Yo! Evandar here! Although I'm trying to stick to a posting schedule with Accepting Mortality, I figured that a oneshot involving Eragon and Arya wouldn't hurt. Would it? Its post Inheritence and it has The Fork, The Witch and The Worm influences although its not necessarily canon to the book. I actually need to read it still. It's a matter of finding the time for it but I definitely will if I plan to write more ExA fanfics. Anyways, This is a song influenced story. I hope you enjoy it and forgive me for any mistakes regarding the series I make. Bare with me and feel free to correct me if I mess something up! watch?v=nO1jCiAwIX4
(side note, i am aware that the names are going to lack the special characters. my laptop doesn't enjoy me adding those so i plan to go back through the story on my phone and fix it. ty for baring with me.)
"Oh fair and flighty love
my aerolite above
the only dove I see
could you love me more
if by the sun and moon I swore
that I would never flee?"
Arya rested her back on Firnin's front foreleg. The sky's above rained heavily on to the bonded pair but neither noticed it. Today was the first day in many cycles that Arya has been free to do with a day as she pleases. It wasn't by choice that she had taken today off, no, she had been forced into it by her counsel. They knew how unhappy the Queen of Elves was. She buried herself in her work ignoring all else. Many times Dathedr had to remind the Queen to eat. The elves could not figure out what was missing in her life but ultimately decided to account it to the fact Arya was now without family. In part, they were right. Arya was struggling with the loss of her last remaining family. Islanzadi joining Evandar in the void had left a hole in her heart that would not close. Arya and her Mother struggled hard when it came to their relationship but towards the end it had gotten better. Arya loved her Mother and deep down she knew Islanzadi had loved her as well. Sniffling slightly, Arya rubbed her nose. Her eyes were rimmed red and her chest felt empty. Using the day to escape her cold demeanor, Arya had broken down the second Firnen was out of Ellesmera.
The great green dragon filled her with love and appreciation. Firnen could feel the extent of Arya's loneliness and it wounded him terribly. He too was lonely but the two held strong on their senses of duty. They both felt duty to their land, their home. Firnen as the last dragon left in Alagaesia and Arya as the Queen of the Elves. Queen Nasuada, Queen Arya, King Orik, King Orrin and Nar Garzhvog had built a country of peace. Using the idea Eragon had suggested before leaving the land for good five years ago was most likely the best thing they could have done. Human's were starting to get used to seeing other races, Urgals had a way to prove themselves worthy of mates, Dwarves were able to show their crafts off and Elves were able to learn new things. The land thrived off the happiness. Although it had only been five years since the fall of Galbatorix, peace ruled. Everyonce and awhile there was an attempt at Nasuada's life but it was quickly dealt with. No one was willing to take the risk of losing the queen. So far the dragon eggs Eragon had left hadn't hatched but from the Shadeslayer's mouth they learned that Wild Dragons thrived on Arngor Mountain. So far twenty five had hatched. Most were only now reaching a year old, it had been amusing sight to see Eragon with no eyebrows and singed hair. The younger dragons had proved quite the challenge for the inhabitants of Fell Thindare.
A deep longing filled Arya's gut as she thought about Mount Arngor. The last time Eragon and Arya had talked privately she had been offered a spot at his side. Eragon had long since decided that Arya was his second in command. He would have no other fill her position and seeing as Murtagh had not wanted to fill it, it was hers. Oh how she wished to be there. Firnen and her both longed for the release of their duties. Arya had made a deal with herself after the first year. When she saw someone worthy of leading the Elves, she would step down and let them take her mantle. Arya had been so determined that she was doing the right thing but she quickly learned that her life didn't feel the same anymore. Disregarding the tense romance issue she had going on with the Lead Rider, He was her best friend. She had never told anyone her true name but the fact that he knew brought her peace. Although that wasn't usually something that people found peace in, It expressed the closeness of their relationship. It showed the pair just how much faith and trust they had in one another. It had cut through her heart when she realized just how much Eragon had cared for her. How his true name expressed his emotions. When he left Arya was determined to get over it. Pushing down her own feelings ignoring the fact that she had admitted to him that she wasn't closed off to the idea of a relationship. She had needed time to accept that and when he told her they didn't have time her heart broke. Part of her was angry that she had left for Du Weldenvarden without speaking to Eragon. She would never regret Firnen but she did regret accepting to become queen. No rider had ever ruled over a people other then Galbatorix. A shiver went up her spine at the thought. The elves thought that it was a blessing to have Firnen alongside Arya. The sentiment was not shared within the pair. If it had been anyone but Eragon she wouldn't be the Queen still. They would have forced her to give up her throne. It was a disbalance of power which is why she agreed that she would give up the throne in due time.
Firnen let out a snort, smoke pooling out of his nostrils. "My Love, you are disturbed? What bothers you so?" His deep voice soothed her mind. Firnen had proven to be a very faithful companion. He understood her very being in ways no one else could. Eragon could if you had given him the chance. Arya received the equivalent of a mental frown from the dragon. He had left her to her thoughts as he often did. When they were forced on these escapes that's usually how it went. They would spend time apart from the other's mind and sort through their thoughts before coming together and enjoying each other's presence. "Arya... I miss them too. We know they are happy and that's all that should matter." Arya sensed the truth in his words. Don't get her wrong, she was beyond happy that Eragon was happy but sometimes she just missed her best friend. "Could you love me more if by the sun and moon I swore that I would never flee." She whispered to herself, her heart breaking softly.
