A/N: Yo. It's Zi. This chapter will, unfortunately be the last, unless someone wants me to make a sequel. And so…
I race across a field, full of green grass. A head of blond poked up from the tall grass ahead of me. He turns and smiles at me. He beckons to me and starts to run to a grove of trees. I run along .The wind whips my hair around, the grass brushes against my legs. We reach a clearing. I run into his arms. He holds me, running his fingers through my hair. I hug him.
"I've missed you so much Faölin." I say.
He pulls away from me and looks at me with those beautiful eyes. He grabs both my hands.
"I've missed you to, Arya."
He picks me up and twirls me around. We fall on the grass and laugh. He turns to me, suddenly serious.
"Arya…I've been dead for a year, now…"
I stared at him.
"Don't talk about it."
"Arya…" he said, looking at, her. He got up and helped her up. She sighed.
"I hate to remember you're not with me anymore."
"Arya, I mean it…I've been dead for over a year."
"I know, I…I just can't let go."
I let a single tear roll down my cheek. He reaches out and holds me tight. I sob silently into his shoulder.
"Arya…I love you. But I'm dead. You need someone who can take care of you, someone... alive."
I turn and see another figure, standing on the other side of the meadow. I squint. Sure enough, Eragon was here. I turn back to Faölin. He nods. I hug him again. I know that this will be the last time I'll ever see him. He leans down and kisses me, his lips warm and comforting. We stand there for a while. We break apart. I cry into his shoulder.
"Will I ever see you again?" I whisper.
He looks at me and smiles. A single tear rolls down his cheek. I hold him.
"I'll always love you," he whispers in my ear. "Always."
He lets go and walks away, slowly fading.
"I'll always love you, too."
I run to Eragon, tears rolling down my cheeks. When I get to him, he places a hand on my cheek.
"We're here, princess." Eragon said. I was lying on the snow, next to Saphira.
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Arya had been asleep for most of the ride to the pond. When they finally arrived, Eragon woke her by gently placing his hand on her face.
"We're here, princess," he said when he saw her stir.
She opened her eyes slowly, looked at him, and smiled. He smiled back. He ran over to Saphira and grabbed his pack. He ran back, handing Arya her skates. She studied them for a moment.
"Are these my shoes?" she asked.
"Um…"
Arya laughed.
"You snuck these from my chambers!" she laughed again.
"Well, I'm afraid they're not quite shoes any more."
She looked at them closely. She saw the blade, and looked up at Eragon. He smiled, strapping on his own. She followed his lead. He reached out to help her up. She accepted his help.
"Put your hands on my waist," he instructed.
She did as she was told. Eragon savored the moment and began to skate. Arya held him tight and laughed, her hair flying out behind her. She looked like…like…well, like an elf, a very pretty one. All of a sudden, music started playing. Arya looked around for the source of music. When she saw Erwin and the band, she laughed and waved. She let go of Eragon and tried to skate by herself. She used one foot to propel her across the pond, winding up deep in a snow bank. Eragon skated over. He unburied her, only to be pelted with a snow ball hidden behind her back. He laughed along with her.
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As the two sat on a patch of grass (Eragon had melted the snow using magic) eating a meat-free meal of carrots and special wine that Erwin had gave them, Eragon was thinking how to start a conversation. He didn't have the chance. Arya (whom, by the way, had gotten much better at skating) pulled him onto the ice. They skated side by side, Eragon showing off his tricks which Arya, without practice, imitated. Erwin started a beautiful song with a mid-evil flute. Soon, drums accompanied it. Arya laughed and spun as the music got louder and louder. Eragon decided to do a new trick. Not far from him, a waterfall had frozen. He skated to it…going very fast. He skated right up the ice and did a huge back-flip. He landed next to Arya.
The music had slowed down, and Eragon did something very, very dangerous. He leaned in close to Arya, sealing the gap between them. Arya took a step (or more like took a skate) back.
"Why the heck did you do that!?!"
"I…I'm so sorry, ireallydidn'tmeanto,iswear!" he said it so fast he blended his words. Arya grabbed him and pulled his face down to hers, pressing her lips against his. Eragon was shocked. Arya was kissing him, not visa-versa.
Arya let him go.
"I love you." she swore in the ancient language.
"I love you, too." he said, also in the ancient language.
The End….For Now.
A/N: O.K. I hope I can do a sequel! Eragon fanfics are awesome!