Back again with a new chapter that honestly, has more drama than Grey's Anatomy lol Anyway, I promised you a ExA fight and here it is!

Have you guys seen the new Harry Potter movie? I saw it Friday and I absolutely loved it! As soon as it finished I wanted to watch it again, even in Italian, which, coming from me is certainly saying something! R&R, guys!

Chapter 13

Arya watched in utter disgust as Eragon pressed his lips and body to Trianna's. He seemed just as eager as she, to her upmost disappointment. From the moment of his arrival in the Varden, Arya always knew that the witch, along with most of the women shared a common infatuation. It was nothing more than lust and attraction to the power that the young boy, nay man, held upon Alagaesia.

They knew nothing of his true character and that was probably what upset the elf the most: the fact that he would willingly give up his beliefs for a mere kiss. The pair did not seem to notice Arya's presence, nor did they give any sign of stopping what they were doing. I cannot believe this.

The elf was now faced with two choices. either interrupt them and berate Eragon for not seeing the foolishness of his actions and for not seeing that Trianna held not real interest in him, if not for his position of power. But then again, how could she in good conscience deny him a few moments of tranquility. His actions may have aged him beyond his years, but he was still an eighteen year old boy, prone to the kind of behaviour he was now exibiting. He was forced to grow up, for the sake of the world; a world that had placed an unbelievably heavy burden upon upon his shoulders.

Her other choice would be to simply ignore the couple and ignore the sharp pang of jealosy that began to course through her the moment she saw their locked lips. Could she manage to continue their already strained relationship? For the sake of the world, she hoped she could.

Deciding it would be best to leave, lest she threaten Trianna in a strictly unladylike manner. That would be a sight to see she mused. She left the couple alone to go and retrieve Eridor from Saphira. Arya hoped that the dragoness was clueless to the events happening in the tent.

Dusk was fast approaching as the elf glided through the tents gracefully, avoiding painful eye contact with the men and women, searching for her Eridor, her other half. It still seemed strange to her that she was now part of an ancient order, sworn to protect every race in Alagaesia.

Arya spotted the two dragons in the same clearing as beore, clearly enjoying the last few minutes in the sun. As soon as the little emerald dragon caught sight of his Rider, he jumped of Saphira's back and gleefully ran towards Arya.

Eridor squeaked in delight at seeing her again. She rubbed his belly affectionately, equally happy to see him.

He is quite the adventurer said Saphira He decided that he wanted to climb a tree, but unfortunately he did not know how to get down she added with a chuckle. Arya smiled a little.

Thank you for watching him she replied.

It was no trouble, Emerald-Eyes. It was my pleasure to watch over such a beautiful hatchling. I predict he shall be a mighty warrior.

Please tell Eragon that I wish to speak to him when he returns. That was a definitely a conversation she wished to avoid, however that option was not available.

Were you just speaking with him a few minutes ago? asked Saphira, confusion evident in her voice. He has blocked me from his mind and I just assumed he was talking to you, Drottingu.

Nay, he was.. otherwise preoccupied. It was hard not to miss the sadness, etched across her beautiful face as she said this.

With that she picked up her dragon and left a rather puzzled dragon to ponder her final words. Before exiting the small forest, Arya made sure there was no one in the close vicinity. She did not want anyone to discover Eridor's existence just yet.

Arya lay on her bed for what seemed like hours, simply talking to the curious hatcling who seemed to take her every word to heart, even though he could not fully understand her. She taught him words, matching each one with an image. He could now say her name as well as Eragon's, Saphira's and Nasuada's. When she heard a noise outside her tent, Arya drew her sword, ready to protect the little dragon who was now perched on her shoulder, growling or squeaking at the intruder.

"Arya.. It's Eragon." said a quiet voice. She recognized his face and immediately put away her Elven blade. He stared at her, trying to guess the reason for her wanting to speak with him.

"Eragon, do you know what you have done?" she asked cooly. The blue Rider was initially shocked by her cold demeanor, but quickly recovered.

"I.." he couldn't even continue, as she shot him an icy glare.

"Do you have any idea what your actions would do to the Varden if they have.. unpredicted consequences?" she yelled. "Not only is your reputation at stake as a vassal to Nasuada, but mine as well!"

Eragon still had no idea what she was talking about. "Have you no respect?" she continued. "You should know that Trianna is nothing more than a power-seeking witch, that holds no real interest in you!" Eragon sighed.

"Yes, and I'm sure you do." he spat. "Does anyone have any real interest in me? Everyone here expects me to defeat Galbatorix, the only person who actually seems to care for me is Saphira!"

"So, I am to assume that you simply do not care to be used and you are forgetting your duty to Alagaesia, then? You are a Dragon Rider, but at the moment all I see is a boy who only cares about himself!"

"You forget your place! I have been forced to grow up and watch as the Empire killed my father and forced my brother into slavery. You know nothing of pain!" As soon as his final words escaped his lips, he regretted them.

Father, Faolin, Mother. All the faces of the people she lost to the war flashed through her mind.

"You forget who you are speaking to, Shurtugal. I will not stand for such impertinance. Leave." she said in a sharp voice. If looks could kill.. thought Eragon.

Eragon left somewhat dumbfounded. What did he say? Sudden realization hit him as he carefully played back his words. What have I done?

Indeed, what has Eragon done? Idiot..

A little warning: over the next few weeks I've got more friends from England coming over for a holiday and it's going to be more difficult for me to keep up with my updates. I'll try my best to write in the evenings, but I can't make promises D:

One more thing, I don't whether to post a chapter where Arya has a go at Trianna. I already have a draft for it, but I don't know.. What do you guys think? Is it a pointless idea or do you want me to post it? R&R!