"I still taste you on my lips
lovely bitter water
the terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue
I know I shouldn't love you
but I do."
With practiced grace, Eragon jumped off Saphira's back. "Good flight! The weather is perfect today." Amusement filled her great sapphire eyes as she lowered her head, "Thank you for flying with me Little One. I know recently we have been busy but I enjoy the times where we are together." Love pooled off her in waves which he immediately returned. A bright smile grazed his tan skin as he leaned his head to rest against Saphira's snout. The wild dragons around them eyed them. They couldn't see how a dragon wished to be tied down but they could understand the love that flowed between the two. With a chirp, a little orange dragon bumped into Eragon's leg. Eragon turned down to stare at the dragon with a bright grin. He looked up wearily at the two dragons across from him. They were both young, only just starting their first year, but they had found mates within one another. It brought a smile to his face. Slowly moving to sit down he let the hatchling climb into his lap. Saphira let her body curl up behind Eragon, her warmth spreading through him.
With a low hum, Eragon pet the scales under the orange dragon's jaw. Eragon knew her parents, had raised them since they were hatchlings. The wild dragons respected Eragon although they were still weary of him. Many of them saw Saphira as their elder and with her she brought Eragon. The half elf, half human had discovered that if he hummed from lower in his throat he could mimic that of a male dragon. Very poorly at first but with practice he sounded like a dragon humming, albeit a very young one. The hatchling rested one side of her face to his chest and hummed in return. Many dragons eyed him with shock. Saphira had tried to encourage him to do it many times around the others for it would garner some respect. Eragon had always been too self conscious to do it. Not today though, today was a good day and he planned to make the most of it. Seeing that their hatchling wasn't in any immediate danger the two parents sent a tendril of appreciation to Eragon before taking off into the sky. An easy grin spread across his face, "Well Little One, you've earned yourself the title Hatchling Babysitter." More amusement filled Eragon up but he decided not to comment on it. Instead he decided to focus on one dragon who seemed to be inching towards them. Eragon was aware that Saphira knew he was there but was choosing to ignore him. That confused Eragon a great deal because she was not one to ignore the other dragons.
"Why do you ignore him Partner of My Heart? I have never seen you ignore another dragon." Saphira let out a hum, smoke leaving her nostrils. "His name is Fundor and he is 3. He approaches with the intentions of mating. I have no interest in taking him as a mate." Eragon's eyes went wide for a second before he looked over to the deep blue dragon. He was of a stockier build, tall and strong. Eragon continued his humming as he stared at Fundor. Fundor was incredibly handsome, that Eragon knew. He was rising among the ranks in the dragon's. He had proved his dominance and was obviously know seeking out a mate. Eragon winced slightly as he thought of the beating the prideful dragon would receive if he didn't catch a hint. His navy scales gleamed, his lighter blue eyes glued to Saphira. Closer and closer Fundor crept until he was within sniffing distance of Saphira.
Eragon stood up waking the hatchling in his lap. He reached out with his mind and apologized to her before sitting down with his back against the tree. He resumed his humming but kept his eye on the dragons. The hatchling also decided to watch what was going to happen. A small presence pressed against his mind and he looked down at her. Eragon let his walls down, the small dragon unsure of the expanse of it. While Arya's mind had a more light music sound, flutes and bells, Eragon's beat with loud drums. It wasn't just the drums of his mind that confused anyone who entered it but the Eldunari who choose to stay connected with Eragon. They viewed the world through his eyes. Silence ruled between the two before a soft, shy voice spoke. "Lenora. My name is Lenora." Eragon's eyebrows raised before he smiled at her. "We are well met Lenora, I am Eragon Shadeslayer." Eragon was slightly curious as to how she spoke the ancient language so well before remembering that her grandmother had been a rider's dragon as well as the fact her mother also picked it up easily. Sensing his thoughts she whispered back to him, "My parents think highly of you. They say that if I were to speak with you, It would be best to in the ancient language." Happiness filled his bones but before he could reply and roar rang out through the valley. Eragon hissed and quickly grabbed at his shoulder. Although he hadn't been hurt, Saphira had. Fundor had bitten much harder then he should have. Saphira snapped back. Her teeth sank into his scales and he let out his own roar of pain. Like cats, they sprang away from each other. Saphira's wings were tight to her back while her head hanged low. The ground had shook when they landed apart from each other. He felt Lenora's worry and sent her a quick feeling of safety. She curled closer to him and sank deeper into his mind.
Although his mind was overwhelming to others, it wasn't to dragons. Fundor had blue flames dripping from his maw, his shoulder bleeding heavily. Many dragon's had ventured back out to see what was going on. Eragon immediately felt their anger as they reached out to him and any other that experience what happened. Although angry that Fundor was attacking what many saw as their mother, they contained themselves. They knew Saphira could handle herself. Saphira let out another roar. She had the advantage over him. Fundor was not stupid, Saphira was dangerous. She was faster and more graceful. She could dodge and evade him like no other. On top of all those reason's she wasn't the Lead Dragon for nothing. She was the oldest and biggest dragon to exist now, excluding the Eldunari.
