A/N: This is the first time in a while that I am writing the next chapter right after I posted it. Hmm, feels nice. You guys finally voted on my poll instead of reviewing and telling me to do the story. FINALLY!
Remember to read Da Hidded God eh? And Switching Lanes by Elemental Slayer of Funky Lookin' Dragons… Yup, got that right.
Also, I have yet to talk to Elemental Slayer of Funky Lookin' Dragons about this, but Middleearthmidget and I are looking to build a community, because in case you haven't noticed, or you've skipped this entire story to this chapter, we don't just do ExA, we import and export it. Literally. If you got a story you want to offer, feel free to offer.
And… I am pretty angry right now. Over night, I got ten new people who voted on my poll, ten people, about six hours. Coincidence? I think not. On that note, Gone From Here has been disqualified from the poll. One person is creating many fake accounts and voting for it, SO SCREW WHO IT IS!
On a happier note, Middleearthmidget, Elemental Slayer of Funky Lookin' Dragons, and I have created a community for all those lost folks out there looking for some ExA action. Take a peek… After this chapter of course.
Disclaimer, sort've: So it's looking to be Two Shades as of now, which is totally fine by me. I was looking towards Betrayed, but that's alright, I'll do that one next. This is mine, loser CP ain't.
A-R-Y-A
Fighting sleep was not easy, especially with a baby inside of you wanting out and kicking you nonstop. It was sweet, but slightly annoying nonetheless. She heard loud steps from outside the door and on the stairs, but it couldn't be Eragon; he was a half-elf, thus much quieter. The steps stopped outside of their door, but once again, she discarded it as there was a room directly opposite them.
BAM! The door practically flew off its hinges and she leapt up, as hard as it was, with a dagger in hand.
It was Eragon.
As fast as her pregnancy would allow it, she somehow managed to run over to him, hugging him to her as tightly as she could without crushing the small life inside if her. As soon as she touched him, he tensed up, which was unusual whenever she touched him. Standing back, she around on his body for injuries. When she found none, Eragon ripped off the cloak covering his left shoulder, and lo and behold, and arrow shaft was sticking out of his body.
Of course he had to get into trouble, who else would? She brought her hand back and slapped him across the face and then said, "Get on the bed."
He all too willingly complied, and collapsed on his back on the bed. Angela knelt over her twin brother while pulling supplies from her pack.
"Holy Basil, Ginger, St. John's Wort…" The Herbalist continued to mutter under her breath as she pulled herbs and things from her pack. Arya sat down on a chair next to Eragon as Angela crushed herbs together and mixed it with water. When she finally seemed done, there were three cups. One of them reeking of cinnamon.
Angela turned around and handed her one of the cups that smelled like Ginger.
"Here, drink this. It will help your pregnancy and ease your worries," she commanded her.
Without hesitation she took the cup and swallowed it in one gulp. Despite its mixed ingredients, it was delicious.
"So," Arya said after swallowing the cups contents. "What are you going to give Eragon?"
The half-elf sighed. "Magic isn't working on healing him for some reason. Probably dark magic of some sort; so, we have to resort to good ole healing herbs. So this may be a while, and you're already as exhausted as it is. Get some sleep; I'll wake you when he wakes up.
Arya slowly nodded her head before slumping down on the large bed, a good foot away from Eragon, just in case.
A-N-G-E-L-A A/N: Sorry guys, but I HAD to take this from LotRO.
Dipping two of her fingers in the bowl that contained the Steeped Athelas Essence, she pulled them out, making sure to drag it through the essence before doing so. Tearing part of her brother's shirt where the wound was, she put her two fingers down and rubbed the paste of the wound. Athelas restores one's health, but a person usually swallows a salve from a flask, but she knew Eragon wasn't exactly in the swallowing mood as of now.
