A/N: I'm back. With a nice new chapter and everything.

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Ch.13 Chapter 12

Eragon arrived at his room to find Saphira waiting patiently for him.

"Ready to leave," Eragon asked Saphira, getting her saddle from where he had left it.

"Of course." Then Saphira's voice turned serious. "When we get back, you have a promise to keep."

"I will go to her first thing when we arrive. She has already suffered enough pain because of me."

Arya arrived in the room just as Eragon had finished putting on Saphira's saddle. Eragon took the food from her hands and put it in the saddlebags.

When this was done, Eragon quickly jumped into the saddle, offering his hand out to Arya. Arya stared at his outstretched hand for a moment before accepting it, allowing Eragon to help her into the saddle. Arya wrapped her arms firmly around his waist.

Saphira flew them to the gates of Farthen Dûr, where Orik stood waiting.

"What took you so long?" Orik asked when Saphira had landed.

"We were sparring,' Eragon said from the saddle, not getting down, for they would be leaving soon anyway.

"Who won," Orik asked.'

"I did," Arya answered before Eragon could say a word.

"Not by much," Eragon said defensively. "I beat you last time."

"Well done, both of you. Farewell, I shall see you soon." Orik waved at them.

"Good bye Orik. We shall see you soon enough," Arya said.

"Good bye, good luck," Eragon said.

Then Saphira spoke. "Farewell Orik. We shall see you soon."

With that said, Saphira pushed off the ground and with a few strokes of her powerful wings, they were soaring in the cloudless sky.

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At nightfall they arrived in Surda.

"I need to find Elva," Eragon said.

"I will help. She will be with Nasuada. She never leaves the ruler's side," Arya said.

"She will most likely be in Nasuada's study."

Eragon and Arya walked alongside Saphira in the direction of Nasuada's study. They did not need to go that far because about half way there, they came across Nasuada and Elva walking towards Nasuada's bed chambers.

"Lady Nasuada," Eragon said, bowing slightly.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I have a promise to fulfill." Before Nasuada could respond, Eragon had knelt down in front of Elva, taking her small hands in his. He looked into her creepy eyes. "I am so sorry for all the pain I have caused you. I am here to fix you but first, can you forgive me?"

"You are forgiven, but I will tell you this," Elva's strange adult voice spoke. "You have caused me more pain than you could care to imagine. Pain that I wish everyday to forget."

Eragon shivered involuntarily at the small girl's voice. Then, he began the spell he had forged to fix her. "Remove the curse I have placed upon this young girl and return her to what she once was," Eragon spoke in the ancient language. Eragon felt his energy rapidly leaving his body. He began taking energy from the diamonds he had filled in the Belt of Beloth the Wise. He felt trapped in the spell, his vision became hazy. Eragon began to wonder if he had gone too far, if he did not have the power to do this. Then his thoughts clogged up, he couldn't think strait. Then it stopped. He felt himself come back to reality.

Eragon looked in front of him. Instead of Elva, a dark haired infant lay before hm on the passage floor. There was no mark on her forehead. She looked as any babe should. Eragon looked around him. Arya knelt at his right. Her lips moved but no words came out. He looked to his left. He saw Saphira watching him with worried eyes.

Eragon stood slowly, testing his balance, but he did not have the strength to hold himself up. He heard Arya yell. The last thing he remembered were Arya's worried eyes, and then there was darkness. He didn't feel himself caught by Arya right before he hit the ground.

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Arya watched silently as Eragon began to change Elva. The small child began to shrink, until she was an infant once more, then things began to go wrong. Eragon's breathing became labored and his eyes clouded over. He lent forward, and began speaking rapidly in the ancient language, repeating the same seven words over and over again.

Arya ran over to him putting her hand on his shoulder.

"What's happening," she yelled, terrified. His eyes had gone entirely black.

"I can't reach him; his mind is blocked with powerful magic not even I can penetrate."

Arya began whispering quietly to Eragon.

Then all of a sudden it stopped. His eyes turned back to their usual brown and he stopped speaking. He looked around in a daze.

"Eragon, what happened?" Arya asked. Eragon didn't respond, he didn't even look at her. "What's happening?" she spoke again. He didn't even acknowledge she had spoken. "Stop this, you're scaring me." Eragon turned to look at her. His expression was confused.

He stood slowly stood watching Arya. Arya watched as he stood, looked around, then turned his attention back to Arya. Then his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Arya yelled out his name, then caught him inches before he hit the ground.

"Eragon, wake up," she said, patting his face slightly. Turning her attention to Nasuada, she spoke. "Nasuada, do you have a spare room."

"We do," she said glancing worriedly from Eragon to the baby.

"Good. Can you take the baby and lead me there," Arya asked hurriedly, checking Eragon's head for a fever.

"Of course." Nasuada took the baby in her arms. Then she turned to face Arya. "Saphira will not fit through the halls. How are we going to get Eragon to his room?"

Arya answered her question by lifting Eragon off the ground, holding him in her arms like you would a baby.

"Very well."

Nasuada led Arya and the unconscious Eragon up to Eragon's bed chambers. Eragon didn't move at all though he mumbled some unintelligible words. When they arrived in his room, Arya placed him carefully on his bed. When he was comfortably laid down, Arya opened the large window on the other side of the room, letting in a very worried Saphira.

Saphira immediately went to Eragon's side, nudging him with her scaly nose.

"I cannot contact him," she said after a moment. "He is there but I cannot reach him. He is unconscious. That spell took a lot out of him, I am not sure when he will wake."

Arya nodded, watching Eragon with worried eyes. She walked to the side of the bed and laid the blankets over him.

Nasuada stood by the door looking slightly uncomfortable. "Ahem, er, I will go find someone to look after the baby." Nasuada left the room quickly one thought running through her head. 'What changed?'

Arya sat on the bed beside Eragon taking his hand in hers. Instinctively, she began to trace patterns on the back of his hand with her thumb. Arya watched as Saphira sat at the end of the bed, resting her head next to Eragon.

"You always seem to be getting into trouble," Arya said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"He is, isn't he? He is always making mistakes, but he will go to any length to fix them," Saphira said, but Arya caught the double meaning to her words.

"He's determined. He will never give up." Arya looked at Saphira with a small smile, a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Arya yawned slightly. This act did not go unnoticed by Saphira. "You are tired, small one."

"I'm fine," Arya said stifling another yawn.

"Say that you are not tired in the ancient language."

"I'm fine."

Saphira shook her large head. She brought her nose to touch Arya's forehead. Arya tried to fight it but Saphira was too powerful, so she gave up and allowed the sleep to take over. It was the first time she had truly slept in many years.

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Saphira looked at them as they slept peacefully. She began to wonder if she should tell them what she knew. Both things. Telling him the truth could save him so much pain, but it was something he had to learn for himself. As for the other thing, if she was right they would find out in due course.

A/N: I know my chapters are short but I don't have the time to make them any longer. I will update again soon, if I get enough reviews.

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