Fundor took a submissive position, his body lowered to the ground. His neck was completely laid across the ground while his wings were spread across. Eragon could feel that Saphira no longer wished to stay here. He sensed just how upset this situation was and knew why. Realizing that Saphira was not going to punish him for his actions Fundor let his thought's be heard. Saphira sniffed as she watched Eragon hand Lenora back to Ophelia and Vanilor. Silence rained as Eragon climbed back onto her saddle. Saphira spread her wings, blue light streaming across the green land as she got ready to take off. "Your scales are blue and not green. Your voice is much to high and you are not tall enough. You are built better suited for the ground. You would never be able to last long journeys with me in the sky. No, Fundor, you are not my ideal mate." Without another word she took off into the air.
Instead of returning to their home, Saphira flew through the rest of the afternoon. Eragon knew the Elves could handle themselves for one night and enjoyed the flight with his life partner. Eragon knew what upset her so much about Fundor trying to approach her as he had. Saphira still saw Firnen as her mate. Eragon's never ending feelings for Arya did not help either party. Not wishing to intrude too much on Saphira's internal conflict he spoke out loud, "Why do you not try for another mate? Would that not help you move on? I know you expressed that dragon's do not mate for life." Eragon was careful with the way he approached her on such a subject. Eragon had learned to handle women much better then he had before. Love, Age and Looks. Never ask a woman anything that has to do with one of those subjects but he couldn't help it. He did not wish to see her hurt in such a way. He felt for her and she knew that he understood. Instead of getting angry, he fault Saphira relive all those times she had asked him the question he had just asked her. Why would Eragon not move on from Arya? Simple, she had captured his heart. She had charged through the doors of his heart and laid siege to what was beyond it. She complimented him just as much as Brisingr complimented him. Saphira held one part of his heart and Arya held the other. With Arya came Firnen. He had formed a bond with the dragon and looked forward to their conversations when he still lived in his homeland.
"Why do you not pursue Yaela?" Saphira asked her rider softly. "Because it is not right. Deep down in my bones I know that taking another is not right. I have felt the disgust you feel when you imagine yourself with anyone but Yaela. You do not hide that from me very well Little One. Arya holds your heart just as tightly as Firnen holds mine." Wisdom poured from her. Eragon smiled softly and sent her feelings of love and appreciation. Together they decided to retire, aiming down towards their home they let go the burdens of today for tomorrow. Saphira had spoken true, Eragon did not wish for anyone but Arya. Even when he thought about how they ended.
Losing himself to his memories as he climbed into bed:
"Arya," he said. And he whispered her true name. A tremor of recognition ran through her. She whispered his true name in response, and he too shivered at hearing the fullness of his being. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Arya forestalled him by placing three of her fingers upon his lips. She stepped back from him then and raised one arm over her head. "Farewell, Eragon Shadeslayer," She said. And then Firnen swept down from above and snatched her off the deck of the ship, buffeting Eragon with gusts of air from his wings. "Farewell," Eragon whispered as he watched her and Firnen fly back toward where Roran still stood upon the distant shore. Then Eragon finally allowed the tears to spill from his eyes, and clutched the railing of the ship and wept as he left behind all that he had ever known. Above, Saphira keened, and her grief mingled with his as they mourned what could never be.
Pulling himself out of his memories, Eragon felt the wet tears form tracks down his face. He stared at his ceiling for what felt like hours. His heart empty and sorrowful as he whispered to himself, "I still taste you on my lips, lovely bitter water."
"I feel it in my soul
I feel the empty hole
the cup that can't be filled
I feel it in my blood
in the fire and the flood
the beast that can't be killed."
Ten years since Galbatorix had been struck down. Her eyes gazed at the people amassed infront of her. Arya was the only one left in Alagaesia that had helped strike down Galbatorix. Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Urgals, Werecats and even some wild dragons now stood in front of her. They were all gathered in Ilirea watching her. They waited for her to speak on that day. Her heart raced and her thoughts ran everywhere before Firnen filled her up with courage. Her voice wasn't as strong as she would have liked but she kept on speaking. "Ten years ago, I stood in this city with just the hopes of striking down Galbatorix. I didn't know if we would be able to strike him down but nonetheless I would accomplish my task or die trying. Die we almost did. Eragon, Murtagh, Saphira, Thorn, Nasuada, Elva and I." The mention of Eragon made her heart jump but she kept going. "Freedom. We wanted freedom. We were willing to sacrifice everything so that there was even a chance for the people who now stand in this city. It was not Ilirea then but Uru'Baen. Uru'Baen. The Downfall of the Wise. The city My Father and Mother both gave their lives in for the same cause." Arya looked around the city the emptiness growing in her heart. Why did she stay? She had nothing to stay for. All she needed in life was a two weeks journey away from her. "All of our families have blood that paints this city red. Whether you fought in The Varden or for The Empire it matters not. Now everyone here realizes that we all bleed red. We have all dripped the same blood onto these streets and now we live together." She gave the crowd a shaky smile, something incredibly out of character for her but she figured that it was worth something. "I know you all expected Eragon Shadeslayer to speak her tonight but I hope I filled some of the void for you. He's got terrible stage fright anyways."