(Think guacamole, just not as ugly, a pure green color)
The paste was supposed to harden over the wound, draining any possible infection and sucking out the dark magic that was in the wound. Athelas, or Kingsfoil as known to a few humans, was a weed. Most just thought it was a simple weed, for it grew in gardens and so they used clippers to kill them. But smart herbalists, such as… knew that Athelas can easily be derived and drained from weeds, mixed with water, and voila, a salve has been created.
There were eight kinds of Athelas essences, lesser, simple, greater, refined, distilled, infused, pure, and steeped. Steeped was the highest level, as such the reason she used it on Eragon.
When the paste was hard and dry, she grabbed the bowl that had the cinnamon mixed with Holy Basil and water. Gently, ever so gently, did she pour the drink over the paste. It was actually a good drink, if you could stomach it, but the purpose in this case was to destroy all of the harmful things that the Athelas had gathered up. Thus, no more bad stuffs in Eragon's body. She was just too good, ah well, some things couldn't be helped.
But her peaceful mind soon drifted off to the day she had given Eragon his fortune. She knew she would regret it, but he asked, and now she knew he regretted it as well.
"This is the first time I have ever seen it come up in someone's future. Most of the time it's the aspen or the elm, both signs (a circle resting on a long line) that a person will live a normal span of years. Whether this means that you will live forever or that you will only have an extraordinarily long life, I'm not sure. Whatever it foretells, you may be sure that many years lie ahead of you.
"Now the bones grow harder to read, as the rest are in a confused pile.
"Here the wandering path, lightning bolt, and sailing ship all lie together - a pattern I've never seen, only heard of. Thewandering pathshows that there are many choices in your future, some of which you face even now. I see great battles raging around you, some of them fought for your sake. I see the mighty powers of this land struggling to control your will and destiny. Countless possible futures await you - all of them filled with blood and conflict - but only one will bring you happiness and peace. Beware of losing your way, for you are one of the few who are truly free to choose their own fate. That freedom is a gift, but it is also a responsibility more binding than chains.
"And yet, as if to counteract that, here is thelightning bolt. It is a terrible omen. There is a doom upon you, but of what sort I know not. Part of it lies in a death - one that rapidly approaches and will cause you much grief. But the rest waits in a great journey.
"Look closely at this bone. You can see how its end rests on that of thesailing ship. That is impossible to misunderstand. Your fate will be to leave this land forever. Where you will end up I know not but you will never again stand in Alagaesia.This is inescapable. It will come to pass even if you try to avoid it.
"The next bone (arose between the arms of a crescent moon) is easier to read and perhaps a bit more pleasant. An epic romance is in your future, extraordinary, as the moon indicates - for that is the magical symbol - strong enough to outlast empires. Your love shall be of noble birth and heritage, for she is not alive as of yet. She is wise, power, and beautiful beyond compare. I can however, for certain, tell that this passion will end in happiness and love, and it shall last forever, even in death.
"Now for the last two bones, thetree and the hawthorn root, which crosses each other strongly. I wish that this were not so - it can only mean more trouble - but betrayal is clear. And it will come from within our family! You shouldn't fret about what has yet to occur…" She fell out of her vision-like aura, and looked at Eragon who was shocked into disbelief. "I… I do not know what to say Eragon, I am sorry I should not have done –"
"No! No, the fault is on me. I asked, and you are not allowed to stop someone who asks," Eragon said. Before she could say anything, he stood up and walked from her room.
She most definitely did regret it now, for Saphira was dead, Morzan betrayed the family, and everything else occurred. Although, Arya was one of the good things that came into his life.
At the moment, besides the fact that Eragon was lying with a wounded shoulder, they were in the Empire, and Arya was pregnant, all was peaceful. That all changed when they went downstairs the next morning.
A/N: YOOHOO! Finally! It is finished, sorry for the long wait, but hey, I'M ON SPRING BREAK! Hehe, who doesn't love spring break? Ah well, can anyone guess what the bad news will be?
Added to that, remember to check out the community, and vote on the poll. I decided to stop Gone From Here, and then put it back up, just for good measure. And I think that's about it, BYE!