Here's Chapter two! Omg it's here! Enjoy!
Chapter: Two
Eragon stifled a yawn. Saphira, Arya, and himself had been flying for eight hours without stopping. Arya was asleep behind Eragon in the saddle. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist and the inside of her thighs pressed against his hips, and her head was resting gently on his shoulder. It was nearly night time.
Eragon reached out to saphira with his mind, Saphira, The night is rapidly approaching, we had better find someplace to camp.
She sent him a mental nod, I will look for a spot in which we can camp for the night. You should start waking Arya up.
Eragon turned his head slightly and looked upon the woman who had stolen his heart. He shook his head, No, I'll let her rest.
Saphira spotted a suitable clearing in the middle of a thick cluster of trees, there was a stream nearby at which they could replenish their water. She angled towards the clearing, beginning her descent. She landed with a dull thud, causing birds to flee, flying from the tops of the trees and away. Eragon attempted to free himself from Arya's hold without waking her, but to no avail. The beautiful elf's eyes fluttered open, revealing swirling pools of emerald. Eragon's breath caught upon seeing her eyes. Arya eyed Eragon up and down slowly, her eyes stopping to gaze into his. She looked as if she had been having a pleasant dream.
"Sleep well?" Eragon asked.
Arya nodded slightly, "Indeed I did, Eragon."
Eragon swung his leg over the saddle, and slid off of Saphira, landing gracefully. Arya quickly followed suit.
Eragon pulled the two saddlebags that contained their blankets, and food, and began setting up the camp, while Arya ventured off into the woods to gather fire wood. When Arya returned, carrying a bundle of wood, Eragon had successfully set up camp, and was sitting leaned up against Saphira. Eragon moved to help get the fire going, but the look that Arya shot at him stopped him.
Arya sighed inwardly, "Eragon... How many times must we cover this? I am not a frail human woman. I am quite capable of helping myself."
Eragon slumped against Saphira, "Appologies, Arya, It is a hard habit to break."
Arya only nodded in response, while she brought the fire to life. They ate a small dinner of bread and fruit, and afterwards sat gazing at the fire, enjoying the peacefulness of the night. Eragon's gaze drifted onto Arya more than once, still trying to gather the courage to ask her what was troubling her.
You look like a frightened sheep, Eragon. Ask her! Saphira said to Eragon through their mental connection.
I am trying to, Saphira! I am afraid of ruining our friendship. I may not b e able to have Arya as a lover, but I do not want to loose her as a friend. Eragon replied.
Saphira huffed at him in response. Eragon sighed, then looked at Arya. His heart skipped a beat when he found her studying him intensly. "A...Arya?" Eragon sheepishly asked.
Arya arched a brow inquisitively, although the rest of her face remained an emotionless mask, "Yes?"
Eragon sucked in a deep breath, "What is it that troubles you as of late, Other than Glaedr and Oromis's passing?"
Eragon could have sworn that he saw something flash in her emerald eyes before she replied, "Why do you presume that there is something more that troubles me other than their passing, Eragon?"
"You have been acting quite strange the past few days. I am curious As to what the cause is."
Arya looked up at the stars, then sighed, seemingly troubled. Something was definatly bothering Arya. When she looked back at Eragon, he was shocked to see not a impassive mask, but a vulnerable, troubled, and emotional Arya. "You."
Eragon stared at her dumbly for a moment, then blinked, "Me?" Eragon furiously tried to think of something he said or did in order to trouble Arya.
Arya shook her head, knowing that he was thinking that he himself was at fault, not the other way around. "Eragon, you have done nothing wrong."
"Then how am I the source of your troubles?" Eragon asked, completely oblivious to what she was meaning.
Arya opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it. She sighed once more and looked at the fire, mesmerized by the dancing flames.
Eragon sat completely still, hardly breathing, waiting for Arya's response.
Arya looked up slowly, something he had never seen before in her eyes,
"Eragon, I ..."
That's when Eragon heard the Arrow being released, and watched, horrified as the wicked, poisoned arrowhead plunged straight into Arya's heart.
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