A/N: I am so so so sorry it took so long. This story is a lot harder for me to write than my other story 'decisions.' I don't know why other than the fact that Saphira is gone, so it is harder...
Disclamer: I don't own Eragon. (obviously)
Eragon had never known an hour to take so long. He had grabbed all the things he needed, and sprinted to the city gate all in fifteen minutes. Now he was waiting for Arya, and was becoming inpatient.
'Why does it take women so long to get ready?' He thought to himself. He waited a few seconds for a response, but none came. Emotion grabbed Eragon, sinking him lower into himself than before. He could feel he was loosing himself, but to who?
"Are you ready?" Arya asked, walking up to the rider. He tried to reply, but his words got caught in his throat so he merely nodded. She turned to face Nasuada, who was sitting on her war horse not far away.
"Hurry and return, so we can end this war." Nasuada said, straightening her back. Eragon could tell she didn't want to let them go, and he couldn't blame her. Even though he didn't have Saphira anymore, he was still just as powerful as Arya. They were the most powerful in the whole of the Varden, and if Thorn and Murtagh choose to attack they would be in trouble.
Turning his back on the tents he began to run, slowly at first and then he picked up the pace until he was running at a full on sprint. He forced himself to go faster, channeling all his anger, pain, and hatred into speed.
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They ran through the whole day, and that night. When the next day came, still they did not stop. Several times Eragon looked at Arya, trying to decide if she needed a rest. Each time, she just gave him a small smile and ran faster. They ran through the next night, and day as well. Eragons legs were burning, and the base of his skull throbbed each time his feet hit the ground. Several times his vision blurred, or was rimmed with red. He was exhausted, but would not stop. Each step brought him closer to revenge, something he would never give up.
When they had been running for three straight days, Eragon felt Arya's mind brush against his. He hesitantly let her in, not knowing how she would react to his state of mind. He was filled with anger, and hatred as he had been running on that alone for a year. The only thing that kept him going was the need to avenge his dragon, he had only just recently relized that.
'I need to rest Eragon.' She said, before wincing. 'I did not know you hurt so much...'
'We can rest at that small grove of trees up ahead.' He said, before closing the contact.
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They continued on like this for several days, taking occasional breaks. On the eighth day of running, Eragon could see the shinning water before them. A large boat was floating in the water, with pure white sails. The dark wood was carved to perfection, each little curve was obviously worked hard on. A tall elf stood near the boat, with his hands behind his back. His face was twisted into a scowl, like he was thinking hard. His long black hair hung loose over his shoulders, down to his mid back.
"Ah, shade slayers." He said, bowing slightly. "I am glad you made such good time. My name is Aelaias, I am the captain of this boat."
"Nice to meet you." Eragon said, not bothering for the traditional greeting.
"When do we cast off?" Arya asked, panting slightly.
"Tomorrow at dawn, if that is okay?" Aelaias said.
"That will be fine." Eragon said "May I see the scroll?"
"Of course, follow me." Me said, turning on his heals. They walked onto the boat, and into a large room. It was full of maps, and books which were scattered everywhere. There was one table in the center of the room, with only two papers on it. One had some sort of writing Eragon did not recognize, and the other was a map.
"Is this it?" Arya asked, lightly brushing the paper with one finger.
"Aye this tells us the exact location of the Rock of Kuthain, which in turn tells us the location of the Vault of Souls."
"Why has no one discovered this before?" Eragon asked
"It took us over a hundred years to translate the ancient script. We believe it is a language from the elves true home, but we are not sure. The only reason we are able to read it now is we found this buried deep in a cave near Ellesmera." Aelaias said, walking over to another pile of papers. "It has our language, and the language on this paper. We were able to make connections, and there for read that scroll." He pointed to the scroll on the table.
"I see, and is this where we are headed?" Arya said, placing her finger on a circled island on the map.
"Aye, Vroengarg. We will have to be weary of the large beasts that dwell on that island."
"Then we shall be." Eragon said "but we will not give up, no matter how large they are."
"Of course not shade slayer. You two look hungry, aye?"
"Indeed we are." Arya said, glancing at Eragon.
"The kitchens are just down the hall allow me to show you." He said, walking out of the door. Eragon and Arya followed out into the large hall way, well large for a boat anyway.
"This is your room Arya, and this is yours Eragon." Aelaias said, pausing to point at to doors. "The kitchen is at the end of the hall, on the right side. Tell them I say to give you anything you want. After you eat you should get some rest, it will not take long to reach Vroengarg." Eragon nodded and watched the elf walk down the hall way, and back into the room they had just left.
"Come Eragon, let us eat." Arya said, before walking down the hall way. But Eragon stayed where he was, staring at the empty hall way. He could hear Arya's foot steps stop and her sweet voice say she would like some bread.
"Are you coming Eragon?" She yelled.
"Coming." he responded, before turning and walking away.
A/N: Oh wait, why was Eragon watching Aelaias? O.O did any of you guys think that was weird? Well I'll give you a hint: You should think it is weird! :)
I hope everyone appreciates this because I am putting off school to write! So I better get reviews okay?
Reply to Jatkins: Thanks. I am trying to fix all spelling errors, but I am really busy so I don't have a ton of time to proof read...I'm sorry.
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