A/N: I thought I'd never get back to this story, but I've decided I sorta have to.
The camp set up for the returning warriors had really come together during the night, Eragon noticed as he stepped out of his tent, ruffling his hair. He spotted the carcass of a deer…or what remained of one…in front of Saphira's huge napping form. In the daylight her scales sparkled brightly, making them look almost glasslike. He smiled inwardly and looked around the awakening camp as thoughts of his dear Arya filtered into his head. He quickly scanned the horizon, and seeing nothing, returned to the warmth of his tent. The interior of the tent was a light blue, designed to fit their leader's dragon. On the ground were several large furs that Eragon used as a bed, and were actually quite comfortable.
"Sir," came a small voice from the outside of the tent.
"Enter," Eragon said, turning to face his general, who bowed as soon as he entered the tent.
"Sire. Scouts have sighted signs of a dragon and its rider just east of here." Eragon had to force himself not to jump up and down at this news, so he quietly dismissed the short man.
"Oh, my Arya," he sighed.
"Eragon! Come out here! Quickly!" Saphira's voice rang in his head. Eragon got up and rushed out of the tent.
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Arya landed Eriens in the large clearing, a minute's walk away from the camp. She didn't move. She couldn't. The thoughts of her and Eragon reuniting finally filled her head and prevented her from moving. Eriens finally got so excited about seeing Saphira at last that he wouldn't stop fidgeting, causing Arya to tumble to the ground. She shouted upon the impact, expecting help from her dragon upon getting back up. Eriens didn't budge. Arya was about to start shouting at him, when she felt warm, strong, arms helping her to her feet.
"Your highness," Eragon said, releasing her and kissing her hand lightly. Arya was so shocked that all she could do was stand there. Eragon cleared his throat.
"I believe you will be glad to hear that Glabotorix is dead," he said, looking into her shining eyes, forcing himself not to indulge in those luscious lips…
"Eriens," Saphira gasped, stomping up to her one true love.
"Saphira," he said, rubbing his mussel against hers compassionately.
Arya couldn't take it anymore. She threw herself into Eragon's arms and kissed him with all the compassion and love she could put into such a motion. The stood like that, kissing until they had to break apart for air, only to come crashing together, lips first, again. Saphira and Eriens rolled around in the autumn leaves playfully.
This was the way it was meant to be…
And in an hour, it would all come to an end.
A/N: I hope you liked it. If you didn't, good for you. I'm so sorry it took me forever. That's just the way things are.