Eragon's and Arya's POV's are taking point at different times in the story. Arya's is when Eragon is already gone. Eragon is before it happens. Sorry for the long wait. Shit happens. This chapter is relatively long though so I hope it makes up for it.
"Wonderful job Eragon, it looks like you've cemented yourself in the perfect position."
He dragged himself through the underground entrance to DuWeld, the beating he took finally hitting him.
"Yeah."
Blödhgarm chuckled as he tried to head off to his room.
"Not just yet Eragon. I need to finish prepping you for this mission."
He let out a groan, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was pissed off.
"Can't this wait until tomorrow? I just want to sleep."
The blue-haired agent shook his head, more serious now.
"No. She needs as much time as possible to get it ready in time."
He frowned.
"Get what ready?"
They rounded a corner and the smell of hot metal and fire assaulted his senses. They walked through a heavy smoke stained door and Eragon paused as heat scorched across his skin. Surrounding him was a forge like area that was utterly ancient in it's design. Before a massive furnace stood an older women with a stern face. She didn't even look at them as they came in and he didn't think she realized they were there until she spoke.
"What do you want, Blödhgarm?"
The blue-haired man chuckled.
"Rhunön, how do you always know?"
Eragon watched as she poured red-hot liquid metal into a mold.
"Because you're the only one stupid enough to come down here. Now what do you want?"
Blödhgarm walked forward, motioning for Eragon to follow, and they approached the rugged looking woman.
"He needs a gun."
Eragon's brows pinched together but he said nothing as the two carried on their conversation. Rhunön shook her head.
"He needs this, she needs that. You are all so needy. Just get him one from the Armory."
The agent leaned tiredly against the side of a metal table.
"Rhunön, please."
The grumpy smith sighed and walked over to a locked door. It took two different codes and a hand scan to open it, leaving him extremely curious as to what was inside. The door creaked open and he wasn't able to see anything through the dim lighting. But the woman seemed to know exactly where everything was and she entered the dark room, returning moments later with a cloth covered object. Her arms strained against the weight and he assumed it was heavy. His thoughts were confirmed as she dropped it on the table, the clang pounding into his skull. Rhunön took a breath before gripping the corner of the cloth and tugging it off. He raised his eyebrows as he found himself looking at a dark silver block of metal. She ran her hand over it almost as if caressing it, and then crossed her arms.
"Is he worth it?"
Blödhgarm nodded his head, glancing at Eragon out of the corner of his eye.
"He isn't one of us, Rhunön, but he is matched in skill only by one other."
Eragon felt as if he was listening in on a conversation he wasn't supposed to be privy to. When the woman's wise, dark brown eyes landed on his, he felt a chill go through him. They were so haunting in a way, as if she'd been through hell and back only to return to this hot room with fire blazing around her. She tilted her head.
"Arya?"
Eragon's heart squeezed somewhere behind his walls but he wouldn't focus on it. Blödhgarm answered.
"Yes, Arya."
Rhunön pushed graying hair from her face with dirty fingers.
"Fine. I'll use one of the last blocks remaining of this precious metal and you will be responsible if he fails us."
The blue-haired man nodded.
"I will take that responsibility." He turned to Eragon. "I'll leave you here then. Do as she asks but don't let her frighten you. She's not a terrible as she acts."
Rhunön scoffed and waved him away, leaving just Eragon remaining in the room. Silence fell for the next ten minutes as he watched her manipulate the metal she'd removed. He'd never seen it's actual like and was curious more than anything to the fact that she seemed to make customized weapons out of an unknown material. He finally spoke his questions to her, wishing he hadn't seconds after.
"What kind of metal is it?"
The woman whirled around and glared at him.
"None of your business. Give me your hand."
He unconsciously shrunk back a little.
"What for?"
She grabbed his wrist and slapped something onto it that immediately began to burn. Looking he found a heated piece of the metal covered by only a thin heat shield. Snatching his arm back he hissed.
"What the hell, lady?!"
She tsked and studied the imprint she'd made.
"You're fingers are rather large and thick aren't they?"
He was already annoyed with her and that question made it worse.
"No. You're just used to these DuWeld people and their lady hands. What on earth did you do that for?"
She chuckled to herself.
"It's rather amusing is it not?"
"To you!"
Another small laugh.
"Exactly. Now I need to take exact measurements on your hand, your firing statistics and how you stand, and you'll need to run me through your favorite type of weapon. Blödhgarm will send the statistics and such but the rest is up to you. Now first, lay out your palm."
