I would appreciate it if you guys could point out mistakes and sentences that do not make sense, I was very tired when I wrote this; I had just got home from gym. Anyway some snags are going to come up in Saphira and Eragon's relationship same goes for ExA. What are your guy's opinions on ExA? I still don't know if to make it happen as it just doesn't seem realistic with the Arya given to us by CP. If you guys think it would add to story than how should I make it happen? Any Ideas would be appreciated. Thanks.
The forced march resulted in exactly what Eragon and to an extent Saphira had feared, with the men of the Varden trudging through the wet sludge of mud with sullen expressions clinging to their faces.
"This is a bloody fiasco!" Eragon complained to no one in particular. Inside he was seething: he just couldn't understand what Nausuada thought she could achieve upon the completion of this journey.
Saphira interrupted his raging, "That's if we reach our destination; it isn't looking too good from up here."
"I knew from the start this would be a disaster"
"Hmmm... Yes if only Nausuada had paid heed to your abundance of wisdom."
Snapping his head skywards, Eragon growled, "Is that meant be funny?"
"Calm yourself Eragon, I doubt puffing your chest will impress Arya overmuch," she laughed back to him.
"Well it's fortunate that I could care less what that elf thinks."
His deadpan voice caused Saphira to pause in her revelry, "Little one? Is there something you're not telling me? May haps something from yesterday? Did you and Arya have an argument whilst I was asleep?
Sighing Eragon replied in a drained tone, "Just ignore me Saphira; neither I nor Arya have offended each other... on purpose that is: It seems as if I am just seeking a scapegoat to transfer my frustration onto and Arya's somewhat cavaliering attitude during our 'lessons' tends to make her a prime target more often than others."
"It's about the dream of yo-"
"I do not wish to speak of it," Eragon snarled.
Silence took hold for a while as Saphira thought out her response.
"I understand your apprehension to address such topics Eragon, I do; but how are we to function as Dragon and Rider if we are to keep secrets from each other."
Eragon gave a malicious laugh at her words, "You should know all about keeping secrets shouldn't you Saphira? Are you sure there isn't anything else that you should tell me? Like if Arya secretly loves me and is waiting for the war to end or something of a similar fashion?* Or maybe the elves are keeping another secret from me and the rest of the Varden, which they only trust you with and the real tyrant is Islanzadi? Huh well?" Eragon taunted her.
She recoiled from his mind but not before he felt her hurt and indignation. A part of him took a savage pleasure in her suffering.
"Little one..." she keened softly
Shame and regret instantly infused themselves into Eragon; he had no idea why he had said all that he had. Even if, deep down it had all been gnawing at his heart since Brom's true nature had been revealed to him. The secrecy had outraged him and from then on he had been questioning everything he had been told by those he thought he could trust. But the words he had spoken were not completely his own; an almost foreign presence seemed to inhabit his mind when he spoke.
"Saphira, forgive me please, I do not know why I said that; I was not thinking."
"It has something to do with the dream; you have to let me examine your memories Eragon, I can help you."
"No," he said determinately, "I refuse: that voice... I cannot bear it."
"If not me than at least confide in another; perhaps Arya, should I call her?"
She seemed close to begging.
His expression hardening, "I do not let you into that part of my conscious and yet you believe that I shall allow Arya in? Have you gone mad?"
Saphira did respond straight away, but when she did her voice was laced with defeat, "Fine burden yourself if you wish, but keep in mind that I will not wait forever and one day I shall demand answers... This creature from your vision Eragon, I worry what I will do to you; it has already started to change you."
Ignoring the last remark, Eragon acquiesced to her demands, "Off course I expect that from you Saphira; rest easy knowing I will one day I will reveal all to you; but expect to be disappointed it is nothing extraordinary, I have already described most of the main events to you."
Saphira growled softly in affirmative and the rest of the journey passed in companionable silence.
(Time Lapse)
"Who sent you Saphira?" Eragon questioned harshly as the princess came into view.
