* Hey peoples! I am a little pissed since I got no reviews. All right, since I'm getting so many complaint I've decided to up my ante! 2,000 word for each Chappie!!!!!!!! You happy ????? Please be happy because 2,000 words takes forever to write and I've got Homework and school and chores. I've also got a life!...... alright I didn't even believe that, I may not have a life but I got responsebilities! Well, I did get 1 review, but it was anonymous and sorta pissed me off! It asked if Arya was Eragon's mother! Mother! Do you believe that! NO!!!!!!!!!! ARYA IS IN LOVE WITH ERAGON!!!!! SHE IS NOT HIS MOTHER!!!!!!
This is Arya's Dream. Not a nightmare, actually it is not even a dream; it is more like a memory. I thought you people would like to know more about Ery (Brom) and Arya's relationship.
ERY AND ARYA ARE NOT TOGETHER! ARYA IS IN LOVE WITH ERAGON! Therefore, she is not his mother!
This is a memory of her and Ery when they were much younger.
More memories will appear later on; actually, I think there is going to be like four chapters telling of Ery and Arya's life.
Note: Brom will be called Ery from now on by Arya and me and pretty much everyone but Eragon, Eragon calls him Dad obviously.
Note: In Arya's Dream/Memory she's little and talks funny. I find it hilarious. She cant pronounce l's or r's. It you cannot decipher the word she is saying, then the real word(or phrase) is in parentheses.
Example: "Yes, vewey (very). Now, can you pwease (please) get off of me?" she asked as she resumed struggling.
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Chapter 8
Lock or key?
With my head, resting on Eragon's back, and my arms, wrapped firmly around his waist; I found myself rapidly falling asleep. I drifted in and out of consciousness and heard my own childlike laughter mingle in the air with someone else's. I recognized the boyish chuckle though, and knew immediately who it was. This voice I had not heard in forever. Yet, I had also heard it, in a way, every single day. The laughter of my very best friend, whom I had fought with, laughed with, cried with, and whom I depended on. Who was the closest thing I had ever had to a brother. The stupid boy with the raven black hair and sparkling blue eyes. My savior and yet my foe. I let out a relaxed breath and tried to force myself into the world I knew. The world I loved. The world my heart ached for. Back to my very dearest and closest friend, who I would willingly die for, as much as I would Eragon. I needed to see him again, just once more…
I watched as a young girl with long reddish hair come into view. Her hair was like a cross between a dark strawberry blonde and a very light auburn. She was very pale and freckles were splattered across her cheeks and over her cut button nose. Light, yet somehow deep, emeralds shone in her eyes and sparkled like diamonds. She was small and young, about seven, or eight with a childlike roundness to her delicate features. But I recognized her. The child was…me!
I suddenly recalled one of the things Ery had told me, which he had learned from Orromis-elda. He had said that all memories, and even dreams, were shown in a third person, as if you are watching from behind a window or mirror. I absentmindedly wondered why that was as I watch the scene.
(This part is displayed as if were that time, but someone else was observing it. Like we are in her dream and we are watching it but they cannot see us.)
Little Arya was running through a field. You could hear a stream in the background and could smell the distinct sent of rain. The grass was wet and cool under your bare feet and it was about noon judging from the sun. Her hair fanned out behind her and had a certain shine in it as she ran barefoot through the field. She had on a grey sort of dress that was frayed and tearing at the edges. It was a little small on her and her legs were bare and pale like her thin arms.
"Bet you can't catch me, Ery!" she called in a light airy childlike tone as she looked behind her while she ran; as if she was searching for him to figure out how far she was ahead.
Suddenly a raven-haired boy burst from the forest on the edge of the meadow. He had black hair that barely reached his ears. It was wavy and curled slightly at the edges. He had sapphire like eyes that sparked with determination and mischief. Yet behind those eyes lurked a sadness that most boys his age would not have to bear. It told a story of which Arya knew all too well and showed that the young boy had to grow up at an early and tender age. The boy was pale and slim, almost too slim. He wore a grayish plane tunic, which looks much too small for him; it was also frayed and torn at the edges. Under the tunic, he wore were a worn pair of black leggings. He looked to be about ten or eleven.