He scoffed.
"Yeah right, so you can throw burning metal on it? No thanks."
She turned up her nose at him.
"I figured you were told of my process. Obviously not by your childish and pathetic reaction. I want the measurements to be exactly correct and so I will make a mold of your hand. Stick it out or I'll knock you unconscious and do it then."
Groaning to himself and making a mental note to punch his handler, he laid out his hand on his knee and forced himself to sit still as the pliable material molded over his fingers.
Over the next hour she took in all the information she could by handing him a gun and having him hold it and fire it into a cement wall. He guessed their must be over a thousand holes covering it and was actually impressed at it's symbolism. This woman was skilled. It wasn't until he heard all noise cease that he looked over to Rhunön to find her staring at him like he was stupid.
"What?"
She raised her eyebrows.
"Get out."
She spoke as if it was something he should've done ages before and he just rolled his eyes. This woman was curt and rude yes, but she was also intriguing and rather entertaining company. She mumbled to herself as she worked about the most random things, mostly about the agents at DuWeld and the "silly man" they were fighting against. He assumed she meant Galbatorix but didn't want to interrupt to ask. She probably would've stabbed him with a hot poker. Shaking his head at her abrupt dismissal he walked out of the steaming room and grinned as cool, fresh air cleared his senses. Just before the door closed she spoke.
"Come back sometime. You aren't horrible company."
Smirking, he strutted to the stairs and took them two at a time, beyond eager to see what she would create for him.
-A-R-Y-A-
She'd just stood, intent on removing herself from the eyes that were all following her as if she might break, when both Saphira and Firnen leapt from their chairs. She paused and glanced to see them both looking at her with excited expressions. Saphira was the one to speak and this time she looked about the room.
"Arya, help me."
Frowning, she questioned the girl.
"What?"
Firnen clasped his hand in Saphira's and continued for her.
"First letter of each word. Just read it again."
Mulling over the goodbye note again she took a sharp breath. Always, relationships yield agony. How easy love provides me escape. . . . Arya, help me. She looked to her mother, almost furious that she'd been led to believe so little of him. Angry that she could doubt his character with such little evidence. Her rational side took her that was false. She'd had more than enough evidence with that video to come to such a conclusion. But now she felt precious time had been wasted and she was not going to sit idly by and let it continue.
"How did you're people not see this? We could've been after him immediately if you'd only paid attention!"
Islanzadi seemed perturbed but also somewhat chastised.
"We only received this hours ago and there was no reason we could think of to believe he wasn't meaning as he said. It all fit."
A loud noise sounded on Islanzadi's side as an agent burst into the room.
"It's a message!"
The woman sighed.
"Yes Jackson, so we've discovered this."
Arya scoffed.
"You are so blind, mother. He isn't the kind of man to betray those he cares about. Have transport waiting for me when I arrive. We'll get to work immediately."
Her mother shook her head.
"There's no need for that now. If he wants to be found he'll leave clues for us."
She fumed at the woman's ignorance.
"He'll leave clues for me. You know nothing about him. If he asks for me it's what he'll get. Have a car waiting."
She didn't wait for a response as she slammed out of the room, anger at her mother for being so indifferent to the situation, anger at herself for believing he could possibly be a traitor, and anger at him for leaving her in the first place. He'd run and she didn't know how to deal with it at the time. Damn him! She loaded a small duffel and sprinted down to the underground garage, stopping abruptly as she came face to face with Saphira. The blonde smiled softly.
"I'm not trying to stop you, don't worry. I'm coming with you and so is Firnen. We can do more to help find him if we're there."
Arya shook her head.
"I don't want you to have to experience my mother's world. It isn't a pleasant one."
The blonde only shrugged.
"I don't really think there's a way to keep us here so it's either go together or meet ya' there."
She looked at Saphira for several seconds, wondering how the girl could be so forgiving. After all, she'd been a complete ass for the past several months. Finally she shrugged, looking away.
"Fine. But be ready to depart in ten minutes."
She made to walk past her but Saphira grabbed her arm.
"Ok. And Arya, we're having a little chat when we are on that plane. Got it?"
She clenched her jaw and nodded, body tense as Saphira returned inside the base to prepare herself.
