Ch. 4 Fyrn
Arya stood up and looked angrily at Eragon, "What do you mean us?" Arya gasped, "I'm not a dragon rider!"
"I mean, that we are the dragon riders in my vision. I didn't understand at first- obviously, I thought that you were dead. However, now it has become clear," and Eragon sat back, relaxing.
"But… there are no… I am still not a Shur'tugal, Eragon, the fact that I'm alive does not change that," Arya sighed, nervous fear filling up her face.
"No, but the fact that you bring a dragon egg that's hatching as we speak does," Eragon smirked.
Arya jumped up, "What?"
"Sit, sit," Eragon commanded. Arya sighed and shook her head.
"I will not take orders from you, Shadeslayer. You are no more than a coward, turning your back on the Varden like you did!" Arya finally unleashed all of her pent-up anger and spit on the ground. Eragon glared right back at her.
"You think that I am the same Eragon you knew? Well, you are wrong. I will take that sort of insult no longer. Thrysta!" Eragon hissed, and suddenly Arya was crying out, clutching her arm. Eragon lifted the spell soon, his eyes still dark.
"That does not change the fact that you left the Varden when they needed you the most!" Arya cried.
Eragon shook his head sadly, "They were doomed anyway. I knew it from the beginning. And besides, the Varden had no one left, since Nasuada was dying and the Du Vrangr Gata was diminishing and… everyone else was dead."
"Well, I had come back! And anyway, if what you say about the dragon egg is true, than I shall go back to the Varden- maybe this is the help we need!" Arya spat, and then began to run out of the chamber. But before Arya got to the archway, Eragon was holding her back, a grave yet amused look on his face.
"Saphira and I can not let you go," Eragon sighed.
"You're going to have to," Arya glared.
"No, we can not, as I said. You have seen too much, even if you don't tell that you found us someone is bound to find out. And Saphira and I can not go back until after the Du denos fyrn," Eragon sighed, "and besides, neither of us wishes for you to die. Better to bring peace to Alagaësia, with your brilliant and logical mind, than to die and have it wasted in a battle. We know what will happen, Arya. Do not pretend that you can change this fate," Eragon stepped back, now holding Arya at arm's length.
"I do not care if I must die for the cause, Eragon!" Arya insisted.
"You cannot change fate! Must I bind you to a chair?" Eragon cried.
"I'm afraid that's the only way you're going to get me to cooperate!" Arya fervently cried.
"Fine, then!" Eragon cried, and then spat out, "Malthinae!"
Arya was sitting down in the chair, squirming to break free, at once.
"Please, Arya, do not make this any more difficult than it must be," Eragon sighed. Arya glared up at him.
"Fine. Do you have anything left to tell me?" Arya asked, her eyes filled with a deep hatred which made Eragon cringe.
"No, I do not. However, both Saphira and I would like to know what has happened with you in this time," Eragon sighed.
Arya rolled her eyes, "You do not deserve to know."
Eragon sighed, "Then you have fun in your confinement. I'll bring back your dragon so you can be bound together," Eragon shrugged and then left Arya alone in the room.
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The little green dragon and Arya were playing around together in the chair. Arya found that, since she had a deep… well, it wasn't hatred, but it was pretty close… for Eragon and Saphira, she knew that her only company now would be the dragon. But she was still curious as to how the dragon had not hatched beforehand. She knew that, with all the knowledge that Eragon had gathered these past ten years, he would know why.
Arya, driven by a boundless curiosity gnawing at her soul, finally relented.
"Eragon?" she called, her voice bitter.
Eragon walked into the room, a worried expression on his face.
"Yes, Arya? What is wrong?" Eragon asked, sighing.
"I was wondering… why didn't this dragon hatch before now? I mean, I've been handling his egg for years…" Arya asked.
"I'll let Saphira answer your question," Eragon bowed briefly, an amused look on his face, "because you'll believe the answer more from her, unlike if I were to tell you."
Saphira flew in then, nodding at Arya. Arya opened her mind for her, eager for an explanation.
You must understand that dragons can hatch when they know that the circumstances are the best possible, regardless of whether they'll be a wild or "tame" dragon, Saphira began.
Even "tame" dragons can? Arya gasped.
Yes, even those destined to find a rider can wait, as long as they know that their rider is near. If their rider isn't near any longer, they will wait until their rider returns, forever if they have to, Saphira's voice grew impatient, I myself waited a few days after finding Eragon because I knew that I had to hatch when he was alone. I knew barely anything else, except that I had to wait. When I did hatch-which was about a week or two later, I honestly don't recall-it was the most ideal time.
Is this why my dragon waited so long? Arya asked.
Indeed, yes. Your dragon knew that if it hatched while being brought back and forth through Alagaësia it would know that someone else would claim it there's. Finally, you were the only non-dragon rider in the area, and it hatched. But… I have communicated with the hatchling, and it says that there is another reason.
Which is? Arya demanded.
I shall not tell you until you are ready. Which is when you trust Eragon and me once more, Saphira smiled, all of her teeth showing in an almost menacing way.
But… Saphira! I must know! Arya cried. Saphira shook her head sadly.
You are not quite ready, and with that, Saphira and Eragon left the room.