Chapter 15

So this is the first proper chapter in a while. I wasn't able to respond to any of the reviews made by people without accounts but I can't be bothered right now. I replied to the ones who do have accounts in Private messages. Two of the reviews from Sebastiaan Asselbergs told me to make something of Arya's random attraction to Eragon and it took me a while to find a suitable reason. The story so far has been a bit hollow, but it was because I was paying attention to the characters more than description. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Osilon was in true fact, a minute village when compared to the immense beauty of Ellesméra. They had spent the night there on their own beddings. The city was in no condition to possibly try to host them as proper guests: reason being the bloodthirsty Riders. The sun rose an hour after Eragon woke up, but Arya was still asleep on his right. Her arm was wrapped around him and he decided not to disturb her.

Saphira and Fírnen had flown off into the forest to hunt for a few animals. Rya had joined the group with Moonstone, who had surprisingly managed to already make a secure mental contact and began to learn words in the ancient language and the language of men. Eragon had been surprised because, as far as he was concerned, dragons didn't learn to speak even the name of their Riders until they were about a few months old. Moonstone had also managed to hunt on his own four days earlier than Eragon had prescribed. Umaroth had explained this to him, saying that the black and white dragons were the most powerful of them, causing only the Riders of such dragons to become the leaders. Vrael being a prime example with Umaroth. He then said that the blue, red, green and gold dragons came next in terms of strength and mental capabilities. He then gave a full list of the colours of dragons and managed to bore Eragon to sleep during their flight the day before.

Arya began to stir a few minutes after he watched the sun rise through the flaps of his tent.

'Good morning handsome,' she said, stretching and arching her back. Eragon blushed heavily. Her praises always seemed to catch him off guard and make him react in awkward ways.

'Good morning,' he replied. 'Did you sleep well?'

'Yes. Did you?' she asked, a wicked smile on her face.

'Sort of. I kept having a lot of erotic dreams.'

She shook violently. Eragon was worried but he soon found out that she was trying to supress a laugh. She laughed hysterically before saying, 'The dreams were because of me. I was in your mind and saw that it was quite empty so I decided to excite it a bit.'

After explaining her motives to him, she began a series of fitful giggles, causing her to fall off the sheets they had slept on and roll over the floor continuously giggling.

'Arya?' he called.

She tried to stop laughing but couldn't do so until she developed hiccups.

'Yes Eragon? Hic!'

'I've made attempts to ask you about this before, but… how did you become so attracted to me all of a sudden?' he asked tentatively.

She looked at him, wearing a pained expression on her face, as if reliving one of the worst pains of her life. She released a laboured sigh and began speaking.

'I will tell you what happened, but I don't want any interruptions, ok?'

'Fine,' he replied, eager to hear what had taken place, causing her to consume him.

'After you left, the elves began mating in large numbers. Within a year, every elf in Ellesméra had found a mate and had children. I however hadn't. Neither had Dathedr. We had had many moments where it had seemed as though we would have been a fine match, but I always had a strange feeling that he wasn't the right person. I couldn't help having a feeling that I would never find a mate, and you already know from a few previous incidents how much I want children. I need your word that you will tell none but Saphira of the next happenings.'

Eragon gave his word and she continued in a saddened, almost embarrassed voice. 'One night, I went to our room in Tialdari hall. I was about to change from the attire I wear in my court when… I saw Dathedr in my room. I reached for the dagger I keep in my glove but he grabbed me and made to use me as he would.'

Eragon was horrified. The anger that boiled within him burned through his senses. He didn't wait to hear any more. This explained the coldness he received from the elven lord. What she had told him also explained what had happened at her court when she had slapped and restrained him to the ground. He looked at Saphira and started walking towards her. He would fly back to Ellesméra and sort this out with the elf's life. He felt a hand close around his left arm and shook it off. Arya grabbed him with both of her arms wrapped around him and tried to hold him back. He turned hard on his left heel and separated her arms. He then pushed her backwards, whether gently or rough he couldn't tell, and turned back to Saphira. The Riders would have to wait for him to return to Osilon or continue without him. He didn't care what happened. He wanted blood. Rya was seated atop of Saphira and spoke something to him. He couldn't hear her due to the blood pounding in his ears. Eragon commanded Saphira to fly back to Ellesméra to settle this matter.