A/N:I'm sure you're dying to know what 'moenie dit vergeet nie' ,means well here goes…(drum roll) 'moenie dit vergeet nie' means don't forget that. Yeah! I know the last chapter was to short but this one is longer- besides the first chapter was merely a teaser- Well here is the second chapter in my fanfic ( applause, dies don't when they start to read)

Chapter 2

Eragon was drowning in his own misery when Saphira came back from hunting looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

"Guess what. Glaedr thinks I have beautiful eyes"

" Yeah great"

" and I beat him when we flew to the mountain. Ek het vir Glaedr gewen"

" Yeah great"

" Okay tell me what's wrong" she demanded smoke escaping from her nostril.

Eragon sighed, it's no use trying to hide his feelings and thoughts from her.

"Have you met Orik's woman"

" Orik actually found someone"

" yes"

" has it anything to do with Arya"

" No!" he snapped meeting her unconvinced gaze "yes"

" ha I knew it it's always about her"

" It's always about Glaedr with you"

" Well he's not actually my type. I see him more as a father figure"

" Still you can't be quite about him"

" just as you can't stop thinking of Arya"

" I can't help it" he yelled out loud " You don't know how I feel"

" Actually I do little one or have you forgotten our minds are connected we are one"

" Yeah, Yeah" Saphira snorted

"Glaedr isn't impressed with the way you've been acting the same as Oromis. You must focus on you're training. Or so help me I will burn you to a crisp" her sapphire eyes were so dark as the smoke clouded before her that Eragon's eyes grew wide with fright.

" Okay Okay I will" she nodded her large scaly head her eyes transforming into a smile.

" I knew you would. Now stand up. Show me you truly want to train" Eragon hated her at that moment, but he obeyed. Dizziness crept into his head from the sudden movement.

" Are you alright" he sighed and slumped back to the grass.

" No I'm not. I'm so depressed I feel I could cry"

" You're right you're an emotional wreck"

" Thanks he grumbled and sighed once more " I need help. I need some sort of healer"

" Why you're not hurt are you"

" Yes in here" he pressed his finger to his chest "I have pain only a spiritual healer can heal"

"and what is a spiritual healer exactly"

" well a spiritual healer can somehow heal the heart and mind"

" Okay if you say so little one"

" I don't know about a 'spiritual healer' but a psychiatrist might just be the person you're looking for"

Eragon's head shot around to see Angela striding up to them, her eyes twinkling. " And it just so happens" she placed her newly made rabbit bone basket on the ground " That I know of a very good psychiatrist"

" really who" Angela smiled

" me of course" Eragon gasped

" You"

" Yes me. I'm a woman of many talents. I'm a herbalist, witch, assassin" she gave a high-pitched laugh " Oh my did I say that…but I'm a psychiatrist as well"

" Can I trust her to help me" Eragon asked Saphira trying to stay calm so that Angela won't notice that they were talking about her.

" Why not. She has helped us a lot in the past" Eragon had to admit that Saphira was right, as always. He turned back to Angela.

" Are you sure you can help me"

" of course" she still smiled

" Can you heal my broken heart and aching mind"

"I'm a pretty good psychiatrist if I do say so myself"

" So it's a yes" she blinked

" Didn't I just say that"

"Er…"

" well there's no time to loose" Angela interrupted binding down before her rabbit bone basket and taking out a piece of parchment and a rather large purple quill. She placed herself on a nearby rock and scribbled something on the parchment , before shifting her eyes to Eragon.

" Make yourself comfortable and I'll ask you some questions" Eragon did and Angela cleared her throat." Do you know why your heart is broken and your mind is aching?"

Eragon coulsn't help it. He blurted out everything, his true feelings for Arya, the fact that she doesn't love him back and how he can't seem to stop thinking about her.

While he spoke Angela made notes nodding her head every now and them. Saphira was snoozing beneath a tree her paws tucked under her head with the tip of her tail moving slightly as to say she's still hearing everything.

When Eragon finally stopped he was out of breath. Angela seemed lost in thought when she snapped back and smiled

" By giving liberty to thine eyes. Examine other beauty's"

" excuse me?" Angela rolled her eyes.

" Don't you know what I'm telling you"

" No" Eragon shook his head

" Kids today" Angela muttered, but her expression immediately changed to her normal smile. " I'm just saying that you should look at other woman and maybe you will find someone else and forget about Arya" He was shocked by her words; he could never forget Arya, never.

" well you know Eragon" she smiled mischievously " I have a friend who is in search of a man and I think you will like her very much. You see this year she's turning a hundred and ten years old and she's a human like you, well sort of"

" Er…I don't think…"

" But I thought you fancied woman a hundred years older then yourself"

" No I…"

" Why the sudden change of mind"

" I… er Saphira help me"

" I won't this is too entertaining "she was till lying under the tree with one eye open. Angela smiled

" Won't you answer my question"

" I…" before he could finish she dropped the quill and parchment into her basket and picket it up

" Look at other woman" she smiled cheerfully " Well then Good day to you Eragon, Saphira and happy Monkey Pilgrim day"

Eragon and Saphira exchanged confused looks as she strided of into the shadows humming a strange song.

"Monkey Pilgrim day?" Eragon asked

" Must be a herbalist/ witch/ assassin/ psychologist believe or something" Eragon smiled and to his surprise it wasn't at all painful.

" yes or maybe it's just Angela"

A/N:Lets just say that we are doing Romeo and Juliet in school at the moment and those strange words Angela tells Eragon is exactly the same words Benvolio tells to Romeo. Well that's my story and in the next chapter I will tell you what ' ek het vir Glaedr gewen' mean. In the mean time you might as well review (applause) thank you, you were wonderful readers