A/N: Well heres chapter 4, sorry for the long wait! but i havent been able to write!! ive wanted too, but nothing came to mind.. ah well! i hope i can update soon!! please review
Chapter 4
The next few weeks had gone past rather quickly for the citizen's of Carvahall. Roran had thankfully not said anything about Arwen's identity, and so she still was living with them. She was now 'officially' part of the family, as she had her own daily chores and it seemed as if they had all known each other for years. Garrow had told everyone who had asked that she was his long lost niece, in which her mother had just died from a mystery illness and her father was nowhere to be found. No one had questioned this, even if they did not believe him as Arwen did not look related to them very much.
It was now early morning of a new day and Arwen was already to be found collecting the firewood in the edge of the spine. No one dared to enter the woods further than the edges for some reason, but Arwen did not dare to ask as she thought it would be too much hassle for everyone. As she was collecting the wood she heard a strange whispering in the wind that rustled the leaves past her.
'Your true destiny is close to the beginning of thee end'
'The path that lies ahead is dangerous, but you and the chosen one of Carvahall shall prevail'
Arwen breathed in the words, not understanding what they meant, but knowing that they had to do with the old tales that were told to her when she was younger. Of how the dragon riders would once again rise up and defeat the evil lurking throughout Alagaesia.
"You must have the wrong person" She whispered to the wind that was still slowly pushing past her.
"I can't be one of them..."
"One of whom?" A confused voice said from behind her.
Arwen jumped at the sudden sound, as she had been too focused on listening to the whispering winds.
"Umm... never mind" She replied, not even bothering to see who it was and instead continuing with putting wood into a cart that she had brought with her.
"You're so secretive these days Arwen" Eragon said, bowing his head sadly.
The blue eyed girl shrugged and continued with her previously actions, sighing when she heard him walk off in the distance.
The reason why she was not speaking to Eragon much was because she did not want to get too attached to him. 'One of these days I will have to leave' she thought to herself.
As if it had read her thoughts, the voice that had been whispering to her said its last few words.
'Do not leave, as the Son of Selena is nearer than you think'
Arwen whipped around at this sentence to face a bright light that was in the shape of a women, she could not see her face but tried to call out to her to find that she could not talk. The figure waved and faded into the depth of the trees.
