Hello there again! Okay here it goes. . .

Distant6- I have read Eldest. I loved it! Thanks!

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Arya Drotting- Well here it is! Do you know what Miya means? I have not a clue.

Anywho . . . I will say something that we all do and we all know the answer to. : ) I do not own Eragon, I only own my ideas. But we all know that we wish that we owned Eragon!

On with the chapter!

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Early in the morning, two days later, Arya walked along a path in the Varden camp. Not really caring where she was going, just in thought. Why would Eragon be so . . . I don't know, sad? -All of a sudden? I guess he just finally snapped emotionally. Or maybe he's' just trying to get himself ready Galbatorix. Yeah, that's probably it. Well I guess I should try and talk to him. She hadn't talked to him yet because Saphira didn't think it was the right time. But now Saphira had told her that she could anytime.

Arya decided a good place to look for him would be in the training field. He tended to be there a lot. As she neared her delicate ears could hear the clash of metal and men grunting against the weight of sword and man, each trying to push the other off balance. The Varden were coming along, training wise.

Once she got there she opened her mind to see if she could sense Eragon. He was there. In the far corner practicing all by himself in a shady spot. Huh, doesn't even know that I am here yet.

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Eragon, however, knew that Arya was there. He had come a long way from when he first started. Yet he decided to play dumb. He knew Arya well. She would wait, sneak up behind him, and then put her sword up against his neck and call him dead. She had done many times, and every time Eragon would miss her. But she hadn't tried I since they had gotten back from Ellmesméra. Well isn't she going to in a surprise? Eragon thought jokingly.

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Just as Eragon had predicted Arya was sneaking up on him. Eragon, you call yourself a Rider and yet you still haven't caught me. Arya chuckled to herself as she neared Eragon. She silently pulled out her elvish sword.

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Over in the middle of the training area there were people working hard. Those included were Horst, Roran, Katrina (but she was just watching her husband.), Horsts sons and Jeod. They knew that Eragon was there, but had decided to leave him alone. But when they saw Arya walk towards him with a tiny smirk on her face, they smiled. They had some how (don't ask me how) found out about what Arya used to do. They stopped what they were doing and watched, eager to see Eragon get scared.

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Arya reached Eragon and was just about to put her sword up to his neck and say dead when suddenly Eragon whipped around and matched her sword. He had a smirk on his face.

"Well, we haven't done this in a while."

"I must admit Eragon elda, you have improved greatly. Care to test yourself on me? I know that you have improved, yet I still doubt that you could beat me." (A/N sorry is she's a little out of character here.)

"I would be honored. Arya svit-kona."

By now the others had become very interested. They hadn't seen Arya fight yet. They had seen Eragon try and teach Roran a little, but that was it. They stood over by where Katrina was watching and stood silently, waiting for the two sword masters to begin.

Eragon and Arya blocked their swords and took their fighting stances. They waited, and waited, and waited. Without warning they both jumped at each other. Their blocked swords clashed together making sparks fly everywhere. They fought fiercely, neither willing to lose to the other.

Eragon swiped at her feet, yet she jumped it neatly. As she went to swipe him across the chest, he pushed off the ground and went flying up in the air at least ten feet. In the air he did a flip and landed about eight feet away from her. They circled each other like hunger dogs waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

The crowd had gathered. Now a huge number of warriors gathered around them making a large circle. They loved watching these two fight, they were a fun pair to watch fight. Even Nasuada came and watched. She was happy that Eragon was out from walking around like a zombie, and was actually having fun for a change. Such a thing was hard to do now a days. She looked at Eragon's face, expecting to see the usually downcast, troubled look. But instead, she was met with a fierce look of determination and hope. You go Eragon. She thought to her self.

"You tired yet Shadeslayer?"

"Nope. You?"

"Not the Least bit so." She looked at the sun. "Although I do have some duties to attend to…so what do you say that we wrap this up?" They had been fighting for quite awhile now. By the sun, it said at least an hour.

"Why not." Yet neither lunged. Suddenly Eragon flew forward with inhuman force. At the same moment Arya did as well. They both flew for the neck of the opposite, until Eragon suddenly changed course and flipped himself over her head and went for her back. He raised his sword to her neck. He had won.

"Dead." He said quietly. Normally you wouldn't have been able to hear something that quite, but the crowd had been so shocked that it had left an eerie quietness behind. But when Eragon said that four-letter word, the crowd erupted in a great cheer. The sound carried to all of Surda. Eragon lowered his sword and smiled, he had finally beaten Arya. It felt great.

"Very good, Eragon. You have finally beaten me." Arya said as she turned around. " That was an unsuspected move, that is a very good tactic to learn. You have mastered it greatly."

Eragon bowed slightly. "Thank you Arya svit-kona." Arya nodded her head and walked away to her duties that needed attending to.

You did well little one.

Thank you Saphira. Do you want to go for a fly?

I was hopping you'd ask. She chuckled as Eragon walked through the crowd that instantly prated for him, as they wondered where the trained Dragon Rider was going.

They smiled and shook their heads as Eragon started to run as fast as he could, then jumped as hard as his tired legs could handle, flipped once and at the lest second, when all of the crowd grew worried that he would fall to his death, Saphira dived out of the clouds and flew underneath Eragon. Eragon landed promptly right on the saddle on her back. The crowd let out a worried sigh that they had been holding in. Slowly the crowd drew apart as people either went to train or go home to their families.

As Roran walked to his tent that he shared with Katrina, he thought of his cousin. He had seen the determined look that Eragon had on. He knew that his cousin was hurting under the surface, but it was nice to know that he had at least found some footing. To know that Eragon was going to be okay was a burden lifted off his shoulders.

Or was he?

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Author Note- A cliffhanger! I'm not totally sure if this was one, but I thought that it was a cool way to end the chappie. More happens in the next chapter! So how did you like it? I know that nothing has really happened yet. But I felt this chapter was needed. Please R&R!