Dyasari: Chapter
3
Midnight Conversation
"Eragon" said a melodic voice. He turned to see Arya staring at him intently. He internally shuddered, "Arya". He returned her look as she said "So the final battle finally approaches".
Eragon sighed, he felt overwhelmed for a moment when he thought of everyone counting on him. The elves, the dwarves, and the Varden… he would not let himself fail them.
"What's wrong Eragon?" Arya asked staring him in the eyes. Eragon laughed, Everything!, he felt like saying but instead said, "Nothing, just that the fate of Alagaesia rest on my shoulders, the final battle approaches and I have to defeat both Murtaugh and Galbatorix alone."
He was surprised at his honesty when he said what he was feeling. He almost added and I have fallen in love with a woman that will never love me.
"You are not alone!" Arya shouted at him in a hushed tone. Eragon sighed "I know, I know, I'm not thinking straight Arya". Arya stood up and picked up her sword, "What are you doing Arya svit-kona?" Eragon asked. "I'm getting your mind off such worries, focus on this."
Eragon pulled out Brisingr, and they began to spar. Eragon laughed as the pressures of his life faded away and left him alone with Arya. She too seemed to relax as she focused on blocking and parrying his attacks.
When Arya started to attack Eragon, she said "You know you can tell me anything, Eragon? He smiled and said "Maybe you don't want to hear what I want to tell you."
Her smile
faltered "You know we can't be together while Gabatorix lives". Something in that gave Eragon hope, "What about when Galbatorix
falls?"
Arya smiled at this and said "If that were to happen"
she looked at him with eyes rimmed with tears "then there would be
hope for us, yet"
Eragon's heart swelled at her words. "Eragon, you should think over your feelings for me, if you continue your pursuit for me, then you should be aware that elves emotions are different than humans, and our bonds between mates are almost always permanent, you are so young compared to me, you don't know what you want."
Eragon shook his head,
"I might have been a boy three years ago, but since my mind merged
with Saphira's and everything I've gone through, I feel much
older then that." Arya turned her head to look at him again.
"That
may be, but I think in the matters of love, you are still young."
She said. Eragon could not deny that, Arya being the only woman he's
ever loved.
Saphira's growl woke Eragon at dawn. He instinctively put his hand on Brisingr, What is it Saphira? he cried out in his mind. Empire soldiers in a scouting party, they are just over a mile away, we should take them out before they can damage the Varden.
Eragon grimaced, he had hoped to get to Gil'ead without any problems. Arya picked up her sword and started heading towards the soldiers. Saphira leaped into the air with Jeod on her back, as Eragon ran to catch up with Arya. He unsheathed his sword as they heard the soldiers talking.
The soldiers looked like crazed-animals with blood coveing their armor and happy expressions. Arya struck first when she crawled behind the tree a soldier was leaning on and slit his neck. Out of the soldier's mouth came a half gurgle half laugh before falling to the ground.
These must be soldiers that feel no pain Eragon thought. When the soldiers turned to the sound of crashing armor Eragon muttered "Brisingr" and the soldiers faces turned to fear when they saw the wicked sword consumed by blue flames.