A/N: HEYLLO! It's a mix of hey and hello! So thanks you guys for reviewing, and now we start out with probably the most ironic part in this entire story. Eragon being captured by the Varden. This may or may not have torture scenes, so you can skip over them, but do read the dialogue if I do write a scene.
Disclaimer: Ok ok it's not Dora's… It's Diego's!
E-R-A-G-O-N
Yes, Arya was definitely the more mature one of the two. He had walked right into a trap just because he had a chance to see his Saphira again. He was an idiot. He should have never gone to the cliff. Eragon had thought of it being a trap, but had become so lost in his emotions that he had gone anyway.
And now, as he half a mile from the northern end of the Varden camp, he watched as several men on horses near him. They were probably scouts coming to see what had caused the mass explosion of dirt, dust, and small animals. Or to see just why the hell it was raining human beings.
Eragon didn't know what they were thinking; only that he himself couldn't move, at all. So he lay in the small crater he had created for the clatter of hooves to get closer and closer. He groaned and rolled over. The impact hadn't done much damage to his body, which was surprising because he was flying through the air at roughly two hundred miles an hour. He probably had a broken leg and ankle, and a few of his ribs may have been cracked. Eragon felt dried blood caking his face.
He lay probably twenty feet below ground level, and there were small puddles of moisture gathering in many places. There were no plants in the crater, only roots that lay strewn upon the ground.
At long last, the hooves were thirty feet away from him and he could hear boots striking the ground as the men dismounted their mares. Eragon lay on his stomach to prevent any light from coming into his eyes.
"Hey, somebody go get Commander Larson! There's a body down there!" Someone shouted. Obviously his accent was Surdan, as he fully pronounced his words.
"Well how do we get him out?" Another asked.
"You got any rope?" Eragon didn't hear anyone confirm it, but heard something being unlatched from a belt. "Someone goes down there and ties this around his waist and we pull him up. Then we pull the other up."
They were all silent for a moment. "Well who's going down there?" Asked the second man.
"No way in Angvard is I going down there." A third man said.
"Hellfire that distance is like twenty five feet!" A fourth man protested.
The argument went on and on, and Eragon wondered if he should get up to spare them from killing each other. So loud was there argument that Eragon did not hear two more tromping of hooves, until a man yelled, "Silence!" They all quieted. "What is going on here?"
The first man began to speak. "Well sir, we were scouting the ordinary route when Jenkins thought he saw something falling from the sky. At first we thought it was the drink from the night before, then a loud noise echoed around us. We then raced towards where the noise had come from and that's where we found him." The first man undeniably pointed towards himself.
Commander Larson grunted; "So who's going to get him." Nobody answered. "Fine, then I'll decide. Furnon, you go." He could hear the grumbling of a man who he presumed to be Furnon, and then the sound of boot hitting rock came from his left. He felt the ground quiver ever so slightly wherever the man's boot struck the ground.
When the man was finally less than a foot away, a gloved hand wrapped the rope around my abdomen and created a knot. Then the man turned around and shouted upwards, "Haul 'em up!" And immediately Eragon felt a horrible weight on his stomach, and it was pulling him. If his clothes hadn't already been torn and filthy, there were now.
And after being dragged vertically, which only worsened his wounds; he was laid upon the ground.
He felt so weak, unable to even move an inch. Commander Larson said to nobody in particular, "Alright, let's see what we can do. Let's check the head wound first."
Eragon felt gloved hands moved through the air and the Commander brushed Eragon's hair back, revealing his half-elf ears. Several swords became unsheathed, and one of them shouted, "Half-breed! Let's tie him up and take him to the Varden camp!"
His decision was met with hearty agreements, and they all mounted their horses and didn't even bother helping Eragon, so they dragged him on the ground. He finally lost consciousness.
"Kill him!" A man shouted, and Eragon stirred. He was being dragged by his elbows through the Varden camp, and many of the men and woman had formed a pathway and had occupied the other sides, roaring insults.
The guards treated him as cruelly as they could, and they often pricked Eragon with their swords to see his pain. The insults and jeering kept on, and some even threw rocks, creating more bruises and cuts on his skin. His shirt was horribly torn, and it was about to fall off. Most of his torso was revealed, and that was where the Varden people were aiming at.
After many more minutes of walking, they two men dragging Eragon halted, and Eragon looked up as to see why they had stopped. He was greeted with a strange sight.
Queen Islanzadi of the Elves was standing before him, eyes blazing with total anger. Nasuada was standing next to her, looking just as furious as well.
"Is there a reason you want me here? Because I got places to see, people to meet, or is it the other way around?" Eragon said, and then he literally began to think of which way it went.
And then the back of a hand slammed across his face. He opened his eyes again, and saw the two women staring at him, and Eragon stared back with mock humor.
"So half-breed," Islanzadi spitted out the word. "Arya is the one that defended you. I cannot see why, although her motives are always clouded. She never seems to know that I know what's best for her."
Eragon snorted, earning dozens of heated glares from the elves behind Islanzadi. "You know what's best?! Are you kidding me?! Who was the one that beat her as a child?" Islanzadi froze but did not answer. "Who was the one that banished her from Du Weldenvarden? Who was the one that treated her like dirt when she respected half-breeds?" Islanzadi was frozen, yet she could see the total anger in the woman's eyes.