An hour later their jet was taxiing out onto the runway and she was sitting quietly in her seat, trying to avoid thinking about the last time she was on this jet. Her mind flashed back to the moment she'd seen him last and her chest squeezed as she remembered his eyes. He'd been so hurt and yet it was as if he agreed with her. Shaking her head she looked out the window. Just then Saphira dropped into the seat beside her.
"We need to talk."
Arya was short with her.
"I don't think we do."
"Arya shut up and look at me."
Saphira's voice was hard and annoyed and she grudgingly looked at her.
"What do you want?"
The young girl looked much wiser than her age should allow and Arya knew a lecture coming when she saw one.
"You need to cut out this stupid attitude. I get that he hurt you and you sure as hell know that you hurt him, but you two act like children around each other when it comes to your feelings. Either way, you should never have shut me off like that. I was your friend before him and I will always be there for you whether you try and evade me or not. So you're done with this assholish behavior. Understand?"
She couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the girl's ultimatum and spoke sarcastically.
"Who are you my mother?"
Saphira grinned and settled more comfortably in her chair, pushing the subject even further.
"You're still mad at him are you not?"
Arya pursed her lips.
"Yes."
Saphira pondered her response a moment.
"Why?"
This was the question Arya didn't want to think about. She didn't exactly want to put a finger on why exactly she was upset with him. It had nothing to do with their vacation, they'd been partly responsible but nobody could've known. Even though she tried to ignore it the answer placed itself in her hands. When she spoke her voice was quieter and sad.
"He said yes, Saphira."
The girl's eyebrows furrowed.
"Said yes to what?"
"He left. My mother asked him to leave and he said yes."
Understanding flitted across the blonde's face.
"Didn't you two part ways on the plane?"
Arya sighed in frustration.
"I don't know, I guess."
"Then no offense but what right do you have to be mad?"
She bristled, her anger rising.
"Because he knew that he'd gotten to me, Saphira. He knew I felt. . . something towards him and he walked away with that knowledge. He knew it would kill me and he did it anyway."
Saphira tilted her head.
"Arya you have to look at this from his perspective. Do you even comprehend how taken he was with you? Because I don't think he even completely understood why he was. I think him leaving was his way to escape you. He didn't do it to spite you." Arya's head was still flooded with thoughts that contorted her feelings in all different directions. She didn't know why she was so furious at him. It was for reasons that seemed to hide themselves from her. Saphira continued. "Maybe once we've saved him you two can work it out."
Immediately her mind rejected the idea, shutting out her emotions without her permission and closing her off from the thought. She shook her head.
"No. It's not safe for us to work together again. If you'll excuse me I need to go to the bathroom."
-E-R-A-G-O-N-
He headed towards the underground exit, having been told by Blödhgarm that is was time to get him set up in his faux apartment and complete his background work. It needed to seem like he was an ex-marine in every possible way. Today was also the day that he would be going in for the mission and it would be his last day as Eragon Shay. As he entered the massive area that was a lot like The Varden's garage he found Islanzadi, Blödhgarm, and Rhunön waiting for him, all in a serious conversation. The aged smith frowned at him but he could tell she didn't really dislike him all that much. Arya's mother nodded to him.
"Alright, you'll be fully undercover which means no wires or bugs hidden on your person. The only way we'll be able to keep tabs on the mission is by your reports that you will drop in locations specified by a chalked four even lines"
He nodded, mind already switching into gear and prepping itself for what was coming. Rhunön revealed a cloth covered object, a prideful smile on he face. Excitement flitted through him as he watched he unwrap the weapon that was made for him. He caught his breath as he took in the gun, blown away by the craftsmanship. The slide, frame, hammer, and trigger guard were all a dark silver color that was polished perfectly. The trigger itself was an aluminum match trigger with silver coloring. What was most captivating was the front strapped that had grooved slots for his fingers. The grip panel was a darker stained wood that was fitted exceptionally to the gun and rounded out the whole piece. In it all he saw a 1911 styling that brought back memories of his own customized weapon.
Rhunön held it out for him to take and he did so with respect, the cool metal sliding across his fingers and palm. He grinned appreciatively and went through the process of checking it over, impressed by the smooth glide that seemed to encompass every action of the weapon. It was balanced expertly and fit perfectly into his grip, like an extension of his arm. Looking at the woman who'd crafted it he smiled.
"This is beautiful, thank you."
She waved away his appreciation with a roll of her eyes but could tell she was relieved by his response. Islanzadi and Blödhgarm seemed pleased as well as they seemed to relax a bit. Obviously there'd been past incidents and he was glad he'd had to common sense to be gracious. The smith said her goodbyes and walked away, leaving them to the business at hand. The blue-haired agent became even more serious.
