A/N: OMG! I had this up for less than an hour and I got a review! That made me feel sooo good! So then I click to read the review and it touched me greatly! 'Got me', you were so encouraging! Saying I have the skill to back it up makes me feel so good! (I'm only 14!) So I'm writing this chapter for you, as a thank you! :)

Disclamer:

Eragon: She doesn't own us okay? We belong to Christopher.

Chapter 2 -Traveling

Eragon woke up right before dawn. Arya had already picked up her belongings and was eating her breakfast. Some dry bread and berry's. Eragon followed suit. "Good morning" Eragon said. Arya just grunted "Saphira" Eragon said though there mental link "Why won't she talk to me?"

"Last night was the first time she has told anyone of her past for a long time." Replied the large dragon "She might be somewhat disturbed she shared so much" "Your right, as usual, I was hoping she was starting to tru-" "are you ready to go?" His thoughts were interrupted by Arya. "Aye" he replied.

He swung his pack on his back, and they were off. Running with there elven speed. As fast as they were, they traveled about 14 leagues by noon, and still they were not tired. But Eragon was missing having someone to talk to. The speed at which they ran, did not allow them to talk.

"Saphira?" The rider said. There was no response "She must have flown too far ahead. I wish she was here so I had someone to talk too." Just then Eragon felt Arya brush against his mind, as if she had read his thoughts. So he lowered his barriers. "Yes, Arya?" "It's nothing I just thought you would like someone to talk to." She replied "indeed I would" He told her.

"All right" She responded. After a long pause in the conversation, Eragon said "Arya...?" "yes?" "would you tell me more about your child hood? ...You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want too." He quickly added. "I only ask because I want to understand the elf's better." That was the truth, but to himself he knew he had another reason. He wanted to know Arya better.

"Very well" She said after some hesitation. "Elf children go to school, much like human children. We learn how to read, write, and about our history. But we also learn magic, and swordsmanship. Unlike your race we treat males and females as equals, so we all learn the same things. That is where I meat falon..." She paused for a second.

Eragon thought about asking her what was troubling her but before he could she started talking again. "My first lesson with a sword went well, they said I was gifted." "may I see your first time fighting?" Eragon asked, knowing he was pushing his limits. "Eragon, you should know better! That is an invasion of privacy..." She sighed when Eragon remained silent she said "I know you did not mean harm, I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"It is all right Arya Sivit-Kona, I had no right to ask." "Since you realize your mistake...I will share with you a memory...not the one you asked for though." Before Eragon could ask what she was going to show him, the images were in front of his eyes.

Memory:

"are you ready princess Arya?" said a taunting voice, coming from a young elf boy. He had long black hair that was pulled back into a pony tail, and his green tunic matched the color of his eyes. "Falon, the question you should be asking is are YOU ready" Arya replied. She jumped at him sword held high, aiming for his left arm. But he blocked the attack, seeming to do so easily. It was Falon's turn to strike, he swung at her right calf, and at the last second spun around and hit her left arm.

It hurt, but not too bad because of the blocked edges. "I'm going to have a bruise" She thought. They kept fighting in this manner for what seemed like hours. Arya's arms grue tired, her sword seemed heavy. Things started to blur before her, things that an hour ago were crystal clear.

"Time for this to end." shouted Falon, sensing her weariness. "I will not give up." Thought Arya, the next few blows she blocked with a little trouble, but then it got easier. Soon she was landing blows on Falon, as well. After a particularity hard hit to his left knee, he stumbled. Arya struck out at his sword, twisting hers at the same time. She twisted until Falon had to let go of his sword. Quickly she spun around and pointed her sword at his neck, before he could pick up his fallen weapon. "dead" She said triumphantly.

End of Memory.

As the memory faded, Eragon saw that lots of time had past, the sun was low in the sky. Before Arya with drew from his mind she said "We will reach Urû'bean by tomorrow. Then she withdrew from his mind, but not before a wave of sadness washed over Eragon. He knew she was upset about Falon. And momentarily he felt bad for asking her to share the memory.

They kept running into the sun set. If they were paying better attention, they would have noticed the pair of eyes watching them. Following them. Marking there every move.

A/N: Well? How was that? I am trying to involve as much of Arya's past as I can, sorry, I suck at writing battle scenes so if that one was just a total boring section, I don't know what to say... Except if you can write a better one please do I send it to me and I will replace it.

So sorry if they are OOC! I'm doing my best. Arya is changing so if she seems OOC that's why.

Please, please, please only constructive criticism! Please?