Right, so the next two chapters are mostly fillers until we get to Gil'ead. Yeahh! But I'm not extremely happy with it. I'd like to thank you guys for the reviews and the alerts, I really appreciate them.
Chapter 3
Two people sat on a stone bench in the gardens of Tialdarí Hall. They were surrounded by the most beautiful flowers; the woman reached out and picked her favourite: the Black Morning Glory and held it in her palm. She seemed to be relaxing and enjoying what was a marvelous day. The sun was shining, birds were singing and she was happy to finally settle down with the man she loved.
The man stared at her with his chocolate brown eyes, he too was enjoying the day but most importantly the sight before him. The woman was wearing an emerald dress, much like the colour of her eyes, it was intricate yet simple and it only complimented her natural beauty. Her hair graciously fell on her back almost reaching her waist. A strand of raven black hair caressed her cheek and the man reached out and tucked it behind her pointed ear. His hand lingered on her cheek and he began to stroke it.
After what seemed like an eternity the man leaned closer and ever so gently places his lips upon hers for the sweetest of kisses. He smiled at her as they broke apart. They stayed that way until the woman said the the three words that melted his heart. "I love you."
Arya awoke all of a sudden. I love him. Once again her more rational side took over and shoved her emotions into the dephts of her mind, not allowing them to resurface. She could not slip back into her trance and instead of waiting quietly in her tent, she decided to go for a walk to clear her head of the memories of her dream; she was to meet Eragon, Saphira and Nasuada in three hours and she did not want her thoughts to linger on him more than necessary.
She wasn't walking in any particular direction, her feet merely wandered to the nearby forest that surrounded Feinster. Walking through the trees seemed to trigger a faint memory of her childhood in Ellesméra.
Arya was no more than six years old when she discovered the death of her father, King Evandar. At the time she running through the gardens, her favourite place in the whole of Alagaesia. She was approached by her mother, requesting her to go to her quarters while she deal with matters of the upmost importance.
Arya had always been a stubborn child and this kind of behaviour was often encouraged by her father. He spoiled her; afterall she was his only child. The princess did not make her way to her room, instead she purposely followed her mother to the council room. The walls in the hallway were ornated with hundreds of fairths depicting the Great Riders and Kings and Queens of the Elves. Arya's favourite, however, was one rappresenting her mother and father. It was placed just across from the council room. She often gazed upon it with her shining emerald eyes that she inherited from her father, with wonder. Her mother was always a proud woman, regal and often cold even with her own daughter, but somehow her eyes seemed to soften in the fairth. They were filled with joy, love and kindness as she held her mate's hand. Evandar stood next to her, amusement gleaming from his eyes.. He was a tall man, even for the elves and a body build that resembled that of the Riders. At his side stood the famous Drotting sword, the sword that had been in his family for generation. It wasn't a typical Elven blade. It was of an exotic design, with a thick broad blade and a hilt that was thinner than most. Arya simply stared at her two parents, forgetting her reason for staying in the hallway.. She was interrupted by the shouting that suddenly erupted from the council room. It was a cry of anguish and despair. She moved closer to the door with the intent of discovering the elf that produced such a sound. Her Elven ears only picked up a few words "..dead..", "..the King..", "..Morzan..". At that point Arya decided she had heard enough; tears roamed freely down her face and she once again ran..
Arya did not want to continue her trail of thought with that particular memory, it was too painful. She stopped by a nearby tree that somewhat resembled the one just outside her quarters in Tialdari Hall. She sat down and silently observed the forest around her. The moon shone through the trees and created the beautiful shade of white and dark blue that engulfed all that surrounded the princess. There was a sudden movement and a dark figure approached. Arya immediately regretted not having her sword with her; she would have to rely on her magic skills to defeat the opponent. She was not sure if her mental barriers would hold in that moment, too many thoughts threatened to overwhelm her.
As the dark figure approached she still couldn't make out a face. She expanded her mind and found that the person that continued his/her way was well educated: she could not infiltrate his/her mind. Arya couldn't cry for help as no one would hear her and her pride wouldn't allow it. Barzûl Why o why did I have to go for a walk she thought as the figure continued to advance in her direction.
Once the figure moved closer she recognized her and sighed.
Ah the first cliffhanger. Who is it? You're only going to find out if you read the next chapter so bear with me people! Please, R&R.