Arya stopped dead in her tracks as a look of surprise suffused her features.
"Excuse me?"
"Do you want me to spell it out for you? Or maybe I should draw a picture. Did Saphira send you to coax information out me?"
Anger came and went from Arya's posture.
"I will forgive your tone this time as you do not seem to be off right mind. No, Saphira did not send me; I came to inform you of the training area I have found for us, but we can talk of that later: my curiosity is piqued. Why would Saphira send me to gather information? What kind of information?"
"Clearly information that I do not wish to divulge," Eragon replied, his eyes guarded.
"And you think withholding information from your Dragon is standard protocol for Riders?"
"Protocol be damned, this is my choice," he roared.
Arya again let the outburst slide; instead she withdrew from their conversation, a look of concentration on her face. To a person of not versed in the arcane art it might seems a strange thing to do in public, but Eragon knew that she was contacting someone. Causing him to eye her warily; despite his anger and frustration he still felt himself drawn to her and it took a great amount of self-restraint, on Eragon's part, to not reach out and trace the contours of her face
Finally Arya's eyes regained their usual focus and intensity and the two emeralds flashed.
"I contacted Saphira," she confessed, "She told me of this dream of yours; she also told me of the mysterious presences she found in your mind."
"Oh really," Eragon replied sarcastically, "Why doesn't she fill you in on the rest of my life story while she's at it."
Praying that he had not finally pushed her away; Eragon tried to regain control of his emotions and recited scraps of poetry to calm himself.
Arya continued unperturbed, "It is cause for concern... I will think on it: there might have been a case similar to this in the past." She looked him in the eye and asked, "Might you have any idea on the identity of this intruder."
Eragon frowned at her use of the word 'intruder', it felt inaccurate, "No I do not. However one thing I do know is that this presence is no intruder, it feels like it has always been there, just below the surface; even before Saphira hatched for me. What frightens me however is the fact that I do not understand its motives and desires," Shaking his head Eragon recalled the dream, "Whatever it is it's very strong ... I could feel power almost oozing out of it during the vision and it was a type that I have never met before."
Arya looked down at her feet as she absorbed all of the information.
"A new enigma has risen it seems," she whispered.
"Perhaps Glaedr can shed some light on this mystery?"
"Perhaps," she agreed, nodding slowly, "Is this what Saphira was after?"
Eragon shook his head.
"Then what is she seeking...?" she asked
"A viewing... of the memory." Eragon suddenly felt weary of all the talking.
"I see."
Both of them lapsed into a comfortable silence. Arya in deep thought and Eragon wishing for the softness of his cot.
Arya broke the silence when she looked up and said, "You've given me much to think on Eragon... much."
"Hmph?" Eragon started, just as Arya moved closer.
"Now, the original reason behind my visit: your training. You have no doubt seen the small lake which lies east from the Varden camp, no? Come their later today, it was the closest location I could find that will give us the required privacy."
She stopped, uncertainty showing in her demeanour and then she stepped even closer to Eragon and gently cupped his face.
Eragon's breath caught in his throat, "Arya wha..."
She interrupted him with a whisper, "Take care Eragon Shadeslayer, I... I do not trust this being residing within you and neither should you."
She brought her face even closer to his and Eragon could make out the individual lines that made out her features; the scent of pinecones showered Eragon's senses. He could almost taste her upon his tongue; almost feel the softness of her lips against his own...
And then she was gone.
So Yeah...( * I find it funny how some stories have Arya confide in Saphira about her feelings for Eragon and suddenly Saphira is keeping a huge secret from Eragon and somehow Eragon is always clueless to the big secret along with everything else around him, the reasons behind which I don't know. It just seems so Un-Arya like to confide things like that in anyone, other than the subject and only when she wants to). In fact I may just get Eragon into a relationship with someone else other than Arya for a bit and then after he has some experience as a lover I can think about ExA.