"And who was there to heal her when she had been beaten? Who was the one that went with her when she was banished? Who was the one that cherished her and loved her that she could never sleep without him. Me." Eragon finished darkly. 'You can call me…Evan'. Remember that day elf!?" All of the elves drew their swords, as he totally disrespected Islanzadi by calling her an elf and not the oh so honorable queen. She was vermin in his eyes. "That was the day you broke into her mind, delved into her darkest secrets! It was the day that she could never sleep alone again! And so who was there for her with a shoulder to cry on, or arms to sleep in, or a friend when she needed one. I was! So don't tell me you know what's best for Arya when you caused her so much pain!" Eragon took a breath, and glared at Islanzadi's eyes.
Then the elf began to speak with malice in her voice. "I know what is best for her. She is meant to be the queen of the elves, our pride and joy. She was as foolish as a child, always wanting to swordfight, always doing archery. And so I beat it into her that she was a Drottningu. But you," the elf spitted. "You got in her way of glory, of honor to her family! You corrupted her mind and made it into what you wanted. You took her away from me and forced me to banish her from her home. No doubt she does want to return to her mother's arms for comfort."
Eragon was totally…befuddled. Was this elf deluded? "Are you stupid?"
The elf was brought out of her reverie and stared at Eragon. "She does not want to even see you ever again! I rescued her from being hung; I saved her. You did no such thing."
The elf sneered and said, "Take this vermin to the torture tent; we need some answers from it." Eragon was dragged away by three elves and taken to a pitch black tent.
I really should've gotten used to this by now.
A-R-Y-A
It had been a week. A whole week since Eragon's capture by the Shade Durza again. Arya had become reclusive and often hid in Eragon's room for comfort. Angela was with her most of the time, always comforting her. There had been a council meeting and Arya proposed, more over demanded, that go and rescue Eragon from the Varden. All of the new-councils, as Eragon called them, vehemently opposed the idea.
"If he had accepted being a leader we would've gone after him, but he is not our leader. What use to us is one dead half-elf?" Arya wanted to kill that creature as soon as she could, and she was about to leap across the table and strangle the life out of him, when she was restrained by Angela and Selena. So now, a group of eleven people were about to set out to rescue Eragon from the Varden, against the council's wishes.
So now here she was, standing in the crow's nest on the Talita. They had departed an hour previous, and Arya took it upon herself to remember all of the other names of the people on the ship. There was Cadoc, who was Selena's father, and he had surprisingly supported Selena's relationship with Brom. There was an Urgal named Yarbog, who was the father of Galzra and another Urgal who had not accompanied them. There was a dwarf named Kvistor, and a human named Jeod who was an old friend of Brom's.
The half-breeds names were Blodhgarm, who was rumored to be an elf-werewolf hybrid, although Arya wasn't very sure. There was Yaela, who was a simple half-elf. Another half-elf whose name was Laufin. An Urgal-human breed named Galzra. And most surprising of all, a half-elf whose name was Murtagh. Murtagh was the son of Selena and Morzan, but Selena was raped by Morzan and gave birth to Murtagh. According to Angela Murtagh always treated Brom like his real father and Eragon and Angela his true siblings. His attitude towards rescuing Eragon had only proven this fact tenfold, as he was just about hell bent on getting him back.
As a matter of fact, all of the half-breeds were Eragon's closest friends, and they all wanted Eragon back.
But besides the fact that Eragon was captured, Arya was seasick. And she was going to approach Angela about it, probably for a salve for concoction. Climbing down the ladder that led to the crow's nest (Arya and Selena installed it because she began to cut important ropes), she approached the nearest person, who happened to be Murtagh.
"Murtagh," she said to gain his attention.
He turned around and smiled, "Ah, if it isn't Arya. Is there something you need?"
Arya nodded, "Yes, I was wondering where Angela was. I'm afraid I'm getting seasick."
Murtagh chuckled. "Seasick eh? Doesn't seem likely as Eragon and I put enchantments on the boat to help ease the seasickness. Are you sure it's seasickness?"
Arya nodded, "What else could -". Before she could finish a wave of nausea and she scrambled to the railing of the boat and vomited out her lunch in the ocean. Murtagh was fortunately there holding her hair back. She felt dizzy, and she vaguely heard Murtagh say, "Sit down, I'll go get Angela." She nodded wearily and sat down ungracefully leaning against the railing of the ship.
Arya was barely awake when she heard three pairs of feet, instead of two rush across the deck towards her.
Murtagh asked, "What could possibly be wrong with her? She can't be seasick."
She hardly heard Angela say, "Only one way to find out. Atra eka sjon Arya." Let me see Arya. She felt her body being scanned, and she realized Anglea must have been looking inside her body. She heard Eragon's twin sister gasp, and then fall to the ground in a sitting position.
"Angela what's the matter? What's wrong with Arya?" Selena asked.
Arya saw a wide grin spread across the herbalist's face. "Nothing is wrong with her mother, in fact, quite the opposite." Selena's eyes went wide in understanding, but Arya was still clueless as to what they were talking about. Apparently she wasn't the only one. "I'm sorry, but would you care to elaborate?"
Angela groaned in frustration. "Murtagh you are so... male! Isn't it obvious?! Arya's pregnant!"
A/N: Seasick my BUTT! So I finally introduced Murtagh. YAY for Murtgah! Roran will be coming in the next chapter, but I will not do his POV. So I don't know much about elf pregnancy, so I went and look it up in Tolkien's guide something something. It was rather ridiculous so I say they are pregnant for... six months!