"Are you ready?"
He nodded, steeling himself once again for the role he was to fill.
Two Days Later
"Daddy I want him to be my personal guard."
Eragon tensed, watching with a guarded expression as Pierce considered what she was asking for. He hope with everything in him that the man would say no because he had a feeling the woman had ideas in her head. She'd been rather handsy since he'd started, making him extraordinarily uncomfortable. She was sexy, yes, but no matter what he tried, the green eyes wouldn't leave his brain. The druglord shrugged after a moment.
"That's fine. Timmons still goes with you as well."
She nodded.
"Of course, daddy."
She looked at him then, her eyes sultry and conniving.
"Could you please come with me Rhydian? I'd like to go shopping."
He nodded, trying to keep all expression from his face.
"Of course ma'am."
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Oh there's no need for such formality. It's Trianna."
With that she turned and strutted out of the room, her hips swaying side to side more than he knew they normally would. Pierce gripped his shoulder.
"Good luck with that one. Oh, and if you let her get so much as a scratch, I'll tear out your intestines and make you eat them."
"Of course, sir."
Following the woman out he found that she was already heading for the garage. He hurried to catch up, making sure to arrive before her so he could open her door. It'd been the first thing he'd learned on the job as he'd failed to do it once and got a slap to the back of the head by Timmons. He'd already mastered most of his duties by now though and was able to focus most of his energy on avoiding Trianna's looks and brushes against him. It was aggravating him to no end because part of him wanted her. She was undeniably hot and would no doubt be an adrenaline rush, but it wasn't even a possibility. Not because he couldn't get her, no, because any time he found himself considering it he felt this gut wrenching disgust with himself.
The man he'd been would claw at his soul, yelling at him Arya's name or memories that hurt to relive as it just made him want to go back to her. Every time this happened he wanted to scream with rage. He'd thought this emptiness would protect him from her but obviously Arya was stronger than even his own soul. Sliding into the car beside Trianna, he kept as close to the door as possible, hoping she'd be too distracted by her shopping plans to try and get at him. His hopes her dashed as she slid over to his side and settled her hand on his knee.
"So. . . Rhydian, I know so little about you. Where did you grow up?"
Part of him was impressed by the fact that she was almost as much interrogating him as she was hitting on him. If he slipped up, it would most likely be in a time like this when his guard was down and he was being distracted. Or so she thought at least. Eragon looked out the window.
"I was born in the United States and raised there."
Her hand slid higher.
"Really? And you're what, an ex-marine? What did you do?"
He could hear something in her voice that was rather chilling. She put on this barbie act, like she didn't care about anything except partying and shopping, but in his short time there he'd already seen several things that indicated she was much more involved in her father's business than anyone would think. Trianna Lorga was insanely intelligent and she knew it well enough to act like she wasn't. He frowned.
"Struck a superior officer."
She gave him a smug smile.
"Really? Because the incident report says the man was in the hospital for two weeks. I don't think struck is really the correct word. What did he do?"
He Rhydian Brady would be all for this flirtation and so he forced himself to do so. Smirking, he leaned down to her ear.
"He just knew what buttons to keep pressing."
A sultry grin was her response and she squeezed his leg.
"I'm sure I'll be able to find different buttons to push."
He swore to himself inwardly. This was going to be a bitch of an assignment.
-A-R-Y-A-
They followed Islanzadi into the building, the memories of the place already returning to mess with her head. She'd lost so much because of this place and being back was not something she ever foresaw. Still, he'd asked for her help and so that's what she was going to give, even if it meant coming here. They went through all of the security measure and false entrances and were finally inside, making their way to the command room. It had been decided that they would go straight to work, no catching up or small talk.
Well, she had decided that, ignoring any of her mother's attempts to do so. Upon arrival they'd shared only a 'hello' and 'how close are you to his location.' They were definitely a force to be reckoned with though as the group of them walked through the halls she'd grown up in. She recognized several faces as they passed but she chose to move on without word, wanting nothing more than to find Eragon and leave this place. Walking into the command room she found Blödhgarm scrolling through thousands of cameras, trying to find for a single glimpse of Eragon or Trianna. Without being asked, Saphira and Firnen went to work, hacking systems and boosting the search. Arya sat down.
"How had he been in contact with you the past several times?"
