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Ok, so I don't want people to get their hopes up but there is a chance I might be re-uploading all of FtP. I found somebody who had every single chapter and I got it back. There is one problem. It's inappropriate, especially later, and I'd have to rewrite a lot of what happens so that I wouldn't get in trouble. I re-read the story and also realized that it wasn't. . . well, idk I didn't think it was as good as it could've been. It lacked substance and plot which I'd done on purpose but now I think I'd want to give it more of one if I put it up. I'm going to put up a poll on my Profile asking if you'd all rather have a new plot or just have me rewrite the old one without the lemons and the language. Just keep in mind, it doesn't mean I'm definitely doing it but there is a high possibility that I will depending on what you all say.
It was an interesting sensation, waking up with his arm wrapped tightly around her. She arched her back slightly, just enough to stretch out her muscles, before trying to remove herself. Immediately his grip tightened and he pulled her on top of him, sliding his free arm around her as well.
"Nice try."
Her back was against his chest which made it impossible for her to turn and see him.
She couldn't help but smile. His voice was rough from sleep and it reverberated through her. She had to force herself to relax and ignore the heat rising in her body. He pressed his lips just below her ear and her reaction was involuntary as a shiver went through her. He grinned against her neck, knowing that he had control at this moment. His mouth continued down her neck to her collarbone where he ran his tongue casually along it. Her eyes closed slightly in bliss but her mind kept it's clarity. Placing her hand on Eragon's, she lifted them from her body with ease, despite his resistance.
Rolling to the side she sat up and looked at him. Immediately she chuckled. His face was in a sad pout and it was obnoxious yet incredibly endearing. Eragon tangled their fingers together and watched her until she gave in with a small smile. Leaning down, she kissed him softly, her palm resting on his neck and her other keeping her up with his hand still under it. His free hand settled on her waist and tugged her closer.
After a moment she pulled back slightly and looked at him. Her hair fell in his face and he laughed, the sound filling her with joy. She pushed it away and her mouth turned up at the corners. She remembered his wound then and shifted her weight.
"Did the bandage hold?"
Eragon shrugged.
"I think."
Carefully moving off of him, she stood, her bare feet landing on the cool wood of the floor. Looking outside, she saw it was a darker day. Rain was slowly falling and soaking the ground and plants. In truth, these days were her favorite. Daylight held so many lies. It gave people false hope before the darkness took it away. To her, it was just a cover. But night was a trickster. Making people believe that hope was completely gone. These kinds of days though. . . the clouds covered the sun and the rain cooled the ground making a contradiction of the two stark opposites.
She looked to Eragon just as he stood with a wince, holding his abdomen and breathing deeply. Walking over, Arya lifted the hem of the fabric and looked. The bandage was still in place but the wound needed to be addressed and cleaned.
"Come with me."
Leading the way down the steps, Arya kept her pace slow. Reaching the bottom, she turned right and they passed a still sleeping Saphira. She watched as Eragon settled his hand on the dragon's beautiful blue wing for a moment before dropping it and continuing on. The grass under her toes was cold and wet but it felt incredible as water ran along the side of her feet. Rain continued to land on their skin and it was soothing and calming to her. She noticed that Eragon didn't seem to mind it either. They'd only walked for a couple minutes before Eragon slipped his hand into hers. Before this day, she would've pulled back but now his fingers felt comforting in her own. Still, it frightened her slightly to be so. . . open.
Birds sung and flew around them and the rustling of the trees and bushes let them know that there were hundreds of animals hidden about. There was a light breeze carrying the smell of nature through the air and she smiled. She was home. Glancing at Eragon, she saw he had closed his eyes and lifted his head towards the grey sky, trusting her to lead him. Accepting that, she tightened her grip on his hand and pulled him towards the rushing water that she could already hear. He didn't notice it for another few minutes. When they got close, his eyes opened and he looked around, taking in the fact that they'd entered a very dense areas of the forest.
"Where are we?"
"A small river some distance away from most of the homes here."
He nodded and looked about at the wild plants that she guessed he'd never seen before. Brilliant orange and bright blue flowers were spread across the ground. With them were hundreds of other unique flowers that captured his attention. He leaned over, grimacing, and ran his forefinger and thumb across a petal. She waited for the reaction she knew was coming and chuckled when it did. He yelped and jerked his hand back while Arya knelt down beside the plant he'd just touched. With care, she avoided the petals and spoke the ancient language, pulling the plant out along with its roots. Eragon watched as he shook his throbbing hand.
