Chapter 2(someone asked for more chapters, so I thought a little and wrote a little-this chapter is soft, but if I get enough reviews I'll get to having lots of action)

I'll only update if I get enough people to want an update.

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Moment of bliss ends;

"You know this cannot be- at least not now."

"I know, but its going to be hard to control my-"

Arya cuts him off with a soft voice.

"You must not let this get in the way of bigger things and-"

He does the same

"Arya..." He says with no faultering, "I undertand and though your essence thrives deep within me, I will put the graver issues above my wants. We both are in positions that have obligations and we have the power to do greater things. Which we have both chosen to uphold. Our liege is to befall the king and until then I must keep my emotions in check."

Arya looks on at Eragon blankly.

"What?" Eragon replied slyly with a confused grin on his face.

"You are truly no longer a boy, Eragon." She smiled and as he began to blush. She leans in and whispers, "I too, will have to control my emotions." With eyes still locked, both step back from each other to part as the enchantment of the swirling nature encasing them begins to calm simply floating down and resting at their feet, with the understanding that this has to stand until a certain one falls.

The Queen and a group of Elves emerge around the Menoa Tree and the ceremony continues on softly into the night.

As Eragon begins to stir after fainting.

'How are you feeling little one?'

'What happened, ugh...?'

'You kind of fainted', 'Go take a look in your shiny plate, I feel a difference in you.'

'Is it bad or good? Did I drool on myself or something?

'Go look, I am feeling the effects of celebrating the last moments of the were-light and am tired now.'

Eragon sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He stood slowly reached both arms above his head leaning back as he yawned. He felt surprisingly really rested and extremely rejuvenated. He figured it was the cause of having all of his emotions out in the open and no longer pent up inside of him. It did help that someone returned the same feelings.

Eragon slowly bent down to rummage through his stuff to pull out the mirror. His mind was clear and everything he did, he did with ease and grace.

'I guess this is what if feels like to be enlightened or so?' Not really questioning anyone in particular.

He grasped the mirror with both hands still trying to stretch out his muscles. He finally glanced down only to panic spinning in a circle searching the room for an intruder. He glanced back down at the mirror and slowly recognized the image. He realized that his new insight was not the only change about him. Ears were pointed like the Elves, smoother features, eyes were emphasized seemingly gaining some power of their own. His body was a little leaner now, but more toned and he felt his balance had improved dramatically. His body held a shape that he always envied of the Elves. He wasn't as thin as a normal male Elf, but instead he had larger formed muscles that rippled on his arms, chest, and powerful legs. He lifted his shirt, though you could tell through it that his entire body has been altered to his liking. He slowly turned his focus on his back. Reaching under his shirt up towards the middle of his back only to find more silk soft skin on his shapely toned back.

He froze, 'Its gone? The scar and all is...gone!' He turned and got dressed. He slid the shiny green felt tunic on. Everything seemed to glide and float. His motions smooth and precise. Leaping down the stairs without ever faultering, he almost seemed to fly down the many leagues of steps. Not stopping at the bottom he gracefully swung into a sprint with relaxed breathing.

Once Eragon reached the meeting room full of people with power and position, he slowed to a walk as if he had been on a stroll in the park. He did not feel exhausted, winded, he didn't even sweat. He grasped the handle delicately and opened the great wooden sung door with a weird sense of confidence and pride like a child with a new toy eager to show it off to everyone and anyone. Especially a certain someone he had hoped to surprise.

He entered and the room grew quiet as all eyes turned toward the intruder. The Queen rose, "Ah, Eragon? Is that you?"-"Of course it is, how foolish of me, I am getting too old to keep up with things now."

"No Milady, I was just as surprised as to I didn't even recognize myself this morning either." He said as he bowed in respect.

"Please enter, we were discussing strategies."

He glanced around trying to look as if to just be searching for an open seat or spot along the wall. She was not there, and this worried him. As he took a place on the wall out of the way so he could think, 'I can't just keep constantly thinking of her, I've gotta focus or she will feel as if I am blind again...' Eragon deep in his own thoughts of trying, but unsuccessful to concentrate on the meeting instead of other things, failed to notice someone else had entered the room. Just like when Eragon entered, all attention turned towards the new interruption.

"Ah, my daughter!" This slammed Eragon out of his trance. Arya kneeled down, bowing her head in respect.

"TK!" the Queen clicked her tongue in disgust trying to motion that she need not be on such pleasantries with her mother and to not treat her as just queen.

"Good morning mother, I am sorry I am late, for I was checking up on something." Her eyes met Eragon's glare at this moment.

"Ah, that is of no consequence. Now please come stand by my side." Arya turned to walk around the room making sure she crossed in front of Eragon. Her attire was stunning. Not only was Eragon struck by the fact his hard as stone, emotionless warrior princess, Arya was wearing a fitting tight gown, but her bright demeanor could be seen in her face. Her hair was let to flow about her waist like the tresses of her dress about her toned legs. Feet moving as if in slow graceful motion.

She paused slightly in front of him eyeing his figure from head to toe and then slowly making her way back up to meet his gaze. Eragon felt himself take a deep breath and then stood tall, rolling his shoulders back, chin level, cheeks tingling-meaning he knew he was blushing. She reached into his mind, he didn't resist, but was a little surprised.

'Hmm, very interesting...' She sighed leaving him with a feeling of approval. She continued on. This moment was so brief it were as if it never occured. The meeting continued and their emotions were pushed aside for serious matters. Later, Eragon went to visit to Oromis for council and advice.

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