Islanzadi sat next to her.
"He'd drop a jump drive in a marked location, usually a bathroom or a bench. We'd then grab it and bring it in. He made three successful reports before we got this encrypted one stuck to a piece of gum on the underside of a bench."
Saphira cut in.
"I hacked into Trianna's bank account information."
Blödhgarm's eyes widened.
"What? It was routed through over a thousand different places all across the world. We've had people on since before Eragon even went in. There's no way possible you completed it in less than five minutes."
Saphira smirked.
"Well obviously Firnen helped. They had a ton of viruses and traps placed to mess with anyone looking for it. We were able to disable or circumvent each of them and it would bring us one step closer. We were then left with over two hundred possible options and begin crossing off those that didn't fit the profile of somebody like Pierce. He is too creative and smart to choose an obvious location and the one's that were less flashy and obvious for his tastes. It turned out to be a supposedly shit bank in Japan where less than thirty people bank. Once you slide on by their firewalls though, you can see that they hold accounts with thousands of shady people. Would you like to see the reports or not?"
Arya nodded.
"Pull them up."
Instantly thousands of transactions filled the screen, the purchases endless. Along with the massive deposits into the account. It was easy to see that Trianna was not the only one accessing this card. Charges were made at exact same times in different countries. It must be the all around use fund for those considered rather high in the food chain. She leaned forward, trying to focus and see if anything caught her eye. And nothing did, at least not for another hour. They'd just gotten through the hundred and fortieth page when she noticed something. Two charges to a Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Saphira went to the next page but she gripped the table.
"Hold up, go back." The blonde did as she asked, looking closely to see what Arya had gotten her attention. "See what those charges were for Bed, Bath, and Beyond."
Islanzadi frowned.
"What on earth would you think those would be important?"
Even Saphira seemed doubtful but she kept her eyes on the screen. A charge for a pillow and then another. Knowing exactly what he'd done she smirked.
"Saphira can you access the cameras?"
The girl nodded.
"Of course."
Blödhgarm crossed him arms.
"Are you planning on sharing?"
She debated for several moments, not really wanting to explain to the people gathered about Eragon's pillow story. Simply choosing not to respond she waited for Saphira to work her magic. Within moments they were watching the security feed from the store. She stood and walked over to stand behind the blonde.
"Go back to the day of the purchases."
She did so, only for the screens to freeze as soon as she hit twelve A.M. Firnen sighed.
"They must store past days on sight. Security cameras that have major memory are more expensive and not worth the price to most managers."
Arya nodded.
"Fine, what's the address?"
Islanzadi came up behind her.
"Arya what aren't you telling us? How does this store or those purchases mean anything?"
Biting the inside of her lip in frustration she headed for the door.
"It just does. Send the location to my phone. I'm heading for it."
She'd just exited the room when two sets of footsteps sounded beside her. Looking to her right she found Blödhgarm and her mother following her. She didn't bother to stop as she shook her head.
"No."
The blue-haired man chuckled.
"Just because you left us all without so much as a word does not mean that you are not still my friend, Arya. I'm not letting you got at this alone."
Rolling her eyes she consented.
"Fine but you stay."
When she said this she was looking at her mother. The woman simply raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember you being the leader here. If I recall correctly, this is my world. I go if I deem it necessary and I do."
Groaning audibly she quickened her pace and arrived in the underground garage within five minutes. Spotting what she'd hoped to, she be-lined for it, not bothering to make sure they'd be ok with her choice. As she straddled the blue Yamaha YZF R1 and looked to find that neither her friend nor her mother had missed as step as they found their own bikes, Islanzadi sliding onto a white Kawasaki Ninja ZZR 1400 and Blödhgarm a flat black Honda CBR1100 XX Blackbird. She started the bike, looking around until she saw the racks of helmets. Riding the short distance there she snatched one off the rack and checked the size before sliding it over her head. Just as they were doing the same several agents ran into the garage.
"Sir do you need back up?"
Islanzadi flipped up her visor.
"I don't think that will be necessary but keep a team ready just in case. Be prepared to move at a seconds notice."
The agents nodded and kicked into action as the three agents sped towards the exit. Saphira's voice broke through her calm and she tensed.
"This is awesome!"
Arya reached up and scrambled to find the volume. She'd never used a helmet that had a blue tooth in it and she definitely wouldn't again.
"Saphira it's way too loud. I'm not sure how to lower it."
The girl chuckled.
