-When do you plan on joining us, Oulí?

Arya looked at the girl in the mirror. She had had to leave the shielded Ellesméra to be able to contact the girl. Oulí was a very young elf and it showed. She had a round face, or at least it was round in the elf world. She had big grey eyes sitting deep in her face, which let a fine shadow cover them up. Her lips were big and aple like the rest of her colors. The whole thing was framed by the short white hair. All in all was she a very pretty girl, but that didn't mean anything when she started talking.

-As I said to your messenger once before; I won't travel anywhere before Adina is at least a few months old and right now he is only a week, so you will just have to wait, won't you?

In that second Arya was grateful for the fact that the girl wasn't sitting right in front of her, but in fact kilometers away, because it took all her self-control to not destroy the mirror, and she was pretty sure that, that wouldn't have been enough if it been the girl and not the mirror she was looking at.

-Well, Oulí, we don't want to wait that long. I will send a handful f guards to meet you, when they arrive I will give you one day, to start the journey back here, understood?!

Oulí looked everything but happy when she answered;

-Understood!

And then she disappeared out of Aryas sight.

It was night outside and Arya was tired. She put the mirror back on the wall, and laid down on the bed. She had been waiting most of the evening for Oulí, and then, when the girl finally showed up, she had used the rest of the evening being utterly disrespectful. She had come with a hundred demands if he were t fly down to Eragon and had kept asking about the facilities. And not once, not one single time had she given Arya the respect she demanded as a queen. She had simple seemed like she just didn't care who the hell Arya was. Well, we will just have to wait, won't we? Wait till you came here, and then I will show you what respect is!

-Isn't that Eragons job?

Fírnen, who had been very quit all night, had apparently chosen now to discuss.

-Yes, but I won't be able to handle a girl like that for very long!

-Then we will have to find a way to get her down to Eragons as fast as possible

-Yes we will.

And the Arya closed her easy and slipped into her waken dreams

It wasn't even dawn when Arya heard yelling and knocking on her door. She cast the blanket off of her and put on a tunic.

-What?!

She opened the door and saw a guard standing outside with a surprised expression on his face.

-It's a dragon, my queen! It is a big dragon, headed to the menoa-three!

A big dragon, could it be… Could he be here! The guard said something more but Arya was already gone. She ran, on bear feet and poorly dressed through the halls until she reached the gate in the end of the royal garden.

She couldn't wait, not if he was here!

She jumped over the gate grabbed the top and landed safely on the other side, and before anyone could follow her she was gone again. She ran like she had never run before, because this time it was not because someone needed her, and was not because she had a duty to for fill, and it was not because there was something after her, she ran because she couldn't wait one more second to see what was in the other end, and yet, no matter how fast she ran it wasn't fast enough.

II WASN'T FAST ENOUGH!

She ran faster and faster, pressured herself till the breaking point and then further yet. She could hear the guard behind her, their yelling, words, she didn't want to hear, words that meant nothing, words that couldn't stop her now, because she was flying through the forest.

She didn't notice the scratches on her legs and feet, r maybe she did, she just didn't care. In the back of her head she could hear Fírnen, waken up by her screaming thoughts. Also he tried to say something, but she didn't listen. She cut him off, put up the metal barriers around her mind, letting no one in.

And now she could hear it. The sound of a dragons wings pushing away the air beneath it as it landed. The sound created holes in her hearing, and made the leafs vibrate and few even fell off of the threes. It was a big dragon, a dragon that at least had to be a decade old. Like Saphira. And she would never leave her rider.

Even though it shouldn't be possible Arya ran even faster. She was almost there and the sound became higher and higher until she felt the need to cover her ears, but she didn't. It would take too much time away, so she just kept running while it rained around her with leaves in the wind created by the dragon's wings.

She was so close when the sound stopped and the entire ground shaked so Arya had to take an extra step to keep her balance. She almost tumbled into a three but managed to run around it and continue to the Menoa-three. She was so close she could smell the dragon, the roasted smell that came from the fire within.

She could see the light between the threes where the Menoa-three had its roots. Only six more steps and she would be out. She would finally see him again.

Five steps, she pushed away branch that was in her way.

For steps, she wondered if he had changed over the last years.

Tree steps, what if she had changed? Would he even recognize her?

Two steps, would he even want her? Did he love her like she loved him?

One more step, and the fear grabbed its hold in Arya heart and she lost her breath.

She was there.

-Eragon?

She whispered, out of breath as she saw the gigantic dragon and the man in front of her. But the dragon had the wrong color. The man turned around and… Murtagh.

-Good guess, but no…

Aryas knees gave up and she fell to the ground.

-No more, I can't do this no more…

And then everything turned black.