"What kind of plant is that?"
She lifted it to eyesight, the blood red-brown of the stem and the dark purple of the petals glimmered. She could see the blue and the light green veins. Holding it out to Eragon, she waited for him to take it. He seemed hesitant before his hands covered hers and she slid her hands out. He held it out from his body and looked suspiciously at it. Arya spoke a spell again and the petal of the plant lifted, showing Eragon the underside. His eyebrows rose at the little furs he saw. But they weren't actually furs. It was razor-sharp and wiry. She released the spell.
"It's their defense. That could literally tear off your flesh."
Eragon looked at his thumb.
"I think it did."
She turned his hand and looked at it, shaking her head.
"No. That was a warning."
"A warning?"
"Yes, it wasn't fully defensive until you touched it. Come with me."
Taking him to the river, she unwrapped the bandage around his waist and motioned for him to sit. He made a face.
"It's wet."
Rolling her eyes, she held out her hand to him.
"And you're a baby. Sit in the grass."
He grabbed her hand and she helped him sit with as little pain as possible. She crouched next to him and pushed his shoulder back until he was laying down. Arya soaked the cloth bandage in the water and then brought it out, pressing it to the wound. Today it was bruised and swollen but that was normal for an injury such as this. It was in the process of healing. He cringed as the cold water soaked his skin. Pulling out a bag full of herbs that Oromis had given her, she took out a pinch and sprinkled it across the wound. Eragon's entire body tensed and his eyes closed tightly.
Taking the bandage, she squeezed the water into the wound and it mixed with the herbs, causing what seemed like more pain until finally he relaxed. She dried the bandage and wrapped it around him again, sealing in the medicine.
"You alright?"
He nodded, sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Better now."
Helping him into a sitting position, she sat beside him and let her feet fall into the water. He followed suit, any grass or dirt on his feet rolling away into the river. She closed her eyes and listened to the lives of the creatures around her. They sat there in silence for a long while, a relaxing feeling going through their bodies. During that time, Arya let herself lean back and rest on the ground. This wasn't like her. To be so. . . free, but Eragon brought it out of her without even trying.
It was a scary feeling, having your emotions shifted so easily by a single person. Still, she wasn't going to complain. Tonight was the celebration for their wedding and while it would be uncomfortable for her in front of so many who'd watched her grow up, she felt like it'd be fine as long was he was next to her. It didn't stop the part of her mind from urging her to pull away as quickly as she could. The rest of the morning, she led him through the area, showing him everything that was important to see or just beautiful to the point that he couldn't miss it. His open wonder causing her to smile more that day than she had in a very long time.
-C-A-S-S-I-U-S-
He'd ridden for two days straight and he feared how much longer it would take to arrive at the elven forests. From what he could decipher from their first campsite, something had caused them to pack with haste and head off. He was just passing the site when something caught his eye. Reigning in his horse, he dismounted and walked to what had grabbed his attention. What he found made his veins run cold. There was no mistaking the blood that had stained the grass.
He looked around him and found the holes that had been made from stakes holding a tent down. Cursing, he turned and looked about. Orrin was right. . . . this was all a ploy to get Eragon away and assassinate him. He continued to walk about and study the ground. There were two separate pools of dried blood and he brushed his hand through his hair in despair. For some reason he knew that one of them was Eragon's. The other. . . . Cassius hoped it belonged to an elf Eragon felled before he died.
A sudden thought hit him and hope resurfaced. Saphira. . . . she would never have allowed his death and neither of these stains on the ground are large enough to be a dragons. . . .maybe. But sadness filled him. All those elves could've easily subdued the dragon. They probably kept her for their own use. He swore violently and grabbed his head which had begun to pound. Arya had played Eragon and gotten him to fall for her. She'd fooled them all. Debating what to do next, he mounted the horse and drove his heels into the horses sides. It whinnied, lurching into a sprint. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he realized his subconscious had already made the decision for him.
-E-R-A-G-O-N-
Waking with her against him was a wonderful feeling. She was so perfect. He studied her face that was resting on his chest and shoulder. The pale skin had no flaw and her dark, soft, blue-black hair contrasted it in an interesting way. Her eyelashes were long and curled which only made her eyes brighter when they were open. He closed his eyes, her scent enveloping him and filling all of his senses. Moments later, he felt her shift. She arched against him, stretching, and his heartbeat stopped and skipped several beats and he reacted without thinking as she began to pull away, snaking his other arm around her and holding her in place. After having done it, he was nervous at her reaction but he played the confident card.
