Hmmmmm…I don't really care if anyone reviews or not, or even looks at this fic, because really I'm writing it for my own enjoyment. I like writing almost as much as reading. English is my favorite subject besides science. But now I'm rambling.
Disclaimer: Bliss: I was going to have Arya do this disclaimer, but…ummm…something came up?
Eragon: What has happened to my one true love? (continues endless weeping)
Bliss: If it makes you feel any better, I'll let you do the disclaimer in her place?
(Eragon just wails louder)
Bliss: OW! You're hurting my ears!
Saphira: She does NOT OWN US. No one can own a dragon. Isn't that obvious? Arya said once that anyone who tries to tell a dragon what to do is foolish. And man, was she…
Bliss: Saphira! Thank you, that will be enough. She's right, I don't own them, but while Arya's not her…(grins maliciously at Eragon)…I might as well…
(Bliss goes over to smother the still-crying Eragon with hugs and kisses XOXO!)
Saphira: Evil little…just when I get a chance at the limelight…
Tribulation:
Eragon, wake up, little one… Saphira's voice echoed in my head. And then,
Eragon! Help! Arya's been kidnapped!
I jumped out of bed and quickly dressed, throwing on my trousers and shirt, hastily buckling my sword around my waist. And then I heard laughter in my head. Saphira's laughter…
That wasn't funny! You scared me!
That's the point…anyhow, it's time to get up. Queen Islanzadi has summoned us to the palace.
Fine, then. You could've just told me.
No, it was much better this way. Plus it was funny…
She again snorted with laughter. I just frowned and continued saddling Saphira to ride her to the palace.
As we flew threw the morning sky, I could tell that something was wrong. And it had to do with Arya.
Saphira! Fly to where Arya lives, first. I need to check on something…
I don't think that's such a good idea, little one. After last night…
I don't care! Something is wrong. She should still be sleeping, as it's only just sunrise.
Yes, I suppose so…
Fine then; let's go.
Saphira swerved to the right, but I held fast. We flew over the beautiful woods of Du Weldenvarden. Saphira majestically swooped down, landing near the place where Arya lives. I ran through the halls, and when I came to Arya's door, I knocked. There was no answer.
I slowly turned the knob, and pushed open the door.
I was horrified.
The entire room was empty. Everything had been taken, and Arya was no where in sight.
"I know what you are thinking, Shadeslayer," came a voice from behind me. I did not have to turn to know who it was. It was Queen Islanzadi.
"Where is she?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Arya. Where has she gone?"
"Arya? Hmmmmm…what are you doing here, again?"
"Where the hell is Arya!" I cried in anguish.
"Gone." That was her only response. That's all I ever got from anyone. All day, I searched for her, but I could not find her. There was no trace of her leaving, and no trace of her ever even being, much less living, in Ellesmera.
I continued my training, and months passed. Six, then seven, and eventually nine. Nine months, and no Arya. I could never forget, though. How could I forget? We battled, the elves came to help.
So many died. I couldn't stand it there any longer, after the battles were over. So I went back to Ellesmera. It had now been eleven months. I started to forget sometimes, though never completely. I was scared I would lose her forever, if I already hadn't.
I could tell Queen Islanzadi was worried, also, though she tried her best not to show it. And to think at the beginning, she would only tell me Arya was 'gone'! At least now I knew she hadn't been dead. Hadn't; she still hasn't come back, and only our hopes are left to comfort us. I don't know what I would do if I truly lost her.
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"What is the meaning of this! Bring it to me!" A knight dressed in golden armor stumbled through the halls, searching for those who had attacked. He was Murtagh, Rider of Galbatorix.
It wasn't his choice to ride for him. Murtagh hated Galbatorix. It's just…he hadn't been prepared for what had been thrown at him.
He found the cell where the prisoner was kept. Murtagh reached in and grabbed the hostage and dragged it from the cell, ignoring it's cries of mercy; these were his orders.
Murtagh left the captive with Galbatorix, not exactly anxious to watch what was about to happen.
As he trotted through the halls, hoping to get away as quickly as possible, Murtagh listened to the tortured screams of the prisoner from down the hall. He knew how it felt.
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Eragon awoke, sweating and panting.
Little one, are you alright?
Yes. Yes, Saphira, I'm fine, thank you.
All right, then. Goodnight, Eragon.
Goodnight, Saphira.
Something big had happened, and it was coming at them fast. All Eragon could do was trust his dreams.