Understanding the unexplored

Since forever of my last update I've decided to update one more time to see its popularity.

Also I'm still grasping the story of Brisingr so I decided to continue where I left off.

Disclaimer: IDK

Normal POV

After two days of the attack of Shadow people (Made it up) Arya and Eragon sat in a room in Orrin's court. They were quiet for some time pondering what affected them most, they said little for fear of something else they didn't know.

"Suppose they were…no, but, no…" Arya said, pondering.

On the bed they sat side by side they held each others hands for some source of comfort that seems to have abandoned them. Eragon looked and held Arya's gaze, looking for an answer; maybe something more. Arya put her head on his shoulder her very mood shifting from misery to discomfort yet still protection. Eragon sat a little straighter and realized that maybe it was true that the shadow people were Dazura's own possessing spirits. The very thought brought shivers down his spine, not to mention bumps rolling up his arms and over his body. Neglecting Arya he stands and paces the room pondering such a thought and if wanted another Shade could easily be reborn.

"Such an extreme could easily be overlooked, not unless it might come to pass…" Eragon pondered over and over.

"Eragon, you're troubled…what is it?" Arya asked.

"I believe I have figured how the shadow people came to be." Eragon said flatly.

Arya sat up shocked at the news, asked how he knew. He stated that he was only confirming what he thought.

"'Little one, what you think could only be what you think, nothing more.'" Saphira said to add comfort that was diminished.

Eragon stated what Saphira said to Arya, Arya agreed and also said that maybe they should ask someone wise if such a thing could be possible.

Eragon's POV

"The only wise person alive that could 'maybe' answer our question is Ormis's Dragon." Eragon stated.

Arya looked at him as if his very brain had slipped out and on to the floor and that he ignored it. She shook her head rolling the question over and over in her head, and then she just had to ask,

"How?"

"By the heart."

"Wait, wait, wait, you talk to his heart?"

"No, inside his heart is his very essence his being, well not being but his mind and feeling etc."

"Have you lost it?"

"…no but I believe it will work."

"But the dragon is dead and buried, how can you possibly talk to his heart? I mean it not like you going to dig it out and start having a conversation with it…it all seems too extreme to take in."

"..."

"Eragon I'm not trying to dissuade you into denying it, just take into effect that it seems a bit crazy to try."

"…I know…"

She walks over to him and put her arms around him comforting him as he fight for answers that seem to wrong or too unexplored to be taken into effect. Arya says that Saphira is lonely and that Eragon should give her company while he goes to Nasuada for some news or other.

Then the door of their room slams open and in the door way stands a half-dressed Ezek and drunk, after a few minutes he just falls to the floor and his bandages still on his side and head, purely healed and drunk maybe to get over the creatures.

Arya gives Eragon a look that means go ahead and I'll take care of the…drunk. Eragon steps over him and leaves while Arya picks him up and slides him onto the bedcovering up and signing that at least he wasn't naked or something else.

"…Well not everyone can get over what we go through (Eragon and Arya)."

Arya's POV

Arya closes the door behind her and stars her way to the room assigned to Nasuada in the castle. Walking she ponders all that went on and pushing some things aside or just letting them slip away.

"I feel so sorry for him, loosing his teacher and maybe his mind to…so much war…I hope its not getting to him." Arya thought coming to the door.

The guards saluted to her, then the on the right knock stating who was entering. Nasuada came to the door and swung it open apparently getting dressed for her dress was half on and the wrinkles weren't straightened out and the knot in the back was tied.

"It so wonderful to see you, where's Eragon?" Nasuada said coming over to her maidservant and getting fixed.

"With Saphira, apparently troubled by what conversed on the capital." Arya said looking down uncomfortable.

"…What happened in the capitol?" Nasuada asked curious and worried (for her people too).

As Arya explained what happened, Nasuada's expression changed from curious to disturbed then to shock and worry. At last Arya said,

"We believe the creatures are of Dazura, when he was killed."

Nasuada was slow to answer and when she did her voice was hoarse,

"Could it be true?"

Arya shook her head, and said that they were still trying to figure it out.

"…I believe you should ask someone wise … oh, that's right."

"The trouble we face…are 'Shadow People' by Galbatorix?"

"Not exactly sure, but I don't think so."

"Hmmm…"

Arya stands still while the maidservant leaves. The two of them suddenly hug like sisters and break apart; they leave together and go down the hallway.

Eragon's POV

Eragon laid his head against Saphira leg and looked out over the court-yard.

"'Don't feel bad, little one. She still loves you no matter what, even if you did kind of make a fool of yourself.'"

"…thanks."

Saphira put a giant sapphire eye on him,

"'Don't take it personally Eragon but you have been a little off since the loss of our teachers.'"

"I know, I just want find answers but they all seem so, so, unexplained."

Saphira put her head on the ground and blinked her eye making a little clicking sound.

"' I'll at least if all your knots in your head are loose you could at least live with Sloan.'"

"You're terrible!"

Saphira laughed showing her sharp dagger teeth, and her tongue showing and curling.

They sat there looking at one another happy for each others company, reminiscing in each others love for one another. A tear of happiness falls down his cheek and Eragon pats Saphira's side, Idea in his head he asked if they could fly to calm and comfort him.

Thinking it over, Saphira said that it if they stay in Surda and out of sight I guess they could. Running away he comes back with the saddle made for complex aerial combat and straps her in. She jumped off at one and took flight, swing and looping in the hair he felt his old self again returning.

Both have a wide grin on their face letting the sun in on their face the very few clouds obscuring their form, Saphira grew higher like till she looked like a bird in the sky. With the joy of flight so greatly whelming over them they could die happy together.

I'll update soon!