"Nice try."
From this angle he couldn't see her but he felt her body relax into his and he took that as a good sign. Taking advantage before she regained the walls that kept her from opening to everyone, he kissed her just below her ear. The reaction he got surprised him and enlightened him to the fact that he had some control in this relationship. As much as she tried to avoid it, she was swayed by him.
Still, as soon as he started she stopped him, sitting up and removing herself from his embrace. Not willing to let go so easily, he gave her a look that had gotten him out of many a class as a child. Now he wanted to sway the verdict in his favor again. The amusement on her face and in her voice made him think it might be working. It was. She leaned down, kissing him lightly and letting her fingers run along his jaw before settling on his neck.
As she leaned away, her hair brushed along his jaw. He reacted quickly, being very ticklish with no power to hide it. She smirked and he wanted to kiss her again but she seemed to remember something. He wanted to groan when she brought up his wound. Now it was basically over. She was pulling away again.
"Did the bandage hold?"
He lifted his shoulders in a shrug.
"I think."
She stood and he watched her long legs and slim body move towards the window. She stood there for a while as if contemplating something before turning to him and having him follow her. They walked out and the rain landed on his flesh, seeming to slide like silk down his skin. As he passed Saphira she stirred.
"Little one. . ."
He rested his hand on her wing.
"Rest Saphira. You need it."
She agreed quietly and her consciousness receded until her mind went dormant and she returned to sleep. He looked to find Arya watching and walked to catch up with her. As they continued, he took another chance, sliding his hand into hers. She took it easily, linking their fingers. She kept surprising him, causing him to rethink what he believed earlier. Maybe she was seeing that he was trustworthy; that she could let him in.
She'd showed him around the entire day until the sun began to set. It was then that she led him back to the house they were staying in.
"We need to change into something more regal. The celebration for our wedding is in less than an hour."
He walked into a room that was adjacent to the bedroom and found that the clothes he'd brought had been folded on shelves in the room. He grabbed the blue trousers but a hand snatched them from his fingers. Arya set them back down.
"My mother has something different in mind for tonight. She'd rather you wear elven garb. Here."
He looked to find a silver robe in her hands. He raised his eyebrows, taking the silky, soft fabric in his fingers. It rolled down, showing a full length tunic that had the look of armor but was made completely from cloth. Smirking, he set it down and pulled off his shirt. Arya's cheeks flushed slightly and she looked down. He chuckled and dropped the shirt, walking forward and spanning her waist with his hands. Her breath hitched.
"We don't have much time Eragon."
He nodded, tilting his head and looking down at her. She met his eyes after a moment and they were passive. He sighed, stepping back. There she was again back to her old self. It must of been a one day reprieve. She gave an apologetic smile and turned, leaving the room. He grabbed the elven tunic and slid it over his head, letting the smoothness of the clothing slide across his skin. Looking in a mirror that was set up across the room he smiled. It looked impressive. Elves were slim and this, although made to fit him, had an interesting affect. It make him seem much more bulked up than he really was. He grinned and straightened the V that went down to just below his chest.
He put on a pair of black leggings and then walked into the bedroom just as Arya pulled up her dress. But not before he saw more of her than he ever had. He felt like he'd just had the wind knocked out of him and he stared openmouthed as she turned around. Arya rolled her eyes and looked in the mirror as she pulled her hair back, leaving her bangs to form around her face.
She faced him them and he caught the full force of her image. Her dress was silver as well, showing off every, single curve and her eyes glimmered brightly like the fabric. He sucked in a breath and coughed awkwardly.
"Wow."
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
"Calm down, Eragon."
He rolled his shoulders and shook his arms out. She smiled and went to walk by him but he caught her arm. She tensed.
"No time." He nodded but pulled her towards him. "Eragon. . ." She didn't try and stop him though. His hands trailed down her arms along her soft skin and then back up. Her breathing seemed somewhat off as he tilted her chin up and made her look at him.
"We have a little time."
She shook her head in disagreement but leaned in all the same. He kissed her, lips slightly parted. A rush surged through him as their mouths moved together. She let her fingers slide into his hair while he kept his hand on her jaw and the other on her waist. He deepened the kiss, tightening his grip and letting himself get lost. She let go as well, allowing her instincts to control her. She slid her tongue along his lips, pushing past and searching his mouth. He responded in kind when somebody cleared their throat. He froze and she pulled back quickly, looking toward the door.
"Mother."