"You're on, Airyah!" he shouted back as he tried to catch up with her.
"You'ww (you'll) never catch me, Bwom(Brom)!" she called with a laugh.
Ery got a funny look on his face as if he was annoyed.
"Don't call me that!" he yelled back apparently pissed off. He quickly caught up and tackled Arya to the ground. There was a struggle but Ery quickly pinned Arya to the ground. His hands held both of her wrists spread over her head but still off to the side. He used the lower part of his legs to hold down her legs. He smirked as he watched the young girl struggle under him.
"Hewp(Help)! Hewp (help)! Hewp (help) me! Tis (this) stupid boy kidnapped me and rafooses (refuses) to wet (let) me go! Wet (let) me up!" she demanded as she struggled.
"I'll let you up IF you promise NEVER to call me by my first name again! Only in the most EXTREME circumstances can you call me that! Otherwise, I will call you-"he told her but she cut him off.
"DON'T SAY YIT (IT)! Awl (all) wight (right), I pwomise (promise) I wiw (will) nevah (never) caw (call) you by yoaw (your) first name again, onwey(only) in the most extweme (extreme) sacomstyancyes(circumstances) wiw (will) I caw (call) you Bwom (Brom). Tere (there)! Now you pwomise (promise)!" she coincided.
Ery sighed. "Fine!" he agreed, "I will never call you by your first name again, unless under extreme circumstances. Happy?!" he asked.
"Yes, vewey (very). Now, can you pwease (please) get off of me?" she asked as she resumed struggling.
"Kay!" he told with his trademark smirk.
He rolled off her carefully. Then as he looked at a disheveled Arya, he burst into laughter. Arya giggled and then tackled him. They struggled and rolled around in the wet grass until they were both tired and gasping for air. They both lay down on their backs, arms and legs spread out wide. They watched the sky as they talked and laughed carelessly.
Then an awkward silence filled the air, after a couple of seconds you could hear crying. Ery sat up and looked toward his companion; seeing her in tears, he immediately crawled over to her. He encircled his arms around her and let her cry into his shoulder as he waited patiently for her to be ready to talk. After a couple of minutes, her sniveling and sobs ceased and she looked up at him. Ery carefully brushed a tear away with the pad of his thumb and then with concern evident in his voice he asked softly, "What's wrong Arya?"
"I was tinking (thinking) 'bout what it'd be wike (like) when you weave (leave)." She confessed softly.
His eyes softened and he smiled weakly, "I'm not going anywhere." He reassured her.
"Not now, but you wiw (will) eventuawey(Eventually)!" she exclaimed.
"Why would I? I got all I could ever need right here." He told her as he kissed her softly on the forehead.
"Ery, when you get owder (older) you gonna faw (fall) in wove (Love) wit (with) some wucky (Lucky) guhw (girl) and fawget (forget) awl (all) about me! I gonna nevah (never) see you gan (again)!" she informed him soberly.
"I hate to tell ya this, sweetling, but number 1: I'm 11, that's not gonna happen for at least 5 or 6 more years. Number 2: You're gonna fall in love with some lucky guy, who will definitely not deserve you, and forget all about me!" he informed her in the same manner.
"Nuh uh!" she told him profusely shaking her head. "Even if I did, I'd NEVER fuhget (forget) 'bout you, and you know it! It is impossibuhw (impossible). So tere (there)!" she informed stubbornly.
"Alright, then you would have to know that even if I did fall madly in love with some poor girl," he told shaking his head in disbelief, "That I would NEVER forget about you, Airey!"
She looked up at him as if she didn't believe him.
"Alright, I promise that I will never forget about you and will try my hardest to never leave you, Arya! No matter what!" he promised earnestly.
"Kay!" she exclaimed excitedly, "Me too! I promise to nevah fuhget (never forget) You, Ewey (Ery)! Oh and ta twi mi byest (Try my best) not too weave you!" she laughed as she nuzzled against him greedy for his warmth.