Arya's small joke brought laughter to many of the races, especially those that were close to the man himself. Arya returned to her throne next to Nasuada. "You spoke well, Arya. They hoped for a dragon rider's speech and they got one." The two queens shared a small smile before returning back to the next man who was getting ready to speak. Firnen spoke softly to her, "You spoke well My Love, I am proud of you."
Many hours later Arya watched the races celebrate with a light heart. Many had approached her and spoken with her. They spoke to her about many things. Marriage, ruling, trading and just thanking her for what she had done. Her eyes glanced around before landing on Vanir. The elf had proved to be quite a good ambassador. He played politics much better then Arya ever had. He had taken a mate shortly after the war and now they were graced with an 8 year old child. This was his first year outside of the secured forest of Du Weldenvarden. He watched everything with wide, curious eyes. It brought a smile to her face and she had gone to talk to him for awhile. Eventually had gone off to dance with his mother and Vanir approached her. "You do not seem happy, Drottning. May I ask what is wrong?" He spoke with a soft tone making sure no one was able to listen. Arya eyed him curiously before shaking her head, "All is well Vanir. Do not fret over how I am. "Long ago the two had let go the use of the greeting. They had become good friends. "You know, I wish he was here as well. He was a good warrior. I wish I had gotten to know him more." Arya snapped her head up and stared at Vanir in shock. The elf just gave her a soft smile, "You two fooled no one with the way you interacted. Especially the last week he was here." Vanir looked around not wishing to unsettle her. "The counsel speaks that you are unhappy. Dathedr worries over you much. You are a very good queen Arya, do not mistake that for what I'm about to say." He took a deep breath as he looked back at her, "You are a good queen, yes. You lead our people well and everyone is very happy with who was chosen but you are not happy. It pains us all as we watch you throw yourself into your work. Many of us have talked and decided that it would be best if we let you go from your duties."
Arya's heart beat rapidly. Had she really been so bad that the counsel decided to intervene? Firnen comforted her with his own emotions, helping her overcome her own. "I do not feel as if I belong here anymore Vanir. I have nothing left to keep me anchored here." She glanced at the happy faces around her with a heavy heart. "I am empty since he left. I always imagined that I would be behind him as he rebuilt the riders but instead I tied myself down as Queen. Something no other rider has ever done. Something no rider should ever do." She hesitated before looking at Vanir, "Let us keep this between ourselves Vanir. When I am ready I will pass the throne on. I have already planned to do so, I just need to find the right time."
After three weeks of celebrating and traveling back home, Arya finally let it be known to her counsel. "I know you all hoped for a Queen that would... do more then I have done." Before she could continue Vanir spoke up, "We discussed this Arya Drottning. You were the Queen our people needed after the war." Dathedr nodded his head before also speaking up, "If I may, You are clearly not happy. Neither you nor Firnen belong here. Your place is on Fell Thindare. Your duty isn't to be the Queen of The Elves but helping rebuild the riders." Arya had been shocked at first as she stared at her counsel before she nodded her head, "Thank you all. You have all watched over me and advised not just me but my entire family. For that I will always be grateful. All I ask is that you continue to support me while I learn when will be the right time to leave and accomplish my duty.
That night a happy grinned had graced her lips even if her heart wasn't as full as it should be, she felt it slowly start to fill. Arya would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to what was going to come. Both Firnen and Arya revealed in the fact they would be allowed to go when the time came. It was like a stone had been lifted off her chest and she could finally breath again. "We will finally see them again, Arya. Are you not shaking with joy? I know that I already feel the fire in my bones." Arya laughed, a true laugh that sounded like bells much to Firnen's delight. Only rarely had he heard that laugh. She gave him a bright smile and kissed his snout. "I think Vanir will make a good king? Do you not? And he already has a family. He will have a heir should the need ever arise." Firnen hummed his acceptance. Arya smiled to herself thinking about what was to come, "I feel it in my blood, in the fire and the flood. The beast that can't be killed."
"Even now you mark my steps
lovely bitter water
all the days of delight are poison in my veins
I know I shouldn't love you
I know."
Eragon danced away from Yaela as she lashed out with her sword. He feinted to the right just to dance back away from her. Eragon knew that he wasn't fast enough compared to Yaela. She was an incredible opponent but Eragon used the fact that she wasn't truly seeing him to his advantage. Yaela had taken a romantic light to him and it caused a slight issue to their relationship. Eragon had expressed multiple times that he wasn't interested in anything romantic but being an elf, Yaela was willing to be patient. He knew Yaela well. She was strong willed but not overly rough. She had an aura of deadly beauty. Her sword passed inches away from his face and Eragon grinned brightly. Oh yeah, definitely deadly. He spun to the right, slamming his shield into her side before aiming a shot at her throat. Yaela was quick to throw dirt at his face and dance away. Eragon growled and shook his head. He couldn't open his eyes just yet but he could hear her approaching him. Relaxing his body, he spread his conscious out. Just enough to sense just around him. His hearing seemed to increase, his feet spreading across the grass. He felt the wind slam into his sweaty chest and shivered slightly. The sun beat down on his face, he could feel the warmth but continued to focus on spreading his senses. A slight shuffle to his left told him Yaela approached him. Taking position he couldn't help the passing memory that spread through his thoughts. A slight grin tugged across his face as the scent of flowers was swept away with the more distant smell of pine. Eragon knew it was his mind playing tricks on him but couldn't help but enjoy the memory for a split second.
