Dreams

Abruptly Arya was awoken from her pleasant sleep. Faolin lain a hand on her back and kissed her. She smiled and kissed him back. She liked it

when he kissed her, but there was something missing from when she had kissed Eragon. She opened her eyes and saw Faolin looked at her.

"Good morning, O Beautiful Arya." She giggled at his statement. He showered her with complements daily. She got out of the bed they shared

and put her hair and cloths into order with a spell. Then she walked outside into the cool morning of spring. She loved this season, epically the

end of it, when flowers would bloom into acres of beautiful fields. She had found one in Du WeldenVarden that she absolutely loved. She had

even taken the liberty of protecting it from some random storm, for it was on the far western part of the forest, and to guard it from any that

meant the flowers harm. She had even named it: Du Nuanen Deloin. The Beautiful Grounds. She missed it dearly, but it was on the other side of

Alagaesia so there was no reason to morn for it. She had told Faolin about it and he had shown some slight interest. Some unknown force pulled
her to the east. Eragon's tent. She laughed to herself, even though tears were forming in her eyes, and said to herself, "Remember what he

did." A thought went into her head, unbidden, and resonated through her body. Did he do it of his own free will? Arya thought, desperate, and

said, "No he didn't mean to. But that doesn't erase the fact that he did. He doesn't deserve sympathy." The voice inside of her spoke again,

though she didn't want it to. Then do you deserve sympathy for what happened to you? Arya's throat convulsed as she heard the words and she

ran to the back of her tent and cried, as memories went into her. The elf Krogar, the one who had taught her the arts of magic, the elf who was

Faolin's twin brother, and had been in her life till she was in her early twenty's. How the elf; her mentor, the one who was closes to her dead father as

she had ever meet; had slipped into her room some nights and…

Faolin stepped out of the tent and looked around. He heard her crying and started to walk over to the back of the tent. She struggled to stop

crying and it worked. Faolin stepped around the tent and saw her. "What are you doing?" Arya relaxed her face so that it seemed to be more in

the posture of meditation. She waited a moment and then looked at him, as if only just then realizing he was there. "What?" Faolin scowled and

said, "What are you doing?" She stood up, brushed her leggings and said, "Enjoying the peace and calm of the world this morning." Faolin

nodded and looked at her seriously. Then sadness spread on his face. "I know the memories of him some times bother you, but look to the

future, not the past." She gasped slightly and a tear started to force its way out of her eye, as she saw her mentor's image in Faolin's. At that

moment a young, brown haired, green eyed boy who looked to be around 13 or 14 walked into view. He looked up past his long hair and said,

"Mother, there you are." Brom, who was only part elf, had inherited most of her aging abilities and most of Eragon's appearances. She walked

over and kneeled down so she was eye-to-eye with Brom. "Hello my son. Has you're sword been fully made yet?" Brom smiled and faked looked

annoyed. "No, the blacksmith said that the edge is, to use his exact words, 'No't as shap az it ou't to be.'" Arya smiled at her son. She would do

anything for him. "So what did you need?" Brom shook his head and said, "Oh right that. Some young boy told me to tell you to meet him on the

far side of camp, eastern side, because he has something he wants to tell you." Arya looked to the far east side of the camp and with her

powerful vision saw a short shaggy haired boy smiling at her. Solembum?

She looked at her mate and said, "I need to look into this." She ran as fast as she could without tripping over some wagon or saddle. When she

reached the boy his form wavered and he took the appearance of his cat form. "What is it?" He looked up at her and yawned and stretched each
paw. The White Death told me this for you. 'When one burns one with fire, the ones burned are hurt. They hurt for a long time, but then the pains die,

and they think themselves safe. But Beware for the carrier of the Flames Of Pain is relentless and he is on the Ever Lasting Horizon of Time and he

sees you and he seeks to burn you again' Well, that's all. Bye. With that he jumped up and darted away. Arya stood there and tried to deceiver

what he had said. "The White Death? The Flames of Pain? Ever Lasting Horizon Of Time? What did he mean?"

