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Sweat dropped all over Eragon's head, and as it fell it stung his eyes. He also felt dizzy from their long run; he would've given any thing for a rest.

He knew not to show weakness to Arya, this might mean her liking him less; he couldn't bear that happening.

The sun shined hard against them, it was near mid-day and the two had been running with no rest and at their fastest speed.

Sweat soaked Eragon's tunic, and he felt like taking it off, but he went with his better judgment.

How much longer must we keep running? Eragon asked Saphira.

Not much longer now, little one, Saphira replied.

Eragon sighed with relief; he didn't know how much longer he could've went on; his vision was blurred from the sweat; he could just barely see Arya.

His legs were starting to give way, and he had a huge headache.

He took a deep breath and continued running.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, Arya finally turned around and announced, "Let's take a break here."

"I'm taking a walk," Eragon announced.

Sweat covered Eragon's body as he walked.

Eragon soon felt hot and stuffy in his clothes, which became soaked with sweat as well.

He stripped off his clothing up until his undergarments, and felt the warm breeze blow all over his body. That felt better, he thought.

Coming to a hot spring, Eragon stripped of the remainder of his clothing and jumped into the water.

'Only for a little while,' Eragon thought. But soon he drifted into a deep sleep.

"Where's Eragon?" Arya asked Saphira, "He's been gone an awfully long time."

Your guess is as good as mine, and when I try to contact him his mind is blocked off.

"Stay here," Arya said, showing concern all over her face, she didn't know how she would live it down if some mishap befell the person on whom all of Alagaësia rested their hopes.

As Arya ran she didn't care about anything, only of the task that lay ahead, which was finding Eragon.

Soon she saw Eragon's clothes lying on the ground.

'What could've happened?' she thought, thinking of all the possibilities. 'No blood seems to be here, so he should be safe.'

But this just made Arya more anxious about Eragon.

She continued forward, not bothering to push aside the branches, which cut her face.

Soon she spotted Eragon sleeping in the spring, wrinkly like a prune.

By this time her face was red with blood but that didn't matter; the fact that Eragon was safe was enough.

She jumped in the water and pushed Eragon hard, waking him up.

She looked Eragon in the eye, making Eragon feel a bit uneasy.

She slapped Eragon hard across his face, leaving marks on his cheeks.

"That's what you get for making me worry so much."

Eragon started to apologize, whenArya came and gave Eragon a big kiss, "And that's for being safe."

Then Eragon climbed up and dressed. Arya looked away, feeling a bit uneasy.

For once they laughed, together. Saphira, at the camp, could sense their laughter and she felt happy.

Over the past few days as they were nearing Du Weldenvarden the stress and tension was piling up on Eragon and Arya, but this broke that tension to make them relax a bit.

As Eragon and Arya walked back hand in hand laughing, Saphira flew towards them and asked, So I suppose you lovebirds want to stay here for the night.

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"Murtagh, please come in," an icy voice called out as Murtagh waited outside Galbatorix's chambers. As always Murtagh felt a chill go down his spine.

Slowly he opened his door, and Murtagh slowly walked in, his hands sweaty from his nervousness.

"Don't worry Murtagh, I won't hurt you," Galbatorix said. Murtagh breathed a sigh of relief.

"I heard you ordered our troops to retreat, why?" Galbatorix asked.

"You see, sir," Murtagh answered, "our troops are way too weak, the elves are a superior race and any one of their soldiers could slaughter a bunch of our troops, so we needed to do some intense training."

Galbatorix sat there thinking.

Murtagh prayed that Galbatorix wouldn't do anything that would endanger his life.

After what seemed like a very long time indeed, finally Galbatorix uttered those three words, and when he did Murtagh forgot he was holding his breathe.

"You may go," Galbatorix said with a wave of his hand, yawning.

Murtagh quickly got his feet and scrambled out of Galbatorix's room.

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Eragon rested his head on Arya's lap, and this time Arya let him.

She cradled his head in her arms, whenever she had Eragon's head in her lap she felt tingly and a bit dizzy.

She knew that Eragon had feelings for her, but even if she had feelings for him it would have to wait until this wretched war was over; for now their only goal was defeating the Empire.

But she couldn't wait forever because there was a big problem.

Arya didn't want to tell anyone but soon she would have to or else she would not be able to live.

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