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Durza comes this chapter. /Dodges half eaten virtual cookies/ Wha…? Um, there's Arygon in this! /cookies disappear and eating is heard/ Ok then. Just fluff, though. Don't throw the cookies! I worked hard on those!

Eragon will be injured. Be prepared.

A few days ago, it was four months till my thirteenth birthday! :3 Yaysies! On with the story!

FÄOLIN POV

Today was the missionary trip to Detroit to help clean the poverty-stricken areas up so the children and parents could live in clean homes. Arya really wanted to go, so I came along with her, seeing as we're boyfriend and girlfriend. The group I was in held Arya, this girl named Saphira, who was Arya's friend, a kid named Murtagh, and Saphira's brother, Eragon. Everyone was pretty excited, as we live in Carvahall, Maine, so Detroit is really far away from us.

We were staying for two weeks, in this pretty nice hotel; the poverty people were going to stay in another hotel as we help clean up their homes.

We were getting on the bus, when Arya grabbed my hand and smiled at me. Her smile…it's beautiful. Rarely anyone sees it, even her own mother has only seen it a couple of times.

"Aren't you excited?" She whispered as we sat in a seat together. "We're going be staying in Detroit!"

"At least it's not Flint." I muttered back, adjusting my sweatshirt.

"I hope we go there next. Oh, all those poor people getting poisoned water! Who knows what that does to children?" Arya fretted, her deep emerald eyes filled with concern. Even though her mom is a famous lawyer, her daughter isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. I love that about Arya. She's beautiful, inside and out. A blonde girl with deep blue eyes and highlights sat in front of us and turned around, smiling kindly. You know how everyone says that blondes are ditzy? Not this girl. She's on the honor rolls for everything. Her brother though… I've never seen him before. The girl started to introduce herself.

"Hi, Arya's boyfriend, I'm Saphira." She stuck her hand out to me, still smiling, her eyes flashing. She was pretty, in a fierce, don't-mess-with-me-or-I'll-kill-you sort of way. I shook her hand.

"I'm Fäolin." Saphira nodded, looking at Arya next.

"Who's your favorite song slash band?" Arya smiled gently, and with a shock I realized Arya was smiling… At someone she met on the first day of school! They must be really close…

"Well, I like Peter Hollens, and Coldplay. One Republic is good, also." Saphira's eyes almost bugged out of her head.

"You like Coldplay and One Republic?! I love those bands!" She said, pulling out her iPod and clicking YouTube Music. She then waved her hand at me and Eragon. "You two, bond. But, Fäolin, don't hurt Eragon. Or," she grinned innocently, "I'll just have to kill you." My eyes must've widened a lot, because Eragon began snickering.

"Don't not believe her, man. She almost killed some people in third, fourth, sixth, and eighth grade because they pushed her friends around." Saphira put a look of innocence on.

"Who, me?"

"Yes, Cory Matthews." Saphira snickered at the reference.

Time skip to Detroit, walking through the streets at 9:58

As they walked through the streets, discussing the activities they did that day, a teenage boy locked and loaded a pistol. He was determined to destroy those people, at all costs. He had a reason. A reason to kill them all.

As they walked by his hiding place, he motioned one of his psyches, a boy nicknamed Urgal, to distract them. He jumped out, scaring the girls and making the guys jump. As they started to talk, the girls giggling a bit, the boy thought to himself, you won't be giggling and laughing for long. I'll kill you. I'll kill you all. He leapt out of his hiding spot, shooting at the nearest person. That person was Arya. She screamed. Fäolin moved with the speed of an elf in front of her. It hit him. Arya screamed louder, falling on her knees near her boyfriend. Eragon was on guard, leaping in front of Saphira. Murtagh was in a catfight with Urgal, neither gaining the upper hand. The boy shot more shots, all missing.

Shit! We're like a StormTrooper! Pulling out a switchblade, he ran up to the boy protecting a blonde girl and the chick by her boyfriend. Seemingly to try to get to the blonde girl, the boy protecting her turned; facing his back to the switchblade boy. Digging his knife into the boy's back, he slashed horizontally, from his right shoulder to his left hip. The boy screamed. Satisfied, the boy named Durza clicked away his knife and beckoned Urgal to leave. As they did, the blonde yelled,

"You'll pay for this, you dirty, rotten, vile son of a BITCH!" Durza calmly turned and said,

"Thank you. That's the nicest thing someone's ever called me." The ebony haired girl stood up, her face regal serenity. As she turned to the blonde, she placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, the other on Eragons. Durza left, yelling, "Goodbye!"

ARYA POV

Fäolin was dead. He died in her arms, giving one last smile, last words ringing in her ears. I love you. You were my mirror, sword, and shield.

Why must you leave?

Because it is the way of things. You said so yourself, remember? Everyone must die, Arya, my time came a bit… Early.

I love you.

Now I know what I want my last words to be. I love you, Arya. Be the strong woman you are, Arya.

And with that, Fäolin died. His last breath held Arya on his lips, his heart beating it's last for Arya. He had died for Arya.

"Is he…" Saphira whispered, eyes brimming with tears.

"He is dead. His memory lives on in triumph." Replied Arya, looking at Eragon next. He bowed his head.

"I… I'm sorry. He was a great man." Murtagh came over next.

"Arya, that must be hard, watching your love die…" Arya took a shuddering breath.

"He died the way he wanted to. Protecting the ones he loved."

"Eragon! Your back!" Exclaimed Murtagh, eyes wide. Eragon felt his back, his entire hand covered in blood.

"Hm." He then buckled, passing out as soon as Murtagh caught him. Arya pulled out her phone, dialing 911.

Operator here, what is your emergency?

"Hi, we were in a gunfight, someone's dead…

We are now tracking your location. Are you near a restaurant?

"Yes ma'am."

We just sent out our fleet. How many are injured, if any, how many are dead, if any?

"My boyfriend… D-died, and one of my friends is severely injured."

I see. Ambulances should be arriving any minute. There was more of what the operator was saying, but Arya's hearing was blurred. All she could hear was Murtagh and Saphira muttering,

Stay alive stay alive stayalivestayalivestayalivestay...

/Blinks/ that was dark. And, actually, quite fun! Can you find all the references? I'll give you two cookies if you can :3 Hope you enjoyed! /flies off with Link and Zelda/