"I got ya. Hang on." The sound lessened steadily until it was at a comfortable level. "That better?"
She waited while codes were put in.
"Yes."
There was silence for a moment and then she brought up the one subject she'd rather have kept quiet.
"So the pillow? Am I to think dirty or is there a reasonable explanation?"
Arya's cheeks felt heated but she kept her voice steady.
"Why must your mind always travel to such places?"
"It's just how I roll. So if not sexy times, what exactly is the story there?"
Arya sighed, finding no reason not to tell her.
"Remember when Eragon called you on the drive to the airfield?"
Saphira laughed.
"Yeah. You two were being ridiculous. I don't think I've ever heard you so chill."
She clenched her jaw, her heart clinching.
"Yeah. Well he told me a story about when he was a teen and he and his cousin accidentally broke one of the prop beds. He said he hid in a bunch of pillows. It was a pretty elaborate story."
"Yeah? And you're sure that's it? No kinky stories about your vacation? I never got to ask you."
Arya let her annoyance show in her voice.
"You're using this as a way to interrogate me?"
"Of course. You can't really run away this time as I have complete control of your helmet. You won't stop because you'd have to explain your reasoning to your tag-alongs. So, spill. I saw. . . the footage. But I still know nothing of the reasons behind it."
"And you wont. Saphira I don't want to talk about this, alright?"
The girl's voice was hard when she answered.
"Too bad. You've been pretty bitchy these past months and now it's payback. What the hell happened that made him run halfway across the world to get away from you?"
"Saphira. . . ."
"Not going to work. Come on."
There was a long pause before she finally answered.
"We . . ." She sighed. "It was just a lot of moments leading up to the pool. We got caught up in the moment and we caused that guy's death. I let him sway my thoughts instead of doing what I thought was correct."
"You know it isn't something you can take the blame for, Arya. Either of you. So many factors played into the outcome."
"It doesn't matter. We screwed up."
Saphira seemed exasperated when she answered.
"So what! People screw up. Get over it and figure out your issues. You two are so right for each other it's crazy. Do you know I've never seen you as happy as you were with him? You seriously need to accept that you want to be with him and do it!"
Anger fueled her but she covered it with false amusement
"Saphira calm down. That part of our lives is finished with. I'm done."
The girl growled.
"I will stab you when I see you."
She knew she was closing the conversation and probably pissing off her friend but enough was enough of this conversation.
"I think you want this more than Eragon or I do. Just let it go and move on. I have."
She heard a click and knew Saphira had cut off their connection. Relief filled her but the damage to her wall had already been done. His warm eyes stared into hers and she felt tears prick her eyes. It wasn't sadness. Well, that was part of it. But there was just so much she was holding back. Guilt, shame, sadness, anger, confusion, pain, and all the other emotions possible to feel were just smashing violently against her walls, trying to find the weak spots and cracks. Saphira had just scraped away a whole layer and now she was left to throw up a makeshift one. Damn that girl.
They arrived over an hour later, the location further than expected. It was then that Saphira reconnected, this time with all three of them.
"Once you're close I'll be able to jump from the blue-tooth feed to their systems. Just stay in the store until then and I'll let you know what I find."
Her mother opened the door to the store.
"Sounds good."
The smell of fabric cleaner, soaps, and such invaded their nostrils and she searched the signs above them for the bedding section. She figured they could look for anything he might've left behind. They fanned out, each checking isles while making it look like they were shopping. She had just browsed through her third isle when Saphira made a victory shout.
"Got it! Arya next isle, middle shelf in the feather pillows. He stuck something inside of one."
She speed-walked to the given location, picking up the pillows and searching each one. Blödhgarm voiced a worry she had.
"What if somebody's boughten it?"
The blonde seemed unaffected.
"No he reached pretty far back. I think he planned for it."
Her mother glanced around.
"Who was with him?"
Saphira was quiet for a couple moments before clearing her throat.
"Trianna."
Arya hands tightened around the pillow she was holding but she continued her search.
"How did she not see him place it here?"
An even longer pause.
"Well. . . . he kept her distracted. . . ."
Without thinking Blödhgarm frowned and spoke.
"Doing what?"
Arya's breath caught in her throat as she imagined exactly what he could do to distract somebody. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut. The same feeling she'd gotten as she watched the security footage her mother'd shown her. Saphira had the decency not to respond to his question and she was relieved she found what Eragon had left before the agent had time to ask again. It was a piece of paper with a small note on it. You saved me, you know? I was so close to death and you saved me. Now I've just screwed it all up. I think I need to try and make amends. . . Please meet me where it all began. When the clock reset. She stared at the message in confusion and Islanzadi sighed.