He moved forward cautiously. With a blur of motion Arya jumped at him, slashing at his ribs. Eragon reflexively parried the attack, and their swords met in a shower of sparks. Zar'roc was batted aside as if it were no more than a fly. The elf did not take advantage of the opening, however, but spun to her right, hair whipping through the air, and struck at his other side. He barely stopped the blow and backpedaled frantically, stunned by her ferocity and speed.
Eragon slammed Brisingr into Yaela's sword, sending it flying. With a quick word of magic he dispelled the irritation of dirt in his eyes and finds Yaela going to get her sword. She turned back to him with a frown. "We have been sparring for years now and still, I have yet to beat you. I do not understand why that is so?" Eragon hummed slightly as thought about it. Ten years ago Yaela had approached him and expressed her desire to cross swords with him. Before he could speak an amused Saphira spoke to all around. "Because you do not see what is in front of you." Eragon laughed lightly and shook his head much to Yaela's confusion. "What is funny about this Shadeslayer?" She frowned at him. The other elves watched them curiously as well. It had become tradition to watch each other spar. "It is nothing, forgive me for insulting you. Saphira just repeated one of Glaedr's teachings." Saphira decided that she was not yet done much to Eragon's now growing horror. "Do not embarrass her so Saphira!" But his Partner would not hear him. "You do not see THE Eragon. You see the Eragon you made in your head. The Eragon you are hopelessly chasing after." Eragon's mouth was dropped open and the other elves had suddenly found other interests. Saphira had long since made it clear she would not share Eragon with another she didn't approve of. "Plus, Eragon is more into black hair and green eyes not silver and blue." Eragon was about to combust. He'd much rather be fighting Galbatorix with an arm tied behind his back then deal with this. Yaela was silent for a second before fixing Saphira with a tense smile, "Thank you Bjatskular. I appreciate your input. Eragon would you mind teaching me how to see as you put it?"
Eragon nodded dumbly before reaching into his memories again to understand how Glaedr had worded it.
This was Eragon's favorite part of their fights. There was something profoundly intimate about staring into Arya's eyes, without blinking, without wavering, and having her stare back at him with the same degree of focus and intensity. It could be disconcerting, but he enjoyed the sense of connection it created between them.
Shaking his head, Eragon pushed away that memory. Later he needed a little later in the day. Decided to invite Yaela and the other elves into his thoughts he let them experience his memories. It would help them understand him more. Although some of the elves had been there that day, some hadn't.
Eragon kept his doubts to himself, but something of them must have seeped past his barriers to Glaedr, because the dragon made an amused sound- or rather, he imitated one within his mind, the habits of the body being hard to forget- and said, "All great fighting is the same, Eragon, even as all great warriors are the same. Past a certain point, it does not matter whether you wield a sword, a claw, a tooth, or a tail. It is true, you must be capable with your weapon, but anyone with the time and the inclination can acquire technical proficiency. To achieve greatness, though, that requires artistry. That requires imagination and thoughtfulness, and it is those qualities that the best warriors share, even if, on the surface, they appear completely different." Glaedr fell silent for a moment, then said, "Now, what was it I told you before?" Eragon did not have to even stop to consider. "That I had to learn to see what I was looking at. And I've tried, Master. I have." "But still you do not see. Look at Arya. Why has she been able to beat you again and again? Because she understands you, Eragon. She knows who you are and how you think, and that is what allows her to defeat you so consistently. Why is it Murtagh was able to trounce you on the Burning Plains, even though he was nowhere near as fast or strong as you?" "Because I was tired and-" "And how is it he succeeded in wounding you in the hip when you last men=t, and yet you were only able to give him a scratch on the cheek? I will tell you Eragon. It was not because you were tired and he was not. No, it was because he understand you, Eragon, but you do not understand him. Murtagh knows more than you, and thus he has power over you, as does Arya." And still Glaedr spoke: "Look at her, Eragon. Look at her well. She sees you for who you are, but do you see her in return? Do you see her clearly enough to defeat her in battle? Eragon locked eyes with Arya and found within them a combination of determination and defensiveness, as if she was challenging him to attempt to pry open her secrets, but she was also afraid of what would happen if he did. Doubt welled up inside Eragon. Did he really know her as well as he thought? Or had he deceived himself into mistaking the outer for the inner? "You have allowed yourself to become angrier than you should," Said Glaedr softly. "Anger has its place, but it will not help you here. The way of the warrior is the way of knowing. If that knowledge requires you to use anger, then you use anger, but you cannot wrest forth knowledge by losing your temper. Pain and frustration will be your only reward if you try. Instead you must strive to be calm, even if a hundred ravening enemies are snapping at your heels. Empty your mind and allow it to become like a tranquil pool that reflects everything around it and yet remains untouched by its surroundings. Understanding will come to you in that emptiness, when you are free of irrational fears about victory and defeat, life and death... So, look at Arya, see what you are looking at, and then take the action you deem most appropriate. And once you are in motion, do not allow your thoughts to distract you. Think without thinking, so that you act as if out of instinct and not reason. Go now, and try.
