A/N: Hi. I'm not wasting time to chat now, mail me for questions or comments. Here's chapter seven!
Chapter 7: A Lost Love
Eragon stared at the blade with awe. It shimmered magnificently, and could have blended perfectly with Saphira's scales.
This sword was Brom's! Eragon exclaimed.
Yes, and it is beautiful, said Saphira, her luminous eyes still watching his treasure. It will look fine inside your belt, all you need is magic armour, and you will be the perfect warrior.
Eragon smiled, and sheathed Liduen. Arya gazed at him curiously, but dismissed it and leapt gracefully down from the tree. Eragon, with puzzlement, followed. She dove into the folds of the leaves, her hair flowing behind her. Eragon ran faster, bidden to find out why she was running, and to where.
Arya suddenly stopped, sending a startled Eragon colliding into her. She shook, but didn't fall under his weight. Instead, she held him up. Eragon looked in the eye and sighed.
"Why did you run?" He growled.
She put her fingers on his lips, silencing him, and smiled softly.
"When I refused you the last time we got together," Arya started, "it was not because I found you displeasing, incompetent, or anything of that like. We were not able to be together because we were too different. But I'll have you know the truth, Eragon Shadeslayer, I love you."
Silence took them.
Eragon looked deep into her eyes, and was more startled at her news than he was when Murtagh appeared. The moon illuminated both of their faces, and he put his face near hers. But she shook her head noiselessly and broke away from him. Tears were streaming from her eyes, tears of silent anger.
"I will have you know, Eragon Shadeslayer," she continued through the tears, "that I will not be seeing you much anymore, either. Love is a confusing thing, and I cannot love again. It will destroy me; like it did when Faolin died. Good bye."
Arya walked slowly away, not looking back for a second. At that point, Saphira landed beside him.
How much did you hear? Asked Eragon coldly.
Enough. Replied Saphira. She is right: love is strange.
Eragon stared straight ahead sadly. Love has taken me down the road of no return.
In reply, the moon was covered by clouds. And the world grew dark.
A/N: I know its short, but I said what I felt, and what I felt was only this long. I hope you like it! I'm back on Schedule!
