An: Another update! Hope your happy guys! Hope you enjoy this chapter. It'll be more focused on Arya and Eragon. (And maybe a special moment!)
'I'm going to die…' Were Eragon's last thoughts as the building collapsed around him and the three forms in front of him grew more distant. Then his world was black.
"NO!!!" Arya cried as she watched the building fall onto Eragon. "NO!!"
The dust settled and Arya raced to uncover his submerged body. When she had released him she cradled his head in her lap. His injuries were minor and he was knocked unconscious. Arya was furious, he knew to get out of the way! Why did he just stand there, staring at Murtagh and the changers? Why?! There was a low moan and Arya turned to face Eragon. He cringed from the sudden lace of pain that went trough his body. He cracked his eye open and looked into the sky. The stars were twinkling with light that
He'd witnessed several times before. It took him back to the times before he knew of Saphira, before he met Murtagh.
"Roran?" Eragon asked. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, little brother."
"Do dreams predict the future?"
"You're far too young to ask such things."
"Do they?" Eragon persisted.
"Well it depends…"
"Tell me…Tell me your dream."
"It's dark. I can hear breathing next to me. The person is close I can sense her thoughts in my head. I know there is something on her mind, but I can't figure it out. Her thoughts are all garbled and confusing to me. I lean over and I whisper in her ear That she can do it. She turns her head and I wake up. I don't understand it. It's confusing to me."
"Ah…"Roran muttered. "Love is in your future."
Eragon smiled he knew this was the girl in his dream and tonight was the night that dream was to come true for him. He sat up with difficulty and moved closer to her form. She didn't move. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.
"M…may I…" Eragon stuttered.
"May you what?" Arya asked, teasing Eragon.
"May I…kiss you?"
"Y…yes."
Eragon leaned in closer to her and his lips were inches from hers. He leaned in closer and they connected. Eragon marveled at the softness of her lips he so dreamed of kissing those years before. He broke the embrace and snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her into an embrace. She leaned into him and closed her eyes.
'Was this the romance Brom had told her was in her future? Eragon's kiss was not comparable to Brom's. His was soft and caring, and Brom's was… rough and empowering.'
Arya put her thoughts to rest and snuggled in deeper to Eragon's chiseled chest. His breathing was soft and slow He laid his head on hers and they sat there like that. Reveling in the bliss of the moments before now.
"Eragon." Arya muttered. "I…I can't…I…I love you. I…"
"As do I." Eragon whispered in her ear.
Eragon had the dreams again. They came in quick succession of each other.
Eragon was walking. It felt good to walk he hadn't done it in a while. A long while. He left the tranquility of his bliss to scan the area. His eyes were wide when he noticed he was walking next to puddles of blood. So thick and dark it reminded him of Dragon blood. He held in a gasp as he frantically searched for Saphira. His calls going unanswered, He rounded the corner and saw a heap of blue…
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He was again walking along the pools of blood. This time they were bigger and darker. He tried to run but his feet stayed at their slow pace. He looked from side to side his eyes full of panic. Again he rounded the familiar corner and he again saw the heap of blue. Its body moved and…
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The pools were growing thicker and he was slogging trough than now. He wanted so badly to run but his legs wouldn't allow it, like this was a nightmare that never ended. He neared the corner and once more saw a pile of blue. This time though it didn't move…and it didn't answer his calls. Saphria crossed hi mind, but he felt not her presence
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The blood was up to his waist this time. He slogged through it, ever so slowly. He again rounded the fateful corner and yet…he saw nothing. Not even a spec of blue remained. She was gone, and he knew it.
Eragon jolted awake. Saphira was alive and he knew it. He was laying next to her with Arya wrapped in his arms. He shuddered slightly and listened to Saphira's breathing. It was soft and full. He snuggled deeper into her, trying to extract the warmth she held. Arya stirred slightly and he calmed her. He placed a kiss on her head and soundly went to sleep. In the morning Eragon found that Arya had woken and was preparing food for them before they left.
"We need to save Murtagh…I think his will is not his own. The Murtagh I know would never do that." Arya told him as he neared her.
"Then you don't know him that well do you?" Eragon told her as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I guess I don't" Arya told him as she turned her head towards him.
Eragon kissed her cheek and told her, "We still need to save him."
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news…but…" Saphira told Eragon. "There seems to be a hoard of monsters headed this way."
"Really?!" Eragon asked, astonished.
"And they seem intent to kill."
An: Hahahahahahaha! I am so mean aren't I? Sorry for how long this is taking but if you want quality you'll wait.