"Saphira he didn't put this here. Who on earth would he be talking about? What would he be talking about? It must be something else."
At this a conversation began as to what else he'd be doing here but Arya remained quiet, thinking desperately for what he could be referring. Suddenly Saphira spoke directly to her.
"Could he be referring to you, Arya?"
She furrowed her brow.
"I don't think so. . . I mean, when he was about to die I was out cold so I didn't really save him. I don't think that's what's being pointed to."
"No I meant emotionally." She immediately felt awkward with the way the conversation was heading, especially with Blödhgarm and her mother listening intently. Saphira went on. "He told me a lot about his past and what kind of person he was. You challenged him and he said some things that could be tied to this "saving" him."
Past. . She'd stopped listening as soon as she'd said the word 'past.' Something had struck her and now her mind was dissecting the information, searching for relatable pieces of information that could help. And then she smiled.
"I know where he is."
FYI: I know nothing about making guns or what makes for a good gun (parts, maintenance, build) and I don't really care. I chose the weapon because it looks effing cool to me so sorry if it's not aerodynamically the best or whatever. So without further ado, this is Eragon's weapon if you'd all like to see it.
Take out the spaces:
cabotgun better-than-custom-1911-pistols / rangemaster-1911-pistol /
When you get to the website scroll down a little bit. It's the "An Out-of-the-Box 1911 Competitive Pistol." I just thought it looked fricken awesome so yeah.
Firestar: Lol I don't know if I should be happy I almost made you poop :P Lol jk and thank you!
thetinker: So early! Why? Can't you do it at like, 8 or something? I really enjoy writing violent Eragon because it's so different. Lol that's epic. I don't know any Russians to make that decisions so I'll take your word for it haha. Thank you!
Nandon: I get that. The ending killed me lol. Thanks although he's totes not going to fall for her per say. Sounds pretty legit! What's the main character's name?
CorLeonis92: Thank you! Haha it seems Nikodim is a rather likable character. I might have to keep him around.
d-saintsation-b: ;) You'll have to wait and see! So much can happen in two weeks.
TheLoneVoyager: See but you're looking at it with a bias to Eragon's situation in the books. Change your perception a bit and I think it'll be easier to see. Obviously this wont last because you're definitely right, Eragon is an incredibly emotionally based character. But, think about what he's going through and really dig into what could be going on in his mind. It think all the things happening to him and because of him could easily turn even the best people to a darker path if only to escape the pain of everything. Again though, as I kind of said in the chapter, he's so driven by emotion that Arya's tactic wont really work for him. So he's trying to mirror her and her mother but it will ultimately be bad. As for Trianna, if you've shut out everything, taking in somebody's attractiveness isn't such a far stretch. Notice that I didn't use the words beautiful in his thoughts of her. It isn't an attraction out of actually liking her, it's just his guy side being fully open. He's shut out all the softer emotions and is left with anger. Anger doesn't allow for love in a sense, it's all about lust. And still he can't see her as an option because of his thoughts of Arya. So don't worry because it'll all work out better in then end :D I do understand where you're coming from though and I'm sure a lot of people will think the same. Whew, lots of words there. As for the rest, yeah I legit slept two hours only and then woke up to take two tests. Bleh. Oh yeah messing with sleep is so crappy! It makes it so hard to get back on track. That's pretty cool, do you enjoy teaching? Also, what would you teach when you get your masters? Software and computer stuff? (I think this is one of the longest review responses I've ever written).
FanBoyNinja: :D thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it!
burning book: Thanks :)
Ninja15912: Thank you! And she'll come back into play next chapter :D Also, did you join the Hobbits game? Somebody with your exact name is in my alliance now.
Tamerhelm85: Thanks! That about sums it up. Although were you going to say Vanir's a jerk because you didn't necessarily need to censor that one ;P
ThePCGamer: Thank you! Lol he'll be mostly back to normal soon enough :D
mr rophone: Thank you! I'm glad you are seeing that because I seem to not have done a great job of making it completely clear to everyone. Obviously my bad but lol still.
