Ahhhh! I forgot the reviews last time! Here, i'll do them now along with chapter tens...

Lady Tourniquet- Ahhhh you'll just have to wait, my dear friend! Lol, but i can confirm that the baby wont be killed. An elf child is too valuable, especially since it will know where the elves live, so Galbatorix can destroy them once he's wrecked the poor childs mind.

Jimmy-barnes-13- Lol, I'm trying, I'm trying!

Lilly Rose Redrider- Yes, torturing Arya is rather addictive. She's much too perfect, and needs to be ruffled slightly!

Durzas Follower-Hahah, yes you can say it's cute now!

Bob35bonk3r5- Every chapter i make up a new story line, and every chapter it's changed again! It all depends on my mood...if i get more reviews, i'll be happier, hence the fluffy chapters!

Tigress Warrior- Yeah, we all knew he had a soft side!

Amethyst Jem124- Jordyn...that's a pretty name! And it could be used for a girl OR boy...i'll let you know soon whether it'll be used. If it isn't the baby, it'll be someone else!

Smile For Me- Yes, Eragon will be in this, but he'll aready be paired up with someone. Yes, OOC is what i do! Well, would you think someone that had (forceably, i'll admit) raped you actually loved you??

Alsdssg- Yeah, Gaedric was forced. He'd have to have been, since Durza took such precautions against him telling willingly.

TheShadowCat12- Lol, thank you! Durza was quite...fetching in the book. But i blatantly refuse to talk about movie Durza.

X Lost Fairytale- Lol, ending? Why, it's just the beginning!

Durzas Follower- (sniffle) Please don't leave me! If you read on, you shall find the answer you seek!

Lady Touniquet- You want the baby? I'm sorry, but it already has parents! The king IS very evil, yes. If you can hold your breath until the baby is born, there might be more rape/torture. Erin? Who's Erin?

Alsdssg- (lol, i hope you realise how hard your name is to remember!) I know i told you this in the reply, but their relationship is perched on a rather high, rather crumbly cliff. Could you love Durza in the circumstances? Even after all he'd done to you? Could you love Arya, even though everything you've been taught to believe in is against that?

Bob35bonk3r5- Lol, getting there as fast as i can!

Jimmy-Barnes-13- Lol, yes! She does!

Crystalblade Warrior- Thank you! I'm absolutely amazed that i've only got one bad review, out of...78 now, isn't it? Anyway, my reviewers are my family!

OH LOOK!! WHAT'T THAT?!?! IT LOOKS LIKE A BABY COMING!!! Warning, gets a little graphic towards the end, but that's what to expect when someone's in LABOUR!!!

Durza...

Arya woke with a start, shaking violently. Visions of Durza filled her mind, his voice echoing hauntingly in her head. She wiped sweat from her brow and sat up slightly, wincing. Since he had left, almost a month ago according to her calculations, the beatings had stopped. They had all believed her fake labour was a sign that the baby was ill, and had put her in a different cell until it was born. It was slightly smaller, but it smelt much cleaner, and had a noticable absence of slime.

She traced a crack in the stone with her finger, marvelling at how much her senses had returned since her drug intake had also receeded. Not that they'd take it away all together, but just enough so as not to touch the baby. She could think of certain words from the ancient language, but nothing happened when they were uttered. This helped slightly, because during the day she could try and find a suitable name for her baby. She knew not whether it was a male or female, but she'd chosen a few for each, just to be sure. However, none of this helped her backaches, or the moments of panic when she felt the baby suddenly kick violently. But she took this as a feeling of gratitude that her child was alright.

It was an early morning, some day towards the end of the week, when just like every other day she was awoken with thoughts of Durza. But this one seemed so real. There was Durza, sprawled across the ground, eyes wide in fear as a soldier drew his sword. With a kick of his legs, Durza flicked the sword away and kicked the soldier in the fork of his legs. The soldier fell heavily, his sheild crashing down on Durza's head, rending him unconcious. Arya shivered slightly, pressing her aching back harder against the stone. A sudden movement from the tiny window of her cell make her jump, and struggle to a stand. She took a few cautious steps forward, hesitant as to who or what could be outside before sunrise. "Arya?" Someone hissed.

"Y-yes?" She whispered back, walking closer. "Who are you?"

With a screech, the bars holding her in were snapped in half, and a face appeared, staring down worryingly. "Durza?" She cried, not quite believing it was him. "Arya, hush. I'm so sorry i didn't come back sooner, but you will thank me when you've seen what i've done." He smiled and took her hands in his. "We don't have much time, but i want you to know that...i love you, Arya."

She took a deep breath and replied, "I love you too Durza." He smiled and nodded. "Then we can get you out of here." He strode over to the window again, and magicked it wider so Arya and her bump could fit out. He pulled her up after him, and took her hand, leading her quickly to the other side of the deserted street. She was surprised to feel the cool droplets of rain against her fragile skin, but lavished in the thought of being somewhat cleaner than before. The only thing Arya could see different about Durza was a bandage around his arm and the fact that he had cut his shoulder-length hair almost completely off. He pulled her down a small alleyway, and pressed his hands against her stomach. "Look at you..." he whispered, to himself it seemed. "You will be the best mother anyone could ask of you, Arya." She pressed her forehead against his own, breathing deeply. "We need to leave now. In my abscence, i made us a home on the edge of the Hadarac. It wont be too hot there, just the right temperature. It will do until our son or daughter is born, then you can return to your people."