Eragon snapped out of the memory and looked around. He contemplated what they would do with the memory but ultimately decided it wasn't worth thinking on. He pulled away from them and grinned. "Well then! Have fun with that lesson." He went and sat down near Saphira letting himself get lost back in the memory. He smiled softly as he came to the end of it.
Eventually, they ended up standing face to face, their swords locked at the hilts, pushing at each other with what little remained of their strength. Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low, fierce voice, "I...see...you." A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.
Eragon felt the grin on his face falter. He was once again reminded of the fact that Arya was not there. He could never stop himself from enjoying his memories of the green eyed elf but always felt empty afterwards, " Even now you mark my steps, lovely bitter water. All the days of our delights are poison in my veins.
" I am not a fool entire
no, I know what is coming
you'll bury me beneath the trees I climbed
when I was a child
I know I shouldn't love you
but I do."
For three months, Arya ruled wondering when the time would be right to leave. She had a deep feeling in her gut one morning that her time to leave was approaching. It happened when a frantic scry from Nasuada came in much to the elfs surprise. "Nasuada? What's wrong my friend?" "The Egg! Arya the egg!" Arya's jaw immediately dropped before she shook in excitement. "What about the egg? Has it hatched?" Nasuada nodded slowly and Arya smiled before suddenly frowning. "The sun has just come up how come..." She stopped and looked on in shock. Nasuada just shook her head and stepped to the side. Arya's eyes went slightly wide before a left escaped her. "Hello Ismira, how are you today?" Arya eyed the purple dragon that rested on on the young girls shoulder curiously but turned her attention back to Eragon's niece. "Hi Aunt Arya, I'm okay. I'm a little shaken up but... I'm a rider now!" Arya could feel the excitement radiating from the girl before she realized the girl called her Aunt. She cocked an eyebrow up at her curiously. "Aunt? You know what, I won't even question it. Let us discuss what is to come." Many blessings fell upon them that day. An egg hatched for every race. Arya knew that this was her escape to go and finally do what she needed.
Quickly the news hit Eragon and the man was almost bursting with excitement to know that there was now four young riders to train. Arya expressed that she would send them off to Mount Arngor when she felt them ready and Eragon agreed. Two weeks before Arya decided they were ready she was to tell him and he would send elves to collect them. During that scry Arya decided she had time and hoped he did so they could keep talking. It surprised Eragon at first but he smiled and gave in. They talked and Eragon expressed that he was slightly disappointed and sad that not many people were going to experience it. One day he hoped to have made it a bustling city. Although they didn't have the time nor resources to craft boats and help lead them back to the island. Arya smiled at that and quickly ordered ships to be made before sending off a letter to the leaders of other races and let them know that in a yet to be announced time, Arya would join the other riders on their way to Arngor. She was having ships built to help carry the might of the dragons and anyone who wished to come along. Roran and Katrina were the first to get back to Arya. They expressed that they as well as their two twin sons, Brom and Garrow, would like to make the journey with her. Arya was quick to accept them and offered them a place in Ellesmera where they could reside until they left.
Arya had started all the work to get Vanir as king. She relieved him of his role as Ambassador much to the elf's displeasure and slight annoyance. Arya just scolded him and told him to trust her. He didn't complain much after that but Arya knew he wasn't always happy about it. She started making him help make decisions and having him sign things. It took awhile but finally he caught on, "You plan to have me as your replacement Arya? I am but a child compared to you or anyone else on the counsel." Arya had just smirked at him. She didn't say anything about it, just kept working to get the elves accustomed to Vanir as a king. When the four riders had finally made it to Du Weldenvarden, Arya had announced to the counsel that Vanir would be taking over and King while she trained the riders. Nobody objected her word and it was settled.
Arya trained the riders as best as she could. She taught them magic and swordsplay. She was both rough and gentle with them. She forced them to work and to move and to train. She trained their morals and made sure that they were of all pure intentions. She hummed lowly as she gazed at them on a particularly cold morning. It wasn't uncommon for the morning to be cold with the ending of winter right around the corner. A young elf of 84 leaned against his golden dragon's leg. The dragon, Irmok, was a descendant of one of Glaedr's nestmates. Arya had known his rider when she was much younger, they had been friends. She had met Authir through Faolin. The two had been distant relatives. She raised an eyebrow at the black haired elf who was currently grinning at her. Next to him sat Budzac, an urgal who rode on a massive red dragon. The dragon was a much deeper maroon then Thorn had been. No, Nyrgym, was perhaps the biggest dragon that sat around them other then Firnen and Thorn. Murtagh and Thorn had been sent to journey back with the new riders but ultimately he was going to stay. Arya knew that Nasuada and Murtagh were together, the Queen admitting it to her one night when Arya had visited. It had taken her by surprise but the look on Nasuada's face had sent Arya into a pitfall of laughter. It escaped no one how happy she now was. Finally she turned to focus on her last two students. Ismira and Kimmelin. Ismira's purple dragon who was built similar to the way Saphira was hummed low in her throat. The dragon was beyond excited to know that she would be a good student to Saphira. At first it had confused all of them, even Arya, when Murtagh had explained it but it quickly was replaced with shock. Wild Dragons had always refused to help with or interact with Riders. It warmed her heart slightly to know how well Eragon had connected the two worlds.