The memory/dream slowly started to fade as I felt myself being shaken and my name called. The real world started to appear. Eragon started to fade in and Ery faded away. I felt a hot wetness on my face and pulled a handed up to wipe away the tears. I realized that I was lying down on a makeshift cot on the ground. Eragon was kneeling next to me and he was calling my name softly. I groaned already missing the other world and sat up rubbing my eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked me softly. "Yeah… how'd I gyit (get) over hyere (here)?" I asked him accidentally copying the tone and way my former self had spoken.
Eragon narrowed his eyes apparently confused by the way I had spoken. "What was that?" he asked chuckling in a way that reminded me of Ery. "Ugh… I was just dreaming, well actually, more like remembering." I told him with a light laugh. I was in a good mood because of the dream/memory and laughed easily. The truth of Nasuada's words hit me. Eragon REALLY WAS the closest thing I'd ever get to Ery, unless this worked. "Really, what about?" he asked curiously, as he sweetly wiped away a stray tear that I had managed to miss.
"Ery. A memory of Ery and I as children." I told him. It occurred to me that now I WANTED to tell Eragon EVERYTHING. He watched me for a minute apparently trying to figure out if it was okay for him to try the subject. "I think it's time I told you some information, Eragon. I owe you that much." I told him with a soft smile. "You don't have to, Arya. You know that, right." He informed me softly as he absentmindedly tucked a couple of stray locks of my raven hair behind my right ear. My heart fluttered softly and my breathing hitched. I leaned in barely breathing. I carefully raised my left hand up. It was obviously trembling and I felt like I could not breathe.
I brought the hand up and timidly brought it up to his face. Using my index finger, I carefully traced it along Eragon's jaw line. I felt him tense up slightly as my skin made contact with his. I froze for a second and brought my eyes up to lock with his. In his eyes, I saw lust, desire, confusion, curiosity, and…love. That is what did it. I saw it… I saw love.
I felt my carefully composed mask shatter and reveal every single feeling that I was experiencing. I saw something flash in Eragon's eyes. I heard my own breath hitch and then dragged my fingers up his jaw line. I slid them up to trace his cheekbones, and then I pulled them up to trace the bones around his eyes. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. I tried to steady my own breathing and brought my fingertip up to graze the pale lavender shade of his eyelids. I skated across his nose and trace the other eye and then going back to his nose I glided it down the bridge and then to the tip of his nose. I let it move smoothly down to trace his lips.
I heard something echo in the back of my mind. Tell him I heard it speak. Oh boy, am I in trouble. I thought in the back of my mind. What do I do? What do I do? What would Ery tell me to do? Oh, wait a minute, that's a good idea, I'll ask Ery! Ery, What do I do? Do I tell Eragon and risk everything, including all of Alagaesia's, his, and my own life? Or do I not tell him, put his and my own happiness aside, and go against my own heart? Do I permanently lock away my heart and never look back, do I seal my fate so that I can never tell him or do I risk everything, do what every fiber of my body want me to do, do I put the key in the lock and open everything up? Lock or Key?
I closed my eyes and waited listening. I felt my finger slide back down to his jaw. I brought the rest of my hand up to cup his cheek softly. I heard nothing but silence. Then I heard his voice.
It pierced all my thoughts and succeeded in stopping my heart for a couple of second. I bit my lip as I heard him answer my question. I knew it would be his answer before I even asked. The thing is, I didn't expect him to really answer. I expected…oh, I don't know…some sort of sign. But he gave me a real answer in his own voice, his own 16year old voice, but it was his nevertheless. I had my answer, with no ifs, ands, or buts about it. It was clear as day. Two simple words:
Tell Him.
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*Would you believe me if I told you I didn't plan on having Arya choose on telling him or not yet…. I was actually gonna wait 2 more chappies! Well, the story wrote itself! Please tell me you liked it! When I only got 1 review I cried myself to sleep that night! I seriously DO NOT HAVE A LIFE! So these stories are my whole world! I'm BEGGING YOU!!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!
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