Here is the second chapter. I am over the moon right now. I got a review! yay!

Disclaimer: nothing has changed since the last chapter. trust me you'll be the firt to know if i ever own it. of which that future is nigh imposible.

Noble

Faölin and Glenwing

It was spring, and Arya was four years old. She was sitting under a tree just outside of Tialdari hall. She had been told not to leave her room, but it was warm and sunny, with a fragrance of wild flowers in the air. Arya couldn't resist, she had to come out. She loved how everything was so alive. How peaceful it was to be away from the kerfufle inside. Over the past year the meetings had become more frequent. Now they resided once a fortnight. Arya had eavesdropped on everyone of them, but nothing had happened. Only the continuous searching for the traitorous dragon rider. They all seemed over confident. Even her parents were so certain that they could easily find and catch him. Arya wasn't so sure. If he had eluded them so far, how could he possibly be weak? Arya so badly wanted to tell someone of her speculations, but knew no-one would listen. If she did she wouldn't be able to eavesdrop any more either. Other than this there had been no new information, except what she missed in the first meeting. Galbatorix had asked for a new dragon roughly 3 months before the deaths of the two dragons and there riders, and that four years earlier his own dragon had been killed in an Urgal ambush, along with two other riders and dragons.

Just then Arya heard some rustling and laughing. Arya got up and went over to investigate. She looked around, she could see no one. Puzzled, she turned around and started to head back towards the hall when she heard a loud crack and was abruptly pinned to the ground. Above her the laughing grew louder, and her mood darkened. someone was laughing at her! Then the thing holding her down groaned and started to move. It was a boy of fourteen with long silver hair and bright blue eyes, that sparkled in the sunlight. Hastily he got off Arya. "My apologies princess" he said, touch his fingers to his lips and bowing. Arya put her hands on her hips and scowled, attempting to look menacing,but failing due to age and the fact that she was only three and a half feet. Who is laughing" she demanded. The laughing immediately ceased. A ten year old boy with rounder features than most most elves swung down from the branches. He had silver hair that was almost white and brown eyes brimming with mischief. "my apologies" he muttered looking at the ground. Satisfied Arya nodded, a bird like motion. "what are your names" Arya commanded.

" mine is Faölin" said the boy who fell, politely.

" and mine is Glenwing" said the younger boy.

" Faölin, Glenwing" said Arya, nodding at each in turn " I am Arya" when no response was forthcoming she asked "what were you doing?"

"we were playing a game were one person chases the other trying to touch them and when you get caught you swap around" explained Faölin

"can I play?" Asked Arya curiously.

" As you wish princess" he replied. Arya crossed her arms and sighed. She hated the formalities of the elves, and how the applied particularly to her.

" I told you my name is Arya"

"my apologies once again princess Arya" she just rolled her eyes.

"will you ever stop with the formalities? My name is Arya, and my being the princess does not change that!"

"my apol-"

Oh shut up" and with that that she leaped forward, tapped Faölin on the shoulder and sprinted away into the trees shouting "your in!"

The game went on for hours, and Arya had never enjoyed herself more. Eventually they stoped out of breath beside a small pond. They lay there, unaware of the time, enjoying the peace. I wonder if this is what having friends feels like.She thought absently. She opened one eye lazily, the sun was beginning to set. "Oh no" she muttered.

"What" asked Glenwing.

"Ive been gone to long, my mother will have noticed im gone" she explained, before juming up and sprinting towards the the hall. when it came into sight she put on some more speed, and ran full tilt into her father. Then her mother aproached them. "Arya! What do you think you are doing!" She growled, her voice low and menacing. Then Faölin and Glenwing caught up. And Glenwing was yelling "Arya, wait!" Islanzadí tore her glare away from her daughter and onto the two boys, who had come to a stand still some twenty metres away. "what is the meaning of this?" asked the Queen, her voice was low and perfectly even, but Arya new she was on the brink of exploading. So Arya explained what had happened, and why she was covered in mud, with leaves and twigs all through her hair."don't be mad with my friends" she finished. "it was my fault, and I take full responsibility.

Faölin opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again when Arya shot him a look."Arya, you will go back to your room now, where I will deal with you later. If I ever find you have left the hall again without permission, or if I hear of you ever visiting these boys... " she let the threat hang. Oh you wont... Thought Arya ….hear of me leaving again. Ill make sure of it.

"Islanzadí-" her father started.

"No" said her mother. A note of finality in her voice. " now leave" she commamded Arya.

"As you wish my Queen" she replied stiffly, walking off towards the hall. Arya new she had struck a chord, although her mother didn't show it. Behind her she heard the queen sternly talking to her new friends.

It was night time, and Arya was lying awake, remembering the talk her mother had given her. it had consisted mostly of how it was inpropper for her to go gallavanting through the forest. She had then had a thourough wash before being sent straight to bed. Arya sighed. Her mother did know what her life waas like. She had about as much freedom as a dragons prey. She rolled over and reluctantly fell into her waking dreams. Five minutes later she heard as dull thump by her window. She quickly grabbed the candle stick from beside her bed. A figure got up and walked towards her. In her peripheral vision she saw another smaller figure climb through her window. When the intruder was only two feet away she jumped up and aimed a swing with the candle stick at his head, but he ducked and grabbed her small wrist. " Arya, Its me, Faölin" he whispered. She immediately stopped strugling. "what are you doing here" she hissed.

"we wanted to talk" replied the other figure. She guessed by his voice was Glenwing.

"if my mother finds out-"

"we know, but we wanted to apologise." said Faölin. "for getting you into trouble and for the grief it has caused will not happen again. Can you forgive us"

"There is no need. The fault is mine.I should not have been so tardy with the time. Now go"she said, sounding like her mother.

"We are still friends, right?" asked Faölin.

"Of course"

"When will we see you again"

"Meet me beside the same pond tomorrow at noon."

Faölin smiled. "As you wish my princess." he said, before climbing out the window with Glenwing. Content, Arya lay back down and drifted into her trance like sleep.

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