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"No!" Eragon sat erect in bed, sweating beading on his forehead. His heart was pounding through his chest and his breathing was labored.

It had been one month since Arya's death and her memory still haunted his every action, increasingly in the past two days. Perhaps it was that her funeral was rapidly approaching, today in fact. He took a deep breath before lying back down. When would see leave him alone? Some days he would be able to go all day without so much as a cold breeze, and other days everything he would see her leaping through the Menoa branches. He always expected to wake up and have it all be one horrible nightmare, but every morning he awoke to the same realization. She's gone.

A lone bird chirped outside his open window, perched in the giant Menoa tree's branches. Its song had a solemn tone and made him think more of the elf that enchanted his dreams.

i Once Arya's funeral is over, maybe I can get some rest. /i He thought happily. He did miss Arya, but her bugging him every second of the day was quite annoying.

He stared at the ceiling for the next hour or so until sun rays began to beam through the evergreen leaves.

Aiedail's POV

Aiedail, still in her nightgown, silently walked towards Eragon's room, where she knew he would be lying in bed awake. Lately she really worried about him. She could hear him scream at night and knew it was because of her sister. She feared that he was slowly slipping into insanity, so did Saphira. She stopped quietly in front of the door, listening to his deep breathing through it. She hesitantly lifted a hand up to knock, then stopped. What if he got angry for her disturbing him? No, this was Eragon she was talking about, he wouldn't be angry for that. Or would he?

The more she thought, the more reasons she found to knock. He could be seriously upset and wanting to talk to someone. Every night for a month, he had awoken in the middle of the night screaming. Her knuckles lightly tapped on the door.

"Eragon? I know you are awake. Can I come in?" Her voice was shakier than it usually was. She hadn't spoken to the man in a week, so she supposed she would be more cheerful, but her heart was filled with dread.

Eragon's POV

He remained silent, hoping that she would abandon him to another more worthy cause. He didn't know if he could bear to have her see him like this.

"Eragon? We need to talk, about everything. Please?"

Still he remained silent.

"Eragon, please?" Her voice was strained, as if she was trying hard not to cry. When he did not answer, he could hear her collapse beside the door and begin to cry. He wanted to go out and comfort her. After all, he had only lost a friend, yet she had lost a sister. But he couldn't let her see him like this. It would break her heart.

"I know you miss Arya, and Ira still gone must be stressful as well, but please. Talk to me. I…I feel like I don't know you anymore. You don't have to come out, just please, say something. Anything. Even just a hello would suffice. I need to know that you're all right. "

How could he live with himself if he kept this up? He loved her, and he hated to see her cry. Lately, he hadn't been seeing her at all, and for good cause.

Aiedail's POV

This was the first real cry she had had since her sister's death. Don't get it wrong, she had cried, but not like this. She was baring her heart and soul to the man that resided behind that door, but he did not listen. For all she knew, he could be asleep, or could already have left for lessons. She had just really hoped to see him, or even just hear his voice. She slowly rose off the floor, hunger grabbing at her stomach. She decided to make one more futile attempt at getting Eragon to talk, if he was even listening. She raised her hand up to the door again.

Instead of her knocking and begging for him to say anything, the door opened just as she was about to tap her knuckles on the wood. A rather disheveled looking Eragon emerged from behind, with big bags under his eyes from the loss of sleep.

"Eragon!" She exclaimed, flinging herself into his arms. She stood in his embrace, welcoming the familiar warmth of the man she loved. She could have melted right then and there, if he had not pulled away after the long awaited hug.

She looked up at his face, noticing that he had not yet shaven, for he had stubble all across his jaw. His eyes were sad, weary even, and his face was paler than normal.

"Gods, you look as though you've risen from the dead!" She whispered, afraid he would disappear right in front of her.

"I'm alright." He chuckled softly at her reaction to his thug look.

"Oh, I missed you." She whispered, burying her head into his tunic.

He stroked her soft raven hair with one hand, feeling as though it was the first time. Then he brought her face up to meet his gaze before whispering back to her.

"I missed you too." He stated very softly before pressing his lips against hers.

He felt her hand go up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. They hadn't kissed like this since, well, probably the first time in that clearing. The time I pulled away, He reminded himself. He wouldn't pull away this time. He felt like he had to do something to show her just how much he had longed for the kiss while he sat in his room. Eragon knew she already knew that he loved her, but he wanted to prove it. The truth was, however, that when it came to love, he wasn't very skilled. In Carvahall, not too many girls had ever been infatuated with him, nor had he been with them. They always saw him as the "hermit's son", unlike Roran. Roran was always very, forward with the girls before he met Katrina, and then he had stuck solely to her. The thought of Roran saddened him, so he discarded the thought quickly. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss just a tad bit farther, she pulled away. He gave her an inquiring look.