That night it rained. It rained for hours upon hours. She wondered if Eragon, with his powerful word, could deceiver the riddle for her. Deciding it

was better then not knowing she left her tent and ran through the pouring rain to Eragon's tent. As she stopped there she pounded on his oak

beam. "Eragon! Let me in!" From inside there came a surprised voice, of a female, and then Eragon opened the flap to the tent and let her in. It

was incredibly dark in the tent. Eragon walked in behind her and said, "Now you see what you did. Knocked the candle off of the table." He

snapped his fingers and a light identically to the suns filled the room. Trianna and Angela sat in high backed chairs, which Arya had never seen,

and smiled at her. Eragon walked forward and looked at Arya. "Want a chair." She nodded and Eragon said, "Alright. Could use some dry cloths

too." He straightened and clapped his hands. Arya was suddenly sitting in a chair wearing dry cloths. Eragon waved a hand and he was also

sitting. "So what is it that you need?" Arya was still Trianna. "Solembum told me a riddle and I need your help to figure out what it means." Arya

looked around hoping to see the werecat. He was no where. Angela waved a small hand and said, "Unlike most cats Solembum has a love for

water, and rain storms. Wouldn't be surprised if he goes to live underwater." Eragon looked at her and grinned. "Neither would I. So Arya what

is this riddle?" Arya thought for a moment. "'When one burns one with fire, the ones burned are hurt. They hurt for a long time, but then the

pains die, and they think themselves safe. But beware for the carrier of the Flames of Pain is relentless and he is on the Ever Lasting Horizon of

Time and he sees you and he seeks to burn you again.' He said that the White Death told him that." Eragon frowned and leaned back in his

chair. Angela piped up.

"The White Death could revere to some illness and someone with that illness told him that. But I've never heard of an infection called the White

Death. I've heard of the Black Death." Eragon nodded and said, "I have some instinct to think that this White Death is a living breathing thing,

yet he didn't refer to it as that. And why say the White death. Why not just say Death. It's still the same thing." Trianna said, "Or maybe the

White part describes the death. Like its white in that it isn't Death. Maybe it's nothing." Eragon looked at her and shook his head. "No.

Solembum told me a riddle and it's so far true. He saw into my future and told me a riddle based on it. Without knowing your future, Arya, we

cannot accurately predict events." All three of them looked at Angelia. She looked at each of them in turn and then said, "Why is everyone

looking at me?" Trianna sighed and said, "Because we need a fortune told and you just happen to be a fortuneteller." Angela sat up straighter

and said with a hint of anger, "Yes but I only do actually readings for special people. Such as Eragon, and Gindric, the blind one." Arya had been

listening to them and said, "No more of this." She got up and ran back to her tent. As she was lying to go to sleep she corrected herself. Actually

it would be better not knowing then have their help.

Dark pillars of fire emanated from her waking dreams. A horrifying scream followed it and Arya recognized the scream as belonging to her, as a fifteen

year old girl.

A deep voice that she so much feared came through her mind. "I won't hurt you Arya. I love you, much more then my brother. Can't you

see that? I've tried to show you so many times. I love you Arya. Say you love me or else!" The phrase was eerily familiar. In the darkness of the flames
she saw herself lying face upright and arching her back in pain. "No, stop! Alright! I love you!! I love you!!! Please stop!" A deep satisfied chuckle came

from the horrible voice. "I know you love me Arya. And you always will. Let me show you why!" Arya's vision went black and she heard herself scream.

She awoke suddenly. It was morning. Outside a furious battle outside was taking place. The sound of fire and lightning and shifting rock and

above it all the sound of swords clanking. She got up and ran out side to see Gridor, Eragon and Saphira fighting against Faolin, Janfask, and

Murtagh. Thorn was nowhere in sight. Fireballs shot out of Gridor's mouth, while a bolts of lightning shot from both his palms. Arya shivered at

the sight of him. Just seeing a Mecch in battle seemed to resonate power. Murtagh was fighting Gridor, while Eragon was fighting with Faolin and
Saphira was fighting Janfask. Those two battles were especially spirited. Eragon and Faolin fought with what seemed the intent to kill. Saphira

looked ready to slaughter the faster green dragon. When the match was over Gridor lifted his head after panting for several seconds and an

ocean of writhing flames shot from his mouth. From her knowledge of Dragons not even three fully grown dragons combined could summon such

an impressive inferno.

He snapped his jaws closed and looked at them all as if he had really not done anything at all. "What?" They all walked to away from him,

shaking their heads in amazement. A dragon that had a full wingspan of less then teen feet could breathe that much fire and not think much of

it. Arya walked up to Faolin and said, "Are you hurt?" Faolin smiled and said, "No I'm fine." He cast a glance at Eragon. "Eragon could not touch

me." Arya walked to the center of the camp and continued her duties. But hard as she tried she could not forget that awful voice from her

childhood. "I love you Arya. And you love me. This will never change. And to make sure I go with you were ever you are, as I know you want, I'll

do this!" Images and memories filled her mind and she pushed them away with all her might. It was a battle she lost.

Hahaha. Mystery dude. sort of fast I know but I was really bored.