I think I'm spoiling you with the next two chapters. R&R people! R&R!
Chapter 4
"Angela, what are you doing here?" she asked. The witch grinned.
"I might ask you the same question, Dröttingu. Angela watched the elf as the shock finally broke through her blank face, with amusement. Arya was about to demand an explanation, but was interrupted by the fortune teller. "I have my sources, Princess. But I don't think I'll reveal who they are." And once again she grinned.
Anger and rage started to build up inside of Arya; very few people knew of her heritage. Eragon, Saphira, Nasuada, Ajihad, Brom and the elves. Eragon would never betray her trust. Would he?
As if she were reading her mind, the witch once again spoke, but in a much kinder tone, weary of the elf. "Arya, do you honestly think the blockhead would tell me anything about you that I already know? If you must know, I discovered this particular piece of information years ago. I shall not reveal who let it slip though." Angela winked.
Arya was still supiscious. She never had completely trusted Angela and this certainly proved her suspicions to be correct. What did she know about Angela?
"You still haven't answered my question, witch." growled the Elven Princess.
"I like to be where things happen. And something interesting is about to happen." Angela stared at the elf for the few moments and then suddenly burst into a fit of laughter.
She's mad thought Arya. Her anger started to disappear, but she was still weary of the person that stood in front of her. She hardly knew anything about her.
"Would you like me to predict your future, Princess?" The question caught her by surprise. Eragon told her in Ellesméra of how the witch predicted his future in Teirm, although he never told her what she had said. He did, however, mention Solembum's words and that was how he had discovered the location of the brightsteel for Brisingr. Arya was enraged when he told her of what Saphira had done to the Menoa Tree to retrieve it and that eventually the Menoa Tree would claim something from the Rider.
Faintly aware that Angela was still awaiting an answer, she decided to accept. She certainly couldn't return to her tent and sleep and she certainly did not want to relive the haunting memories of her childood.
"Very well, Angela. You may." she finally said.
The witch led the elf to her tent, which was also situated on the edge of the Varden camp. She noticed that a variety of herbs of plants were growing next to it. When Arya asked of them she simply shrugged.
The inside of the tent was structured in a peculiar way: there was a small cot in the far corner, but it looked unused. The inside walls of the tent were a shade of deep purple with a hint of gold. There was a fairly large table with two wooden chairs at each end of it. There were scrolls everywhere. Arya could only catch glimpses of them in the dark, but she could tell that most of them dated back to the Fall.
Angela reached into a drawer and pulled out a pouch; she sat down in one of the chairs and invited Arya to do the same. Angela emptied the content of the pouch onto the table. Arya looked at the bones curiously. "They're dragon knucle bones." explained the fortune teller and Arya's eyes widened.
Silence engulfed the tent as Angela closed her eyes in concentration. The elf was suddenly aware of a third person in the tent; she turned around to find Solembum staring intently at her from on top of a large dresser. His red eyes glowing in the dark. ***I can't seem to find the exact colour of Solembum's eyes anywhere. If I'm mistaken please do point it out***
"This is difficult. Only once have I seen a future so entangled. Your fate is closely intertwined with another: it will be an epic romance, strong enough to outlast Empires. However I cannot foresee the outcome of such love. His future will be determined by your decisions; you have the chance to save him. If you do not succede he will leave Alagaesia forever and thus, you and everyone he cares for. I can also see another of great power coming to you. He shall be your other half; once you find him, you will be free."
Arya simply sat there, pondering the words of the fortune teller. Could it be..? she shook her head. It was a movement that even the most acute Elven senses could not have seen. She refused to face the fact that maybe even Wyrda smiled upon her highly unlikely future relationship with Eragon. But maybe..No, she still wasn't ready. He still wasn't ready
Who could this other person be? Arya wasn't particularly sure who it could be.
Right, so what do you think? How am I doing so far? I've just finished chapter 5, lucky for you. Ah the beauty of the summer holidays. Anyway, reviews are always appreciated so please tell me what you think.