Rainxoxo: ;) Yes, exactly. It totally does make for an explosive reaction. I'm glad! Eh it's good you were a bit worried because that means that you find it important and also that you put a lot of work into it. Kudos! Lol I really should try and learn that skill but time-management seems so difficult to figure out haha. But yeah my classes are pretty good :) What's your research over?
TheeRoyalJester: :D Well you just fail life! Everyone knows the answer but you! Jk I don't even know how deep my bathtub is. Both? Idk I don't remember but I think I was talking about what you said. . . Good! Only creepers allowed! Ok I don't put it on pizza lol, although now that you say that I'm totally going to try it (I work at Dominos). And Italian dressing?! No, always go ranch! You crazy person! Lol yeah then you'll get a knock on your door and you'll open it to a bat wielding British Fanfiction Writer. True that. Yeah and I'm usually in the position you are but at the moment I'm kind of in a crazy have no time place in my life where reading is a luxury lol. I think I'm on the third book of the newer I'm totes an old hag. Wrinkles and hunched shoulders ;P Lol romance huh? I'm pretty sure that would be illegal. And also I'm pretty straight but ya know. . . Lmao. You should just steal one and say santa stole it from her or something. I'm glad I helped with your day and I hope everything is alright. And you'll get through it one step at a time. And Noon was having PC issues :D
chittart: Thank you! And exactly! :D
Lawnvi: Hehehe she'll have great fun doing it as well. I'm going to have so much fun writing it all.
urstrulyanonymous: Thank you and that would be pretty epic. I'll have to think about writing that into a story of mine or something :D For this I'll ask you to revert to my response to "TheLoneVoyager" because it's long and I don't want to put it all here again. A summary though is that he's hurt and also, he didn't think of her as beautiful. He thought sexy. Two completely different things in meaning and where they come from in a person's mind. Beautiful conveys emotion while sexy conveys lust. As for her evilness, I figured that was implied but I realize that it was only obvious in my head because I wrote the scene. Basically he knows she's evil but hey, he's not planning on getting with her. I could probably swing that because he can't be as sunshine and roses after everything he's been through. And I did do well :D
A Dark Noon: I bet that's a terrible feeling although I have an awesome Mac so I wouldn't know ;) I kid lol. I didn't get to that conclusion, Jester did and I based my opinion off of that and what you said haha. I mean, yeah of course you stalk the people in the club. Everyone must pass a stalking test before being allowed in and the test is to find out everything about those already in it. Dude yes! Ranch and video games, what more could you want :P Naw I would get bored after a while I think. I shall now refer to you as ManChild and nothing else. Lol what's YT? Ok lets be a little less violent. We'll only drown her in it. Less yelling that way. :D The government is going to arrest us for threatening to drown somebody in ranch, Noon. Thanks!
Geraze90: Me too, and as I said to urstrulyanonymous, he will retain some of it as they move on but not most of it. Thank you! And he's active through others. You didn't meet him until the end of Inheritance either so I kind of plan on doing that.
Aceon786: Thank you!
funnelwebs: Hellooooooo! How did you do? It's a mobile game. It was easier then because we all naturally have higher endurance (I think, no clue actually why). A little bit in a way he's having that. It's mostly just guilt and such. Hmmm I didn't get anything. It's a game you have to download on your phone and set up :P I totally wish I did martial arts but alas I never got to. Yeah I can see why you hate it. He's kind of a dick and all but it's his way to deal at the moment. And yeah he'll change soon. Well maybe I can explain, what's confusing about it? Thanks and I will! I had french fries from there today. Dipped in lots of ranch. Yummy!
N-Six: Oooh sounds super fun. I will definitely check it out. Can you build more than one thing at once or is it one at a time too? That always bothers me.
jonwright46: Thank you! XD and it will be very soon.
Pew: That's actually how it was going to be before I changed my mind at the last second. I'm glad you like the new route as well :D
Walter Peterson: Thanks :) And it's going pretty well.
The Hero of the Dark: Lol you'll have to see. And sorry it took so long to get this chapter up.
Renaissancebooklover108: Don't worry it'll all be ok soon :)
abhaybazaz: I think he's pretty cool as well :) And yeah I can imagine it wouldn't be fun. That's why I'm going to make it all pretty intense and such. And it'll be a painful process but hopefully plausible. Yes she is and I'll let Islanzadi know where she can score something good :D I'm glad that so far everything is playing out correctly. I hope this chapter gave enough information for you on Arya and Saphira and thank you!
Flippy: True that! And an explosion there will be (figuratively. . . .or maybe literally lol).