Guys, come on! I've given you 3 chapters in less than a week! I'd to thank those who thought my story is worth continuing and those who found my mad theory interesting. Anyway this is a lousy filler. I know, I know you want action, but believe me you're going to love what I have in store for you in the next chapters. Hope you like it! R&R people! R&R! Even if you think it's rubbish, tell me what's wrong and I'll try my best to fix it.

Chapter 6

As Arya walked through the bustling Varden camp, her mind was almost completely detached from her body and the activities surrounding her. Her mind was more preoccupied with thinking of a way ti conceil her previous conversation from Eragon. The princes lacked self-control in his presence and although she was bound by oath she was hard-pressed not to give something away.

Just another secret she thought rather miserably.

More than one soldier glanced in her direction with lustful eyes. To the human eye Arya was far more than fair. Her raven locks fell graciously from her head, hiding more often than not, two pointed ears. Her face, under the usual unemotional mask, was regal and fierce. A description fit for a Shadeslayer, a warrior and an elf. But underneath the shell and the mask lay the nature of a princess. Her eyes were most striking. Her two emerald orbs were as green as the Du Weldenvarden forest and just as deep.

Among the elves, however, Arya was not considered beautiful. Her rebellious nature thwarted away many suitors, much to her amusement and much to the dismay of her mother. Such playfullness and lack of seriousness was not tolerated by the elves. But, alas, this side of Arya was not known to the world except in the presence of a certain Rider.

After her imprisonment in Gil'ead and after the death of her beloved Faolin, she was sure she would spend eternity mourning his loss, destined to never love again. How wrong she was.

Faolin. She sighed. She missed him deeply. Most of all she missed his company; their conversations could last hours and neither party would feel the need to retire.

"Good morning, Arya." greeted a voice that stopped her train of thought. She had walked through the entire camp without even noticing. Her eyes flicked to the person in front of her. Eragon. He stood a few feet away from her with a smile plastered across his face and yet it was not a happy one, for it did not reach his eyes. His beautiful chocholate brown eyes. As she studied him more carefully, she noticed the deep purple circles under his eyes. He looked as if he had not slept in days. She frowned, promising herself to question him later.

Realising she had yet to respond, she greeted him back in the same manner.

"Good morning, Eragon." His face seemed to brighten slightly at her demeanor. The Rider was beggining to place two fingers to his sternum when she interrupted him.

"Eragon, there is no need. We are friends, are we not?" He blushed.

"Um.. Yes.. Well.." was all he could say.

Arya ignored his stutter and begain to walk towards Saphira, Nasuada, and Blodgharm when she called after Eragon who was locked in the same position of a few moments ago. Eragon was in awe of her. The princess chuckled. How the Rider still loved her after the Agaetì Blodhren dumbfounded her. Perhaps there was still.. No, no, no. Not today she told herself. In the meantime Eragon seemed to have awoken and was now walking alongside Arya.

Saphira lay in the sun, basking in its warmth. The sunlight reflected beautifully off of her sapphire scales creating a wonderous spectacle.

"Greetings, Lady Nasuada." she said once she caught sight of the Lady of the Varden who was standing on the other side of the great dragon. She moved to perform the traditional Elven greeting with the male elf, who, once completed, nodded with "Drottingu".

The dragon opened an eye and blinked in aknowledgement in Arya's direction.

"Now then, you are to retrn in a week's time for the Varden will have need of you for the preparations of the siege of Belatona. I bid you farewell." with that left Nasuada towards Jormundur who grew impatient of waiting for his Lady.

Blodgharm was quietly conversing with Eragon as Arya walked closer to the sapphire dragon.

I am happy you are joining us said Saphira.

It is an honour to accompany you, Brightscales replied the princess.

Bah! Elves and their honour. I believe I speak for my Rider when I say that we enjoy your company Emerald Eyes Saphira, believing the conversation was over, once again closed her eyes.

"Are we ready?" asked Eragon. For the first time in four days, Arya thought she saw the first true smile that graced his features. Arya barely managed a nod.

The Rider climbed expertly onto his dragon's back and sat comfortably in his saddle and offered a hand to the elf, which she glady accepted. If Arya had to be perfecly honest with herself, she could have easily jumped on without the Rider's help, but she could not resist. As Saphira jumped into the air with ease, Eragon wrapped his arms around her waist protectively. She let out a sigh in contentment. True she was going to see her mother, an event which she dreadded with all her heart, but she was not going to miss the opportunity to say goodbye to Oromis and Glaedr that over the years had become father figures to her. And of course she would assist Eragon in finding the last egg, that hopefully would hatch for someone the Varden's ranks giving the rebels another hope in the war against the tyrant king Galbatorix.

So, what do you think? Right, guys. This is really really important. The fate of Murtagh is in your hands. He's not my favourite character, so honestly I wouldn't mind killing him and being done with it, BUT I'm giving you the chance to save him if you want to. I'm setting up a poll on my profile exactly for this purpose, so if you want him to live vote YES, if you want me to kill him eventually vote NO. R&R!