Whispers In The Night

The next day, Eragon began to work on his project for the Agaetí Blödhren with diligence. He wanted nothing more than to forget about the troubles of his heart. As he walked to the second story, he sat at his desk. He remembered the story that he wrote for the last Agaetí Blödhren he had attended. In the land of Durza he thought. Oh how long ago it was when people began to call him Shadeslayer. When he was crippled from when Durza cut open his back. He remembered when he awoke, Murtagh, Angela and Arya stood by him. Arya looked at him with such sorrow and care, but then it was merely the care of a friend. Now she had revealed the true extent of her feelings for him and it disconcerted him. I need to clear my mind he thought. He got up and walked among Ellesméra alone. Saphira was with Firnen yet again and he felt jealous. It reminded him of when she first learned of Glaedr and how she never payed any attention to him.

Eragon strolled through the woods as a stranger. More elves flooded into the city as the Agaetí Blödhren was only three days away. Before he realized where his feet had swept him off too, Eragon found himself at the sparring fields. At the end he saw Mahein practicing his swordsman ship with a fellow elf. Eragon slowly walked over.

"Greetings Mahein"

"Good morning Ebrithil" he replied with a curt nod.

"Mahein, may I ask you something personal?"

Mahein looked upon his master with curiosity.

"Of course master"

"Are you happy being a rider?"

The tone of Eragons voice had caught Mahein off gaurd.

"Oh course Ebrithil. I could not be more blessed! Banez is my best friend and I doubt I could be any closer with any one in the whole of Alagaesia. Why do you ask such troubling things?"

"I have.. not been entirly myself being back here at home."

"Banez and I have noticed. But we felt it was not our place to comment. We see how you gaze upon the queen and we see that there is so much more than the both of you let on."

Eragon seemed taken back. His expression revealed more than he had wanted.

"Do not worry Ebrithil. As far as I know, it is only Banez and I who noticed this. If you would excuse me, I must complete my project for the Agaetí Blödhren"

Mahein quickly strolled past his master. For the remainder of the day, Eragon sat in his study and worked on his presentation for the Agaetí Blödhren. Eragon lay alone in his bed that night. Saphira had gone off with Firnen for the night. He lay there gazing at the wall for hours unable to find sleep. He was still going over his fight with Arya in his mind. He just wanted things to be normal with her. Maybe if he hadn't left he thought. Maybe if she hadn't became queen. Maybe, maybe, maybe. He couldn't dwell on things that could have been but rather dwell on things that have come to be. Slowly Eragon drifted into another realm. One where his dreams would sooth his sorrows and his heart.

Slowly step by step, a stranger began to walk towards Eragons house. They where wrapped in a simple black cloak with the hood up. With so few elves out at this time of night, the stranger was able to walk without the fear of being confronted. The few elves that happened across this strangers path never saw them. For the stranger would quickly blend in with the shadows of the night. Step by step, they began to climb the steps of Eragons house. Slowly, with a slight hesitation. Within moments, the stranger had reached the door and opened it and walked through, without a knock. The stranger ever so quietly walked towards the bed where the lord of the dragon riders now lay, fast asleep. His dragon was no where to be seen. In an instant, Eragon yanked Brisingr from it's sheath, rolled over and pointed the deadly blue sword at the strangers throat. The stranger simply stood there, rooted in place. They showed no ounce of fear.

"Who are you?" Snarled Eragon.

"Someone who loves you." Came a simple reply in the ancient language.

"Arya?" Eragon asked in disbelief. His eyes wide.

At that moment, the stranger cast back their hood and their stood Arya. Her emerald eyes pierced the night, while her dark hair cast down her back. Slowly Eragon put down his sword, not knowing what to say.

"Arya.."

"The reason why I never kept in contact with you, is because I could not bare to loose you again. The reason why I never made an attempt to visit you and the riders, the reason why I was so upset with you the other day. I just couldn't bare to loose you a second time." All the while she cried as she said this. "I thought that if I guarded myself and buried my feelings for you, If I distanced myself from you, when you left back for Hartke Island, I could let you go again. But I just can't bring myself to do that." She stood their sobing.

Slowly Eragon crawled out of bed in naught but his underwear. He slowly walked over to Arya and took off her cloak. She wore nothing but a black undershit and pants. She shivered a little at his touch and gazed into his soft brown eyes. He slowly took her hands and guided her onto his bed and wrapped her with his blankets so she would be warm. Slowly he leaned over and whispered her true name ever so quietly into here ear. He felt a shiver run down her spine. Slowly she repsonded in the same manner. Eragon reached up and wiped the tears from her cheek with his thumb. He slowly held her cheek and looked into her beautiful eyes.

"Do you truly love me?" asked Eragon. He had to know for sure.

"More than you could ever know" she whispered back.

Eragon more sure than he had ever been before in his enire life slowly leaned towards her. Arya slowly closed her eyes and began to lean towards him. Slowly their lips met. Eragon explored her soft lips and playfully bit her bottom lip. No longer crying, she replied with passion. Slowly things began to heat up. One was fighting for domanance over the other as they each tried to get on top of eachother. Eragons hands began to slide under her shirt and explore her body. It was so smooth and beautiful. Soon their breathing began to become raggad and they began to sweat but neither let the other go. Slowly Arya and Eragons clothes became a pile on the floor and they lay their naked. And they began.

As the sun rose the next morning, he lay their holding Arya in his arms. He lay there and watched her sleep, ever so peacefully and fit. Her body slowly rising and lowering with each breath she took. Eragon began to slowly stroke her shoulder and leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back ever so softly.

"Good morning" he whispered in her ear.

"Good morning" she whispered back.

Together they lay their gazing into each others eyes, wishing the moment to last forever.

"Every minute, of every day, of every month, of every year. I thought of you. You never left my heart Arya, you.."

Slowly she put a finger over his lips, much as she had done before they parted ways on the boat. Eragon moved her finger and held her hand.

"I love you Arya, more than you could ever know."

"I love you Eragon, more than you realize." She replied, with a small smile on her face.

"Promise me Eragon, promise me you will never leave me. Promise you will always love me."

"Arya Svit-Kona. As long as their is an ounce of breath, as along as my heart still beats, I will walk to the ends of the world for you and only you."

Slowly a tear began to streak down her face. Eragon frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"Eragon, it is not a tear of sadness, but a tear of joy." she said with a smile.

Together they lay in each others embrace, warm and content until duties called. After another hour, Arya crawled out from under the warm blankets and from her lovers embrace.

"Where are you going?"

"Eragon, it would not look becoming if the queen was found in the lord dragon riders bed." She said with a smile.

"But before you go.."

Eragon slowly crawled out from the sheets and cupped her face in his hands and slowly kissed her neck slowly and made his way to her soft red lips. Slowly he released her and let her get dressed. And with one last glance, she departed him the house.