"Who's Arya?" asked Hope for the second time.
Eragon just continued to stair out at the horizon with a hard lump beginning to form in his throat.
He griped the frame of the door with one of hands. The other was clinched by his side in tight fist.
His nails where digging into his palm resembling a dagger as it came in contact with it's chosen target.
Her father's face became paler than the moon on a cloudless winter night.
He stiffened and Roran could see as the muscles in his arms and shoulders tightened in response to the question.
He looked as if death had taken him instead of his mate. He bore a grave and solemn look.
His face was hard. There was great mourning within his eyes. Filled with pain. That was the first thing Hope read but something else as well remorse?
Or was it regret?
She also saw a burning desire. A flame of sorts. Not a flame more of a spark really.
Her father's eyes to her where always like a glimpse at an alien world through the keyhole of a locked door. A locked door that wouldn't budge.
No matter how hard you pushed and shoved it would stand firm. Unwavering as the mountains that towered over the ever-changing tides of the sea.
This kind of door was not mint to be opened and for the reason there was no key made to fit.
However hard he tried to hide his emotions from her she but could always tell.
Arya, whoever this girl was must have certainly mint a lot to him.
In all her life Hope had never seen her father in a state like this, not even once, not even close.
Eragon hung his head and swallowed hard.
Trying desperately to hold back the ocean of tears that was threatening to break free from the boundary's of his eyes.
He closed his eyes tightly as a single tear escaped and rolled slowly down his cheek dropping to the floor.
Roran hung his head and stared down at his feet in shame.
He shouldn't have asked. Not with Hope there at least.
It was clear to both Roran and his daughter that he was battling the memories that where flooding his mind.
He remembered it as clearly as if it had happened only hours before.
He remembered walking among the fallen. He remembered searching, hoping for any signs of life. Hoping praying that it was a dream but knowing all the while that it was not.
He remembered knowing what he would find. He remembered caressing the cheek of his fallen mate. Watching helplessly as her eyes once sharp and alert. Those eyes that to him where wise and all knowing slowly began to dim.
Watching as the last signs of life had left her.
Eragon though slowly at first opened his eyes, raised his head and stood up straight.
There where now no traces of the tears that had clouded his eyes. For they now showed one emotion and one emotion only and that was desire.
What her father desired Hope didn't know and wasn't quite sure she wanted to but Roran knew.
He knew because he had seen that look in Eragon's eyes before. He had seen in written on his face and within his eyes many a time.
And usually it was on the dawn of battle.
A desire to right the wrong and avenge the fallen. A desire to go back to a time of peace and to restore hope to all those who had lost it.
Just then Roran saw a glimpse of the old Eragon he had known return but as soon as he turned to face his daughter, or who Roran at least felt he could assume was his daughter it vanished and his eyes where once more clouded by the pain that the fallen often caused the living.
Eragon felt as though all the wounds of the past had been wrenched open as he began to speak in a firm but soft and mournful tone. "Arya was…." Eragon possed.
"Yes?"
"Your mother."
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Me: Murtag what are u warring all that for?
(Murtag comes out in a metal leotard type thing and sparing gear.
Murtag: I've decided to use protection!
Me:??????????????????????????????????????????????????
Well I'm er glad u decided to share that but um I'm trying to keep this PG so if you wouldn't mind.
Murtag: You're the one who keeps telling her to kick me in the well between the knees!
Me: (covers Martag's mouth) oh ok that kind of protection I er well um I knew that