Resurrection
Arya let out an almost purr of joy and pleasure. She and Faolin sat on a tree branch. Faolin was kissing her face on her checks, her nose, her
pointed ear tips, her forehead, and her favorite, on her lips. While he kissed her Arya said words in the Ancient Language. The continuous flow
was hard to understand but Faolin did. "Oh Faolin I love you. I never should have thought you were dead. How did you live? I wish I never laid
eyes on that traitorous Rider." At her last statement his eyes jerked up and he pulled away from their loving embrace. "What?" Before she could
respond he said, "Never mind. We'll talk about it later." He kissed her again on the lips and said, "I wanted you to know that I am real and not a
dream. I did survive the ambush that dark night. I was struck down by arrows if you remember, and I was about to tell you that I could live,
when you ran off."
"I managed to break the mind of Durza. It was hard to do and I barely did it, but I managed to convince him to send the rest of the Urgals after
you, so that I could survive. I know you well enough to know that you could handle a few Urgals. So I healed myself and went looking for you,
but all I found was a ring of smoldering fire on the forest. I looked for you franticly, for almost a month. Finally when I surmised that Durza had
taken you, I set out on his trail. There was no trail. I ended up in the city of Dras Leona. By that time I was weak and did not have much
strength left. So I found a family that supported the Varden there. It was a family of four. A father and mother of two children. One a teenager
and one a thirteen month old boy. The teenager grew very fond of me. I apparently fascinated her. I would wake up to see her staring at my
pointed ears. I stayed there for some time, and then left. The girl went with me. I did not know of this until I was far away from Dras Leona. I
was half way to Uru'bean when I found her, hiding in the back portion of the cart they had given me. She refused to turn back, on the grounds
that, as she said, she had fallen in love with me. I tried to persuade her otherwise, but she would not be turned. I found out where you were
and came to you faster then the wind. And here I am." At the conclusion of his Arya felt her heart swell with love. She leaned against him and
looked up at the stars, which were no fading out of existence. He kissed gently on her brow and said, "Well I must return. And Brom is crying
again and Blodhgarm is doing a poor job of calming him." Her mind jerked back to the present and she cursed herself for forgetting her own
child. "Where are you going, this place that you must return to?" He looked at her with the tenderest love she had ever seen. He loves me more then Eragon. He does, doesn't he?
seen me." He raised his arms up to the sky and he was gone. Arya jumped up and ran, faster then the eye could see, back to their campsite.
Brom was crying again, and to her alarm it looked like Blodhgarm was about to say a spell to kill the child.
She picked Brom up and started to cradle him. His sobs became whimpers, which became a tired yawn, and he rested his head on Arya's
shoulder. Blodhgarm looked up at the sky and let out a sigh of relief. "Where on all the blasted earth where you?" She smiled at Brom. "Meeting
with an old friend." Faolin had said not to tell anyone. So she wasn't going to. Blodhgarm yawned like a cat. "Well then I guess it's time to go to
sleep." He rested his head on a log and just as he did that a ray from the raising sun hit him square in the eye. He sat up, looked at the sun,
and raised his head with a grown. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me! I stayed up the whole night, trying to shut that child up, when I could be
making l…" He stopped abruptly as he saw Arya looking at him. "When I could be making……lllllllunch. Yes I could have been making lunch for the
next day." He got up and suddenly made it a habit not to look at Arya. "Well we better get moving." Arya had been dying the whole time to tell
Blodhgarm of her news. Suddenly she could not hold it back and she said with a trill of joy, "Blodhgarm, Faolin's alive!" The pot full of water that
Blodhgarm had been using to put out the fire hit the ground as Blodhgarm tossed it aside. He spun around on one foot and said, "Arya I hate to
be the barer of bad news but, I was one of the elves that found him dead. Arrows were sticking out of him so much that we had trouble picking
him up. He had no pulse, three quarters of his blood was all on the ground, his skull had been cracked open, a horse stepped on his chest which
stopped his heart, his right leg was not attached to his body, a sword was in his back, and he no longer possessed the means by which two
reproduce. I'm sorry but no one has the ability to heal such wounds. You must have seen a trick of light." Arya shock her head. "No he touched
me too." Blodhgarm stood straight up suddenly. His ears pricked. His fangs glittered in the new light. He crouched to the ground and jumped
back. An arrow shot out of nowhere and hit the exact place he had just been in. Arya turned to see Faolin walking out on a tree branch, fifty feet
above.
He held a long bow in one hand. Blodhgarm glared up at him. "Faolin?" A fierce laugh erupted from his mouth. "Foolish elf. I told you I live. I
never said that I was Faolin." Raising his arms, as if in greeting, a ruby red dragon flew in from behind him. It landed and he jumped to the
ground. "I live and I am not Faolin." Arya scowled. "The how are you?" The laugh bubbled up from his mouth again. He raised a hand over his
hair and it turned from pitch black to a lighter black. His face transformed and he said, "I am your worst nightmare." He took off his robes, reviling
a polished breast plate. A sudden wind came up and his cape flapped in it. "I am Morzan!"
BABABABAAAAA! I love unexpected twists. Like it? If you do tell me. If you don't tell me.