Sorry bout this. I kno I promised I'd have it out last night… but stuffs came up. And it was soo late…
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**BTW: Youtube is having maitenence issues right now... so I'll add it to the playlist next time**Song: Only Hope, Switchfoot
Chapter 12: Worries
Saphira?
Adreana felt the dragon give a tendril of awareness in her mind. She decided to wait for her to wake up entirely, until Saphira opened her eyes and raised her lip, saying in her mind, Sleep, child. I am awake enough to guard a sleeping camp in the dead of night.
Knowing that she was serious despite her light demeanor, Adreana smiled and then half-ran back to her sleeping mat. Don't worry, my sweet. Everything will be taken care of.
How do I know I can trust you? You wanted to kill two innocent beings, just for your amusement.
Nonsense. You were upset. I just wanted what was best.
Yeah, okay. And I just want to make up my own mind.
Of course. Now, should I sing us to sleep?
No. I can fall asleep by myself, thank you.
But as they fell into her subconscious, past the point where Adreana could protest, she heard the familiar song beginning its perfect harmony.
(p)
"Adreana?"
"Unh."
"Come on, it's time to get up. Breakfast. Nasuada's cooking… so, maybe I'll get Saphira to find us something while she's flying. How's that sound?"
Adreana opened her eyes as a stick flew by her head. Eragon stood up, and said, "Huh. I really thought she would've hit me. How are you this morning?"
The way he looked at her, seemingly having forgotten their differences, a completely open smile on his face… she was stunned into silence.
His smile quickly turned into a worried frown. "Adreana?"
"I'm fine. Thanks, just… the time caught me off guard. How long did I sleep?" Lamia sighed in her head as Eragon took the excuse. Only Ayla appeared to have noticed anything suspicious, sending Adreana a worried glance before continuing on with her business.
"Oh, you know. We decided that you deserved some rest."
"Oh, shut up, you prat. We all slept in a bit. Ayla lost track of time and didn't wake anyone up." Angela smiled at her, showing that she was just using this as an excuse to rag on Eragon. Adreana smiled back as Ayla stuck her tongue out at the witch behind her back. Eragon copied Ayla, sticking his tongue out as soon as she turned around. "Do that again Rider and you'll have to learn how to do magic without your tongue."
Everyone laughed, and Adreana felt normal. For a moment.
My sweet?
Even that wouldn't get her down. She had had a dream last night. Her dragon- Cain! -had come and told her what she needed to do. He said the only reason he had withstood Lamia was because the being was only strong enough to control one consciousness at a time. One consciousness whom was willing to bend to her will. So, if Adreana could make herself stronger, she could rid herself of the malicious beast, as Cain had called her. He also told her to ask for help from either Eragon, Saphira, or Arya. But she wasn't that desperate yet. And he wasn't real; even if she took confidence from his form in her dream, it wasn't really him talking.
If it had really been him, Lamia wouldn't even be there.
Wait. She was on the horse. Wasn't she just sitting down for breakfast?
You fell asleep. You must have been more tired than you realized. But, I acted as you would. No one was the wiser. Nasuada's breakfast was actually quite well.
"So, do you think I'm going to need to ask Saphira to find us a magic fruit tree?" Eragon was leaning over to her, in clear hearing range of Nasuada, winking at her.
"Actually, no. I thought it was a very filling and delicious breakfast." And, not knowing quite what had happened, lowered her voice and said, "I value my life and place in the Varden, thank you very much." She smiled in a very unfamiliar kind of way, and sped up her horse with a slight kick. Lamia? Why did I say that?
Because, we want him to believe that he is on good terms with us. Your birthday celebration would be nothing without that beautiful misconception.
But I didn't want to.
But Lamia hadn't heard her. She was singing that song again. But this time… it didn't seem as familiar. As if it had been changed. If only I could hear the words…
"Welcome to… well, our camping spot."
It was Eragon. Standing up on his horse, being as extravagant as usual.
It was also late in the afternoon.
What happened? I was just talking to you… right? Or, have I disappeared in my own head…
Am I really as crazy as they always said?
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Days like these are the bane of my existence. Damn Eragon. Who cares if he didn't mean for this, damn him.
Eragon has been worried about his hand, but seeing as no else cared, and nothing of the sort has happened since, he is forgetting it. As much as I'm glad he is, he shouldn't be… Solumbum is worried about it too, but he keeps his feelings more discreet, less extreme. He has the feelings of a cat, apparently.
Saphira is worried about the intruding presence, just as he is worried she knows about him. He has other matters on his mind… but he's too far away to feel clearly…
Arya is increasingly nervous about her mother. And, she's worried about the dragon to… she's even felt him. After our conversation, it seems Eragon's decided to let the wind toss this one around. Was it wise to tell him to stop worrying…?
And Adreana. The poor girl. I'm no longer sure what I should do. If I tell Angela or Arya, she'll be upset, even more so than she is now. But, if I don't… we may lose our strongest ally to an inhuman presence. A presence with no fears apparently.
I think I'm going to throw up.
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Saphira?
Yes, little one.
I'm still worried about my hand.
No. We've discussed this.
Yes, but I think that it's bothering Adreana too.
How would she know, my rider? You didn't tell her, did you? I know you were trying to be nice to her today, but I believe that would have been overdoing it.
Eragon rolled his eyes in exasperation. Of course not. But, I could've sworn, when it happened, she grabbed her hand too. She was definitely looking towards us, at least.
And?
Do you really think that is a coincidence? That we could have done the same thing at the same time?
Yes. Why would this be happening to you two? The only thing I can think of is if somehow the dragon magic in your veins corresponded with hers. And, seeing as she has no Gedwey Ignasia…
Well, maybe…
No. Eragon, she is not a rider. Nor is she a descendent of one. And I don't actually think that dragon magic in veins could do that. Did Brom ever affect you that way?
I guess not.
Stop worrying. Everything will work out.
I guess so.
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I watch over them.
They do not know it, but I do. It takes up most of my time these days. I cannot let anything happen that would disturb their fragile relationship.
Life is boring after thousands of years of nothing but governments destroying themselves.
I have destroyed the course of the Urgals to prevent distractions.
I have convinced the gods to keep the weather pleasant, overruling how Adreana's emotions are tied into this.
For three days, I have kept the status quo. I will reside back to my lair, using only my eyes again at the dawn of the morrow. These excursions weaken me. And nothing should happen in Surda. It is an accomplished country.
If fate chooses the hands of happiness, Eragon and Adreana will fight in thirteen days time.
Hopefully, they will last that long. If they break sooner, Lamia will be too weak.
If they don't break in time… then Lamia will be too strong.
But Eragon is her one chance for survival. If her dragon would recognize the signs…
But it will be too late when he does. We must rely on Lamia's confidence that she is stronger than Adreana.
If only she had reappeared a day later…
Adreana would have been strong enough then.
The day had been taxing enough on her emotions. What hope did she have against a malevolent spirit?
The trails of fate are many. We can only hope that Eragon and Adreana remain on these semi good terms, these fake ones.
We can only hope that he doesn't screw things up.
That Adreana doesn't fall too far into herself.
Only hope will save us.
Okay. That was chapter doce. Review please!
