A/N: First of all I have three things to apologize for;
1) For sounding so pleading in my last A/N.
2) Making the chapter so short.
3) Accidentally making Arya OOC, I might not be doing it but I wouldn't notice if I was.

I know that Arya didn't actually do some of these things but it's part of the plot. I made Angela seem really… annoying, so don't mind that.

Disclaimer: CP owns it

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30th June, 1989.

I meant to write in this book daily though I have had other things to do. I lean against the Menoa Tree; where I found this diary.

I might go to the sparring grounds, my back is sore from the rough bark and I wonder why I have not moved yet. I have an odd impulse to write, so I shall.

What has become of the young child that Eragon has cursed? The question runs through my mind constantly and it appears on the back of my eyelids whenever I close my eyes.

My sympathies go to Eragon who seems to be coping well though this makes me slightly annoyed; he should be furious with himself!
I have no more wish to speak –or rather write– of the subject.

Lady Nasuada has called for me and I shall come as soon as time allows me to. I am very curious as to what has become of the Varden and Nasuada herself.

Mother is delaying my trip as best as she can, this irritates me though I understand her reasons and say nothing.
I fear that the Varden, with the support of King Orrin's army shall be engaging in battle with the Empire.

Foolish, I say though I know that it would come down to this one day or another. I just wish that Eragon could have had more training.

I have seen him and he is strong though his skills do not match up to Galbatorix's.
The Agaetí Blödhren begins soon and I am not to leave before it is over.

I have no more to write for now.
I shall go to the sparring grounds.

17th July, 1989. Lady Nasuada's tent.

So much has happened. Eragon is a fool and Angela shall not keep her mouth shut.
I arrived here, at Surda, soon after the Agaetí Blödhren had finished.
Oh how transformed Eragon is. Well, I arrived here to meet with Nasuada, the Council of Elders, Angela and a hooded girl.

Angela immediately asked where the 'blockhead Eragon' was.
I asked her what in Alagaësia a 'blockhead' was.
She told me that I was one which, although I do not know the meaning of the word, knew that it was an insult by the tone of her voice.
I began to retaliate though was stopped by Nasuada who repeated the question in a more formal tone.

I told her that he was still continuing his 'rider training' though said no more on the matter. Nasuada nodded and paused for a moment, she was apparently lost in thought. I exchanged a few pleasantries with the Council of Elders and I turned to that hooded girl.
She stepped forward and Angela immediately began to introduce her.

'This,' she had said, nodding toward the girl, 'is Elva.' My face, apparently, showed a puzzled expression for she shook her head and muttered 'blockhead.'

I asked her, rather rudely, if she was going to explain or stand there like a fool, shaking her head. Angela appeared as if she longed to argue though seemed to think better of it and started;

'I'm sure Eragon has told you of the young girl he cursed?' She did not have to explain further.
I let out a gasp and stared at the child sceptically. She looked up at me and I saw a mark, not unlike the gedwëy ignasia, on her forehead.
She extended her hand and, in a frightening adults voice, said;
'I am Elva.'

I took her hand and shook it briefly. I was speechless and I looked like a fool, gaping at the poor child.
Angela then asked;
'So, when shall Eragon arrive?'

I had no wish to speak of Eragon unless necessary for it only reminded me of the incident that had occurred a few days back; Orik wanted to see how Eragon's training was like first hand so I had decided to come along.

He and Oromis had been making what was called a 'fairth'. I did all I could not to distract him though I could hear his thoughts and they were filled with nothing but me.
I could feel him trying to steer his thoughts though with no prevail, I wonder if he was aware of my presence inside his mind.

In the end he gave in and made the fairth, I thought I knew what it would be though I kept my mouth shut, praying that I was wrong. When the fairth was passed to me I lost my temper completely. Does Eragon never learn?!

(Description from Eldest.) The fairth was indeed beautiful; it depicted my head and shoulders against a dark, indistinct background. I was bathed in firelight on my right side and my eyes looked knowing. How Eragon knew my features so well, I know not.

He must learn, the fool. I am nothing but a distraction and I am glad that I have left his presence. I do not regret shattering the fairth, it was highly inappropriate and I am thankful that Orik had not seen it.

I had forgiven him for this half-heartedly though he made the mistake of trying to 'woo' me again... didn't work. My friendship with Eragon cannot last if he does not let me go so I have ended it.

The whole subject is rather depressing so I merely told Angela, quite truthfully, that I did not know and that I did not care either. She raised an eyebrow at this though seemed to shrug it off.

I am very weary at the moment and wish to rest, Nasuada needs me tomorrow also.

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Wow, my chapters are really short though I hope that this one was long enough to be satisfactory :D
I think that there was a mix up; when I said that it goes through the fourth book I mean it goes through the 2nd 3rd and right through the 4th as well.

PLEASE tell me of grammar/spelling mistakes!!

:D R&R

I hope that Angela isn't OOC.