"I'm keeping you from your lessons." She said with a small chuckle.

"It's alright." She looked stunned.

"No! No, it's not! You have to complete your training, or else you won't…" She stopped as her eyes went wide, realizing what she was about to say.

"Won't what?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all." She said quickly.

"No, really? What were you going to say?"

"I said it was nothing." Her voice squeaked as she said nothing.

"Tell me."

"No."

"I'll make you."

"No you won't."

"Yes." He chuckled. "Yes I will."

"Don't. You. Dare." She held up a finger.

"Oh, I will." He said.

At that, he flew towards her and threw her over his shoulder before she could react. All the while, she screamed in protest.

"NO! STOP!" She giggled, her legs and arms flailing around wildly.

"Tell me!" He yelled, trying his best to dodge her kicks.

"NO!" He didn't dodge a kick. Aiedail went crashing to the floor a few feet from Eragon, who looked like he was in excruciating pain.

"Oh no, where did I hit you?" She rushed over to his side, inspecting his face and arms for bruises or injuries of any kind. "You look fine."

He grabbed her hand, placing it on his crotch. She immediately pulled away, revolted that he could think of that while supposedly being hurt. And then she realized where she had kicked.

"Oh my gods!" She said, clasping her hands over her mouth. "I'm so sorry!" She placed a kiss on his cheek. "I didn't know!" Another one. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's…okay." He gasped.

"No no no it's not okay. I shouldn't have kicked you. You were just messing around." She stopped talking and furrowed her brow. "Let's get you up." She grabbed his arm and swung it over hers, bracing his weight on her. He was surprising light, though most likely because of missed meals.

After helping him into the kitchen and getting him ice, they had talked for a little while, mostly about the happenings of the world outside their little romance. It all seemed so hectic. There was still no sign Ira, no leads as to where he could possibly be either. The Varden had also discovered the location of a second dragon egg, possibly even more than one. They had wanted Eragon to lead the search, but Izlanzadi had informed them of his 'condition' and they had put off the raid.

"Well, I suppose I could do it now. I mean, it's not like I've gone crazy or anything." i Not yet. /i He added to himself, unaware that Saphira was listening.

Not yet what?

Oh, I haven't gone crazy yet.

Eragon…I know everything that happens at night. I know about your nightmares. He grimaced as the images flowed back through his mind.

xXxDREAMxXx

Roran sat in Therinsford at his cabin, given to him by Dempton, opening a letter. It read:

Roran,

I have some bad news for you. It's about your father. He, well, he's dead, Roran. Murdered by some strange travelers. Eragon witnessed it. At least, we think he did, he was beat up, his legs ripped to shreds and he was acting pretty crazy, like he was hiding something. There's one other thing: we found footprints, large footprints, near your trampled house. Eragon won't say a thing about it, but we think he knows what did it. We haven't pushed because of his state, but he's getting better and has accepted everything, so tonight we may push a little farther. Well, I just wanted to let you know what was going on. We've already buried your father, so anytime you want to come by, we'll be here and we'll take you to see him.

So sorry for your loss,

Horst

Roran would begin crying, and all Eragon wanted to do was go comfort him, but he just stood there, numb. Then Roran would look up at Eragon with fiery and the setting would change. Now, they were in a gigantic throne room. i Galbatorix's /i throne room. Saphira stood behind Eragon, a mysterious red one behind Roran. They fought vigorously, Roran trying to kill his cousin, Eragon just trying to stay alive. Saphira and the red dragon were locked in a heated battle as well. But that wasn't what disgusted him. After a while of battling, Eragon accidentally swung a strange blue sword too close to Roran, beheading his former best friend. Just as he beheaded Roran, the red dragon took a fatal bite at Saphira's neck, killing her instantly. Then, he would see Arya's image, cackling at the sight of a broken Eragon. She no longer loved him, but loathed him.

It was then that he would awaken, screaming and sobbing, a sweat-covered figure in the night.

I'm not going to die, Eragon. At least not yet. You can set aside your worries for now. Saphira's voice should have been comforting, but it wasn't.

AN: Did that suffice? Another update soon, I promise.