Laudrina, Ismira's Dragon, let out a roar causing her mate, Shrrg to jump. He was a startling grey color. Kimmelin and Ismira let out loud laughs, the two were both young within their respective races and had made quick friends. Shrrg headbutted Laudrina with a grunt much to their riders delight. Arya shook her head, a grin replacing the usually serious expression she wore. "Yesterday, Murtagh and I all gave you tests that seemed impossible to complete, no?" A course of yeahs went through the group and amusement filled her stomach. "Well you all passed them and as much as it pains me to express this, there is nothing more that I can teach you. You have all excelled in swordsplay, magic and studies. The last things for you to be taught are to be done by Eragon Shadeslayer and Saphira Brightscales." Excitement quickly traveled through the group and for once Arya let them yell and shout their joys. She would be a hypocrite if she didn't. She was just as excited if not more then they were. "So we're going to visit my uncle now, right Aunt Arya?" Arya had been shocked to learn Ismira called her Aunt when the girl heard the villagers joking that Eragon would not marry from the villages because he was in love with an elf. When Ismira confronted her dad, Roran couldn't bring himself to lie to his daughter much to Arya's amusement. Arya let it go after that, not wanting to disrupt the girl's view of her. "Yes Ismira, within a week we will set sail to Mount Argnor."
That week passed quite quickly. Arya rushed around making sure everything was ready, all the people who were to move to Arngor were ready. She triple checked the ships and did everything possible to make sure that nothing would go wrong. Two weeks really wasn't long compared to the eleven years she had spent away from the man she had long since given up denying her love for. Two weeks was nothing but a couple hours to an elf and yet it still felt like an eternity to her. She wanted nothing more then to get this ship on the open waves but steadied herself. Many of the people who were coming along were elves, unsurprisingly, and humans. Eighteen elves and twelve humans. Two urgals and five dwarves were making the journey. It wasn't much but it was a start. Eragon had stressed how they were all going to get to Mount Arngor but Arya explained she already had an extra ship or two made up so that the journey would be easier on their students. Eragon had been incredibly grateful to her. Finally, early one morning Arya saw it. The Talita. It came over a wave and Firnen let out such a joyous roar. The other dragons joined their voices with theirs. Arya climbed up on Firnen's back and let out a shout of happiness. The others quickly followed her as Firnen lept into the air. Their excitement rolled off them in waves as the green giant smashed into the waves only to come back out with a soaking wet Arya. Nothing could stop the joy she felt in that moment.
Yaela, Nari, and Blodhgarm were the three elves sent to accompany the new riders back. Arya could see their confusion as to why they were seeing five ships and a group of people standing on said ships. When they landed finally Blodhgarm was about to speak the greeting when Arya shook her head. "Masters do not great Masters Blodhgarm. We are friends." Confusion filled Nari and Yaela's face as one of them spoke up, "But are you not our Queen?" Arya shook her head and explained everything. She explained that she know longer wished to be Queen but would rather fill in her duties as the second in command. After expressing that Murtagh and Thorn would stay here in her stead Blodhgarm nodded. They produced four new eggs but expressed that they were not to be represented for at least another two years unless explained otherwise. Murtagh agreed and said his goodbyes. "Well then, let us be off."
Eragon sat atop Saphira's back as she lazily swam through the lake. Lenora, Ophelia and Vanilor also swam near them but otherwise it was just them. Fundor had decided he did not wish to swim but rather bask in the sunlight. After receiving such a swift humilation from Saphira it took awhile for him to calm down. Eventually he did and apologized to which they became friends. Suddenly Ophelia lifted her head and listened. "Shadeslayer, many ships approach from the east. I'd say at least six of them." Eragon's eyes widened before he tightened his muscles on Saphira's back. She immediately took off into the sky, the others following her lead. She let out a loud warning roar, many dragons answering her call. Eragon focused on the ships and frowned, "Those are of elven make and if I'm not mistaken the Talita is also among them. Arya expressed she was making more ships but I didn't expect that many ships to be made." Saphira sent her agreement through their bond before letting out a below of challenge. Saphira would not back down from whatever was on the ship whether its friend or foe. Suddenly a green dragon appeared and let loose his own roar. It was mistakenly male. "Eragon, you don't think that maybe they came along?" "It's..It's possible. Who else would it be? I don't think we left a green egg and he's much to big to be under seven months." Saphira let loose another roar. Fundor, Ophelia, Vanilor and Lenora backed her up. The green dragon spread his wings and took to the air, shortly followed by a range of colors. Saphira immediately took to flying higher. The green dragon didn't try to fly any higher then her but one of the hatchlings did. A red dragon that Eragon knew as Nyrgym. Fundor did not take kindly to this display of dominance and dropped down to him in a nose dive, navy fire flowing from his mouth. He clipped the hatchling in the wing and sent him spiraling towards the ocean below before he regained his balance and straightened out. Fundor joined back with the others but Nyrgym didn't try to rise above the others again. Eragon reached out with his mind to hear the familiar bells he so desperately loved. Arya was currently scolding both Nyrgym and Budzac. "Never, ever try to fly up went meeting other dragons if you come peacefully. You are lucky that the dragon didn't try to kill you. He bore no rider, Nyrgym. You have no idea how lucky you just got." A giant smile crossed his face as Saphira suddenly let out a happy bellow. He felt the dragon's and riders panic as Saphira corkscrewed towards Arya and Firnen.