"If i return, you go with me." She said, stepping back. He smiled, but said nothing, leading her down the alleyway. "It's only a few days from here, if we move quickly. The guards wont know you're gone until after sunrise, and we'll be far in front of them by then. I haven't got a horse, for fear of being recognised, so we'll walk."

And they did. Arya was weak, but could retain a steady pace. Durza let her rest often, but she hardly ever took him up on his offers. She ate plentifully for the first time, washed herself in the occasional outburst of rain and laughed as Durza told her stories of what he had been doing. That evening, they settled down near a bend in the Ramr river and Durza made a small fire. "It can't be too big, or it will be seen from afar." Explained Durza. They ate in silence, pondering anything and everything, and when she was done, Durza threw her a blanket. "You sleep, i'll watch." She thanked him, and lay straight on her back.

Durza watched her peaceful face, set glowing by the flickering light of the fire, and smiled to himself. A growl sounded from behind him, and he whipped around. A man crashed through the bushes, sword drawn. His eyes widdened in fear as Durza's palm glowed maliciously. "Y-you wouldn't..."

Durza smirked. "Wouldn't i?" He threw an enormous orange ball of fire at the man, but not before the soldier had made enough noise for any of his followers to hear him. He awoke Arya quickly, and helped her to get up, but while his back was turned, another soldier crept up behind him and tried to hack at his leg. Arya screamed and kicked viciously, and the man fell, leaving Durza with a long wound.

Then Arya and Durza ran. Well, Durza did the running and held Arya in his arms, Arya who was heavy with child. She couldn't recognise where they were, but even at midnight, the broiling heat blasted at them from the East, and she could only guess they were entering the Hadarac. Shaken out of her reverie by Durza's cries of pain, she placed a cold, pale hand against his cheek. "Take me away, my love..." He ran into the night, not stopping or breaking his fast pace. He was sure the soldiers would have horses, but if he could just get back to his house without them catching up... but then again, it was at least another days travel ahead, and that was if he continued running. He'd become exhausted a while back, and was not aided by Arya's weight. He'd have to stop shortly, and they'd surely find him. But where to go? He spotted a rocky outcrop far off in the distance, and made that his aim. His legs pulled and strained, and the dried blood stretched his skin.

He was hardly a few yards from the rockery when Arya let out a cry. "D-Durza!" She gasped, arms clutching him tightly. "The baby!" Cursing, Durza sprinted the last few steps and gently laid Arya down, her head resting against a large rock. "Is it coming? We'll be safe here, since we're hidden, but only for a short time." He said, hand wiping worriedly at her head which was sweltering hot. She nodded, in answer to both things he'd said, and whimpered again. "Ok, hold still." He whispered, taking the blankets off her shoulders and spreading them out nea her knees. "Alright, I'm going to lift you on to one of these, and use one to wrap the baby in, ok?" She faught back tears and nodded again. Durza heaved her sideways, her screams echoing in his ears. "Hellfire! I know it's hard, but you're going to have to be a it quieter, princess!" He knelt down a ways off from where she lay, and cleared a patch of dirt from rocks. With a few choice words, he drew water to the surface, and scooped up some for her to drink. She sipped gratefully, and Durza smiled at the feeling of her fragile lips against his palm. "Arya, we need to get him or her our as soon as possible, so you'll have to try really hard for me."

"Son or daughter."

"Sorry?"

"You...said him or her. It's either your...son or d-daughter." She smiled weakly, but it came out as more of a grimace. Grinning, he leant a little closer and removed her pants. He hushed her, and stuck one finger inside. She hardly felt it in the torrent of pain already eminating from her pelvis. "It's coming quickly, but you'll have to start pushing. On three...one...two...THREE!" She bit down on her lip hard as her body spasmed with the harsh push. Blood trickled down her neck, which Durza wiped away. "Come on Arya! Harder!" She heaved again, tears rolling down her cheeks, into her hair. "I-i can't do this!" She almost screamed it, but remembered that she had to be silent. "Yes you can! All the things you put up with at Uru'baen? They're nothing compared to this. All you have to do is push as hard as you can!" Arya took his hand in hers and squeezed hard as she pushed.

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"I can see a head!" Cried Durza. Arya laughed somewhat hysterically, sweat, tears and blood soaking her body. "Come on, just a few more pushes!" Arya took a deep breath and moved all her muscles at the same time. Pain ripped at her insides, but she felt an enormous movement between her legs. "Yes! Brilliant!" Durza laughed, his eyes wide in wonder at his beautiful baby. The next time, Arya squeezed her eyes shut and pushed with every fibre she had. She squealed, and the baby squealed as it was brought into the world. Its cries rung out like alarm bells, and Arya breathed a sigh of relief as Durza broke the umbilical cord. He wrapped their child up in the last blanket, and rubbed it vigourously. "Arya, we have a daughter!" He kissed her forehead and handed her their child. "She's beautiful!" Arya whispered. "I have a few names, if you want to hear them?" Durza pressed the blood-stained blanket between her legs and sat next to her. "Of course i would."

She rattled off a long list of names, before they found one they both liked. "It suits her, does it not?" Arya smiled at her new daughter, already asleep in her arms, feeding. "Yes...Kaida is a very suitable name"

Aww! Sweet!! Kaida is Japanese, it means 'little dragon'! I loved it! -! Anyway, this should content you all for a little while! Best of luck!