Eragon cringed before he turned to her and bowed respectfully. Islanzadi looked at her daughter a moment longer before handing them the crowns that they'd worn when the were married. He took his and set it carefully on his head as Arya did the same. Her mother stepped aside, motioning towards the stairs.
"They are waiting."
Nodding, both awkwardly walked past her and down the steps. They stepped outside only to stop. Elves were lined on either side of a path that led into the distance. Each was holding their hands in front of them. As Arya and Eragon began to walk forward, silver orbs of light appeared in the hands of the elves as they passed them. Eragon watched curiously as Arya led the way towards an unknown destination.
The elves faces were a mix of smiles, passive looks, and somewhat disapproving faces. He ignored those of the last and smiled politely. They finally arrived in a clearing and he saw hundreds of elves surrounding it. Saphira, who'd gone hunting as soon as she woke, returned within distance and questioned him. Telling her where he was, he stood in the center and waited with Arya. Islanzadi arrived just as Saphira did and his dragon perched on a large log that had been crafted and placed just for her. The queen stepped in front of them, looking directly at Eragon.
"We would like to bestow a gift on you, King Eragon. You have brought the kingdoms together and you have proved worthy to be granted access to our home. You have earned my daughter's trust, and through her, you are beginning to earn mine." He didn't know how true that was. Arya didn't trust him yet. Not fully. Islanzadi continued. "The gift we'd like to impart on you is unknown even to us. You will receive whatever is willed. Because of the mystery behind this, you have the right to decline. It will in no way effect how you are seen among the elves if you choose to do so." He also doubted that very much. Two elves covered in dark robes, hoods hiding their faces, stepped behind Islanzadi and he saw Arya tense noticeably. Worry coursed through him but he kept his cool. He stood tall.
"May I ask what might happen?"
The queen nodded.
"Your abilities may change. You may become stronger, smarter, curious, powerful. An array of possibilities await. There is a chance that this will change your entire view on the world or how you understand things. Everything is possible."
He took a deep breath. If it changed who he was a person . . . that would be like an act of war to his people if it made him weaker or incapable of leading. But on the other hand, if he refused this gift, the elves would see him as a coward. He could also gain something that could help defeat Galbatorix. He would be a fool to do so.
"Saphira?"
"I think that the only real option is to accept, Eragon."
"I know. But what if I'm not who I once was?"
"It's a chance you must take. To deny their gift would be an insult despite what they say."
He made up his mind.
"I accept."
A cheer went up and music, unlike any he'd heard, began to ring out across the clearing. It was beautiful and new, causing his mind to whirl. Arya gripped his arm as he staggered slightly. Before him, the two cloaked figures removed their hoods. He had to keep himself from reacting. Their faces were covered with tattoos and it went down their neck. He saw that it continued further as they removed their robes. The cloaks dropped to the ground and they were completely bare. He dropped his eyes, not wanting to be rude, but Arya's hand raised and lifted his head.
"Watch, Eragon."
He looked up to find that the women had begun to move in perfect synch. Their bodies were covered with the never stopping tattoos and it slowly began to take form. It was a dragon. A beautiful dragon. They continued to dance and he continued to lose his mental faculties to the music and spells happening around him. Suddenly, his vision was gone. He began raise his hands to rub his eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. What he found was that he couldn't move his arms. He heard Saphira call to him before she was shut out by the noise around him. With that, he felt his body lose control and he went limp. Slender arms wrapped around him before he hit the ground.
poseidon's son: :) and yeah. Basically they met, figured out they were going to be married, were attacked, Eragon snuck into the camp with bunches of others, he came out with Cassius and his brother, he and Arya got married, they went to Ellesmera, Cravahall was taken over, Cassius is trying to reach the elves, Eragon was stabbed. . . . Yeah so super crap summary but it would've been way too long otherwise.
Elrond Half-Elven Bjartskular: I will try to speed it up but I'm also going to try to keep it like it would've happened in the books.
Dracones: Yeah I meant to fix that but then I forgot and I was like, oh crap. Oromis sounds super non-elfish.
Vizual-Era: I promise I wont ever abandon a story :)
BlossomHunt: It's all good haha.
Iryan Drottingu: Lol I'll try! I am a ghost so nobody can find me! And for now I prob can't do it on a schedule because half the time idk what's happening. During summer I should get back on track though.
My Generation: Because she swore but under dire circumstances she can spill. Did I not put that in? Crap. Mea Culpa. Ummmmmm, like once every two or so weeks. . . I think. .
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