Eragon felt them all shout at Arya in worry but when she turned around Eragon was face to face with the woman who walked his memories. He smiled brightly and whispered her true name. He watched the shiver that overtook her. He felt her block the others off and whisper his name back. He tilted his head back and let out a shout, Saphira punctuating their excitement with a burst of fire. Stopping just above Firnen she quickly spread her wings and lurched to the left, barely missing the green dragon. He bellowed his own excitement and followed her through the sky. Still connected to Arya he heard the exclaims of the other dragons at the maneuver Saphira had just accomplished. "Saphira is an example of a sky predator. She is at home in the sky." Eragon spoke to them for the first time. He felt them all suddenly quiet as they realized who they were now in contact with. Saphira dived towards the ground where the wild dragons all sat watching the other dragon and riders suspiciously. Nobody spoke at first before Fundor turned towards Nyrgym and hissed. "You are a fool for the stunt you pulled. You're lucky Saphira warned me not to maim you or you would be fed to the sharks." The red dragon drooped his head and Eragon stepped forward. He rested his head on the deep, wine red dragon and hummed. "You are but a hatchling and you are not to be at fault. That is why you are here on Arngor. I have no doubt that Arya taught you how to everything to do with Swordsplay, Magic, and your Studies. Now I will teach you the secrets of the riders. I will teach you things only riders knew and Saphira will teach you all to be master flyers. Come let us go." Eragon bounded back up Saphira's leg and they took off in the direction of the mess hall.
When everyone was finally settled down in the hall, dragons sitting around the tables, Eragon smiled at them. "Introductions first. Then you will be free to explore whatever lies on the island until an hour before sundown. Then we will meet back here and you will learn here you'll stay. I am Eragon Shadeslayer. Your leader and your teacher. You may call me master. I am the rider of Saphira." Eragon nodded and Arya sat up looking at the other people in the room rather then elves. She wasn't so much introducing herself as she was expressing she was no longer queen. "I am Arya Shadeslayer, Rider of Firnen." She sat back down and noticed Eragon staring at her with wide eyes. He mouthed to her, "You are not the queen?" Arya shook her head and mouthed back, "I am staying for good." Eragon smiled brightly only for it get brighter when he realized who the next speaker was. "I am Ismira Roransdaughter. My dragon is named Laudrina." Kimmerlin stood up with a grin and pointed to herself, "Kimmerlin and that's mine dragon Shrrg." Shrrg let loose a deep growl that brought another growl out of Fundor. Amusement filled his bones as Saphira snapped at him. He might not be on her bad side anymore but he was still a hopeless hatchling when it came to her. Next Budzac stood up, "Budzac, Nyrgym." And he sat back down. They must still be upset. Finally the elf stood up. "Authir and this is Irmok." Eragon felt Glaedr's happiness at knowing one of his nestmates eggs had survived. "These are the dragons that hang around Saphira and I. Fundor, The leader of the wild dragons. Ophelia and Vanilor are mates. Lenora is their hatchling." As he said their names he pointed them out before nodding to the others. "Avoid the north, the wild dragons don't enjoy new faces. Dismissed." He watched them all slowly fly away before removing Saphira's saddle so she could go off with Firnen. He felt her excitement and a blush crawled upon his face.
"The beard suits you. I like it." Eragon whirled around and he came face to face with Arya. His eyes went wide before he laughed. "Is that so? I was thinking of shaving it off today too." Arya shook her head as she stepped closer to him. "Don't, I like it." A grin spread across his face as he looked at her. They stood at the same height and Eragon couldn't stop himself from whispering softly, "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." Arya smiled at him sadly as she reached forward and rest a hand on his face. Eragon couldn't stop himself from asking, "You're staying right? For good?" "I will not be leaving you again, Eragon. I am here for good. " She whispered in the ancient language and Eragon swore his heart burst from his chest. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Arya pressed her lips to his ear softly and whispered, "I know I shouldn't love you, but I do."
And that's a wrap. I've been writing for 7 and a half hours with minimal breaks. I think my hand is cramping LMAO. With that being said, I can only apologize if it doesn't seem to run smoothly. I listened to the song and figured that it would make a really good ExA book. Although the song is more about being sad over a bad relationship this is what I turned it into. I hope that at the least it was enjoyable. Thank you for reading :D
Before I do end up this story if anyone is willing to be a beta reader for my other story I'd totally love if you messaged me about it. Okay thank you, as always feel free to call out any errors I've made or just bad writing in general. Evandar out.
