Again, I am evil for this short chapter. Blame the writer's block, the fact that I have to write at midnight and my english teacher for giving me so many essays to do over the easter holidays. TOO MUCH HOMEWORK, GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!! Okay, I kinda went a little psycho there, sorry. I should probably stop typing now.....

Disclaimer: As I have said many times, I own nothing, NOTHING!!!! It all belongs to Tolkien and Paolini. I am disowning my bad jokes, cause they suck. I may keep the lines, if they promise to get their act together and actually work. :P

Chapter 4 Decisions

Arya's POV

"What?" Legolas exclaimed. "Arya, you're injured, you can't possibly come with us. You should go back to Rivendell and have Lord Elrond heal you."

"I am not injured any more". I pulled down the collar of my shirt, exposing the wound. I pressed my right hand to the injury and mutter the spell of healing. Seconds later I removed my hand, revealing the wound to be gone.

The hobbits gasped and Gandalf looked at me with new interest.

"H-How did you do that?" Merry asked.

"Healing spell. That is a small example of the kind of powerful magic I control. Now, will you let me come, or do I have to follow on my own?"

This time Boromir spoke. "Legolas is right Arya. You should go back to Rivendell. Our quest is too dangerous for a woman."

Saphira growled, making Boromir take a step back.

Don't under-estimate us, mortal. You have no idea how powerful and dangerous we are. We are not like anything you have ever seen before. We are not from Middle-Earth. We are from Alagaesia.

Saphira projected her thoughts, allowing them all to hear. They were all looking at us with renewed interest now. I think that for the first time, they noticed the fact that I was wearing black leggings and a black leather shirt, instead of a dress, and had a long, pale blue sword on a belt round my waist and a bow, quiver of arrows and a set of my unique weapons, curved, bladed throwing stars strapped to my back. I also had a curved dagger on my belt, but that was hidden from their view by the dark cloak I was wearing.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

"Tell you what. I will duel the best swordsman among you for the right for me to come on this quest."

Short chapter and a weak cliffhanger, am I evil or what?!? I promise that the next 2 chapters will be longer.