A.N. I apologize for the lateness of my update, my finals were absolute hell and I could find no time to actually get this written. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed my story so far; it was you that actually gave me the drive to get this out. Now without further adieu, here is chapter three of A Song of the Sapphire and the Emerald.
Lies, for Lack of a Better Word
Arya was in complete shock at the beauty of Eragon's hidden sanctuary. Here life flourished in ways that seemed impossible, while the land surrounding it was desolate and harsh. Tall green grass, whose blades were soft to the touch, riddled with a myriad of different flowers; a lazy, meandering stream split the meadow in half as it curved around a massive boulder as wide as she was tall.
Eragon led her through the peaceful grove, identifying the different types of blossoms, and explained how he had found this utopia of life. "I had grown tired of the incessant arguing the War Council seems to think is planning for a military campaign," said Eragon "So I left. I decided that they would call on me when I was needed, and at the time, I was not." A gentle breeze picked up that slanted the tall grasses, and swept up Eragon's long blond hair, exposing his slightly elf-like ears for only a moment before the wind died as quickly as it had lived. Arya thought she had never seen anyone so beautiful as the Eragon that appeared before her now.
"Eragon, I... I need to know if I can trust you" asked Arya nervously, "Of course you can, Arya. Whatever made you think otherwise?" "No, it's not that I don't trust you, I would trust you with my life, but I... it's just... what I'm going to tell you cannot leave here, understand?" "Yes, but what could possibly be so..." They both turned to a voice shouting in the distance, but to far to make any sense of the words, so it was ignored. "Eragon, I..."
"ARYA! Get away from him!" Arya turned to the voice, only to be presented with a second Eragon. "He is not me!" Arya was baffled, and emotion she rarely felt. "What is going on? Is this some sort of sick joke?" she said, turning to the first Eragon, but he was no longer there. In his place stood a pale, red eyed and red haired monster, a figure from Arya's night terrors: a Shade. Arya tried to run, but her body would not respond. She looked down to see a black, twisted hilt of a dagger protruding from her. The world slowly faded to black, the last thing she saw was the real Eragon's face. The last thing she felt was a massive amount of healing magic surging through her.
AN Sorry for the short section, more will be on the way within a few days!