AN: My first attempt at an Eragon fic. It's also on another site, where so far I have 97 reviews for it.
Disclaimer: I no own.
Chapter 1
Du Weldenvarden
"Damn it, Arya! When are we going to get there? We've been in the desert for at least a week, and all this sand is beginning to irritate me." Eragon brushed the sand from his hair as they made camp.
"Patience is a virtue, Shur'tugal." He sighed. Noticing his irritaion, Saphira chimed in.
I saw the forest as I was flying, little one. We will be there tomorrow. She assured him.
We'd better, he said.
Sure enough, the next night they camped at the forest's edge. Eragon liked the change of scenery and it obviously affected his mood. He was much cheerier that night.
"Would you like to spar?" Eragon turned his attention from the looming trees to the elf maiden that accompanied him. Arya's sword was unsheathed and she ran her finger over the edge.
"Sure." 'I haven't truely sparred since Brom died,' he thought grimly. He hoped that he hadn't forgotten his best moves over the week in the Hadarac.
That night, Eragon found sleep difficult to find. Whether it was from the battering he had taken or just anticipation, he did not know. Arya, however, seemed to be having a lovely dream.
Giving up, he got off the bedroll and clammered over to the extinguished fire.
"Brisingr." He muttered it to keep from waking the sleeping elf. Of course, he didn't know if she was indeed alseep or just pretending, for all elves slept with their eyes open.
What is wrong, little one
Nothing, Saphira. Go back to sleep. His denial was quite obvious and she seemed to notice.
It is not nothing. Tell me what is wrong. Concern washed over him and he took a deep breath.
I just can't sleep. I'm too excited to see all of the elves. We've come so far since Carvahall.
Are you sure that's it? Maybe it's just all the bruises. She laughed inwardly.
That's just part of it. Most is anticipation for tomorrow. He admitted. He yawned and blinked a few times.
Rest. Tomorrow is a big day. I'm sure the elves won't be impressed by a worn out Dragon Rider.
Night, Saphira.
Good night, little one.
When he awoke the next morning, Arya was looking at a map or Du Weldenvarden and Saphira was nowhere to be found.
"Morning." He grumbled as he pulled a peice of bread out of his pack.
"Oh, you're awake." She said, still concentrating on the map. Eragon bit into the bread, which was a tad bit on the stale side.
"I figure that sometime around noon, we will be stopped by the Guardians and escorted the rest of the way. Tell Saphira that so she doesn't attack. It would not be wise for her to mistake them for enemies."
"Sure. By any chance, do you know where she went?"
"No." She was still enveloped in studying the map. She furrowed her brow and concentrated harder, muttering something to herself.
"Great." Saphira! Land at camp, I need to tell you something. A dim acknoledgement reached his mind and he broke the contact. Wherever she was, it wasn't close.
About 25 minutes later, she landed with a loud thump and walked towards Eragon.
Yes, little one. Her mind brushed against his.
Where were you?
Hunting. I couldn't find prey for awhile, but I eventually found a rather large buck. He was very resiliant at first, kicking in my mouth, but he gave in after awhile and died.
Lovely. He grimaced at the thought. Arya told me that later on, we may be stopped by some Gaurdian people and for you not to attack. We don't want to upset the Queen. I will tell you if they are enemies.
All right, if you insist. She broke the contact.
"I told her. She won't attack unless I tell her to." Arya nodded and rolled the map up.
They packed the horses and watched as Saphira took off. The forest was so dense that they had to lead the horses on foot. They walked for who knows how long until Eragon felt a blade against his throat.
"Who are you?" A dignified voice came from beside him. He looked to determine the owner of the blade. The blade belonged to a elf maiden. She pressed the blade harder against his throat.
"I said, who are you?"
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