AN: Sorry about the name change I realised that it's the name of a song. Did not intend to do that. It's still along the same lines. You will find out the reason for the name later.

Ancient language = "Hello"

Common Talk = "Hello"

Mental Talk/Thought = "Hello"

Chapter 1: Travel and Reminiscing

Blodhgarm shocked beyond belief, realises that if he was to leave with the Princess and Nafari by himself, without informing the Shadeslayer. Even if it was wasting time, it would mean the Shadeslayer would never forgive him. He knew that the Princess and Shadeslayer were close, spending some of their free time together. What they did he knew not, he made sure to give them their privacy though. However based on what his Queen wanted, Saphira was his best option to get to Gil'ead without stopping. Making his decision, Blodhgarm left his tent, and contacted Nafari to meet him at the Princess's tent. Together they wrapped her in a strong blanket to prevent her from convulsing and lashing out as she was currently doing and tied her to a stretcher. As it was the morning after the battle the majority of the Varden where either resting or going about their business. Leaving not many people about, however just to be on the safe side, the two companions placed an invisibility spell on themselves and the stretcher carrying their princess.

Sleeping soundly Eragon is startled awake by a voice laced with urgency, a voice that never heeled emotion. Knowing that something was wrong, Eragon immediately got up, lightly brushing Saphira's mind to wake her. Placing a new tunic over his bare chest and strapping Brisingr onto Beloth the Wise. Eragon hastily left his tent, quickly acknowledging Blodhgarm. Who turned after hiding that he had heeled Nafari back from just entering Eragon's tent like a friend or worse, his mate. Knowing that the two of them shared no such relationship.

"Blodhgarm what is the matter and who is on that stretcher?"

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this Eragon but my Queen has ordered me to keep everyone away from Arya. Especially you, I'm not sure why, but I must uphold my oath to my Queen. Please do not force me to fight you."

Eragon raised an eye brow at this, giving Blodhgarm a 'like you could stop me' look.

"What is important is that she is sick somehow, As she is the one on the stretcher"

Eragon's face visibly paled to the frustration of Nafari.

"I'm not entirely sure what it is, but we have been ordered to take the ambassador to Gil'ead where the Queen and the greatest of our healer reside. It is her best chance of survival and we need to get her there as fast as possible, so I have come to ask if Bjartskular and you if you both could possibly take use there, all of us"

He waved his hand in the direction of Nafari, Arya and himself. Eragon noticing Nafari for the first time. Her eyes were a pleasant blue, with star light hair and a great figure that he could not deny her having. Suddenly realising that Arya was in need of him, he turned away from her. As if she was some normal elf. Not seeing the frustrated look on Nafari's face at being treated as a common woman. Not getting the normal jaw dropping reaction or even an obvious second look that she usually gets, even from elvin men. However Eragon didn't even blink, let alone gawk her.

"Saphira do you think you could do it?"

His urgency palpable in their link eliminating both of their feelings of fatigue.

"I will need something to eat before we can go. I should be able to make it as long as the elves give some of their energy along the trip to help, maybe Glaedr could help as well if he feels our urgency. Do not worry about Arya she is strong she will make it."

Saphira sent Eragon a wave of comforting feelings.

"Thankyou Saphira I had no doubts as to whether you would help."

"Saphira will gladly take us to Gil'ead if it will mean Arya's life will be saved, however there are conditions. You will both be required along with me to give Saphira energy at some point during the journey or we will never make it by nightfall."

"Of course Shadeslayer"

Blodhgarm replied after receiving a much too energetic nod from Nafari giving her consent, blushing all the while. As Eragon's sent was blown over to her she visibly leaned towards him. However the action was not noticed by Eragon.

As Saphira finished gorging herself on some of the helpless animals in the kitchens, she prompted Eragon that he no longer had time to drain anymore energy from the dying animals. Knowing that the energy would be needed to make the trip as fast as possible, did they prepare to leave. Eragon having already fitted the saddle on Saphira, not worrying about saddle bags knowing that they would only slow them down. Eragon had decided to only bring the necessities. His armour, weapons and Glaedr, hidden in a secret compartment he just placed in the saddle. And personal items he didn't want to leave behind, his only book, gifts from Oromis, his poem and other things. Which he had carefully placed in one saddle bag. That was already strapped to the saddle. Cloths, food and other items would be provided by the elves when they reached Gil'ead.

Having finished packing Eragon got onto Saphira. The elves just stood there, as if they were waiting for something.

"Well what are you waiting for get on."

"I'm sorry Shadeslayer, it is considered impolite to get onto the back of a dragon without their consent or the riders, and because it is impolite to directly talk to dragons in their mind. We thought it best to just wait for you to give us permission."

As Blodhgarm was saying this Nafari quickly got onto the saddle before Blodhgarm, sitting directly behind Eragon. Sexually rubbing her body against his back, pretending to be sitting into the saddle, she left nothing to his imagination. Wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, rubbing her chest into his back, leaving no space between them, even though there was plenty of space on the saddle where Blodhgarm just placed himself. Nafari smiled to herself as she thought of rubbing against him with every wing beat, blushing madly. She quickly steeled herself and orchestrating an excuse for her behaviour. Leaning into him more and lightly brushing his ear as she said,

"Wouldn't want a big hunk like you falling off now would we?"

Rubbing her hand up his well-muscled chest. However she didn't receive the blush or stutter she wanted that signalled to her that he liked her and was attracted to her. Eragon just turned his head looked her square in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. She knew her rider was still infatuated with her cousin, maybe he just hadn't smelt her yet, she knew her sent was intoxicating to men she had designed it for that very purpose. Eragon then turned away from her as Saphira stood on her hind legs, picked up Arya's stretcher and took off. A strong tail wind helping them on their way. Not seen by anyone as they left the camp invisible. Eragon's guard's having being tasked to leave wraiths in their places and come up with excuses as to why they were gone

Nafari wanted him so bad, having to bite her lip just thinking about him. She always got what she wanted she even got Faolin just to make Arya jealous. She was the most beautiful elf in Du Weldenvarden, every elf knew it ever since the Agaetí Blödhren. No one had compared to her beauty, the men were falling over themselves to get her attention. But whatever she did she couldn't catch the eye of her rider. All he ever did was look at her cousin. Even Arya knew she was not in her league. But now she had him all to herself, he couldn't help but notice her NOW. She was literally throwing herself at him, yet he was resisting. No one had ever resisted her. However his resistance to her charms was making her all the more attracted to him, wanting him all the more. She had never had to work for a man in her life. Nafari knew her time was limited, somehow the healers would save her cousin, Arya was strong just like her father. But by then it would be too late, she would win her riders heart, and she would use every trick and flirt she knew to get him…