I'm sorry for being gone for so long, guys! I'm back now though, so this story is back to its awesomeness! As for those plans in Michigan, I may have internet access those days, but if I don't please don't kill me. Then this story won't end. Anyways back into the world of Eragon and Arya!

Disclaimer: If Arya was mine, I would be writing the Inheritance Cycle on her. Not Eragon.

Illyria left Saphira and Arya to grieve in peace and went to shut the doors that Saphira had opened. Her assistant helped her, and she ordered him to lie down after. He was pale and sweaty, which is not a good condition to work with spells. She checked on Conan, putting a cool rag on his forehead so he may sleep better. Arya's crying had silenced and the only sound in the room was the steady breathing for sleeping creatures.

She walked quietly to Eragon's bed, finding Arya asleep on his chest. She gently lifted the distraught elf and placed her on a cot near Eragon's. Saphira's great sapphire head was resting on the foot of Eragon's bed. She smiled and lifted Eragon's feet on top of the dragon's head, making sure to keep the blood flow going. It wasn't as if she would ever have the strength to move a dragon, so she was thankful for Saphira's position.

Attempting to reach out to feel Eragon's consciousness, she stopped dead when she felt the blackness.

It can't be. This hasn't happened in years.

But all the signs are there. It's true.

No, he's our king and father of the heir and most experienced Dragon Rider alive.

But it's true.

Illyria argued with herself, thoughts of bad always replacing thoughts of good. She finally couldn't handle lying to herself anymore. She realized full well that Eragon may never wake up again. Or he may wake up in a few hours. It all depended upon his will to live.

Eragon is in a coma.

His will to live depended upon his life, and the life of all elves and refugees, possibly the new elf queen, depended on his living. His dragon's sanity depended on his living. So much rests in the hands of a young man… but will the young man survive to tell the tale of his attack?

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Arya awoke in the light of burning candles. She felt canvas below her, and metal piping holding it from the ground. She sat up quickly, taking in the scents of herbs and the very scent of magic weaving itself into spells to save. Taking in her surroundings, she realized she was in the infirmary.

All of her memories came flooding to her, and before she could take in a breath Illyria was beside her, soothing her with small words. Arya gasped in surprise. She tried to refrain from hyperventilating, but to no avail. Illyria whispered in the ancient language, trying to calm her down. It only scared her, because Illyria couldn't say the phrase that meant the most to her:

"Everything will be fine. Eragon is fine, he will live."

"He's not going to live, is he?" Arya said through ragged breaths.

Illyria was silent until all breathing was calm in the room. "You mustn't endanger your child like that. Promise me you will not do that again." Arya nodded, muttering the words in the ancient language. Illyria was satisfied with that, and continued.

"King Eragon was forced into battle to save an elf named Conan's life. I do not yet know what it is he battled, but it was more powerful than even an elf. He carried Conan into here, telling me the man's life was in danger. After I treated Conan I asked the king if he had any injuries, and he said 'none that I know of.' At that second his blood began to stream from his back and he lost consciousness, falling to the floor.

"I couldn't completely heal him without drawing some energy from his ring, but by then he had lost too much blood. Queen Arya, King Eragon is in a self-induced coma. It was not the kind you put yourself in when he had rescued you, it was an automatic response of his body. I am not sure if he will be able to conquer the coma. Many do not live from it. I am sorry, my queen."

Silent tears streamed down Arya's face. "So you are going to keep him here to be sure he gets proper care?" Her voice was unsteady.

"Yes, I am. You will sleep anywhere but here, as I do not think it is proper for a queen to stay in the infirmary. While it is still dark outside, I will perform an examination on you and your child. Please come this way." Illyria stepped off into the back of the long room, waiting for Arya to follow into a small room.

"Take off of your clothing." Illyria said absentmindedly. She was writing into a notebook with a quill, dipping it into the black ink occasionally. The scrabbling of the tip was the only sound besides Arya shedding her clothing, exposing her growing child.

Illyria did an overall exam to Arya, along with checking her belly with a measuring tape. She was pleased with the results. "You are right on track with your pregnancy, Arya. Just be careful with your child. Remember, only train with your bow until you give birth."

Arya nodded, taking the advice without actually hearing it. She was told to replace her clothing, and Illyria walked out of the room.

Arya soon retired from the room as well, noticing the sun rising from its deathbed once more, just as every other day would begin. This was not every other day, however. She belted on her sword and left the infirmary, kissing Eragon's head before leaving.

"Saphira, come now. You have a job to do." Arya patted her head, and the dragon opened one of her eyes.

Now?

"Yes. Now. Saphira, we will visit Eragon later."

Saphira sighed, letting Arya drape Eragon's feet around her neck before safely standing. She shook herself and left through the open dragon's doors. Arya noticed that Conan was missing. Must've left while I was being examined, She thought.

She walked among the elves of Ellesmera, noticing they avoided her eyes. She avoided other's eyes also, heading for her safe haven.

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Bhronnë was stretching in the sunlight, his scaled body glistening with incredible beauty. Arya tugged on her leather sword belt, longing to unsheathe her blade and confront the very being that had hurt her mate. He opened an emerald eye lazily.

Hello, Little One.

She sat against Bhronnë's exposed underside, pressing herself into him with quiet sobs. She murmured her unintelligible words into his scales, but he could hear her mind. He knew already what was troubling his Rider.

It will be fine, Arya. Just believe in his will to live. Eragon is stronger than you think.

"Thank you for your words, Bhronnë. And isn't Saphira looking for you?"

No, she has taught all she can to me. It has been four months of training, and she sort of… cannot train me anymore anyways.

Arya looked skeptical. "What is wrong with Saphira?"

Do you remember the night when Saphira and I… you know, mated?

"Yes, I'll remember for the rest of my life, probably." Arya made a face, and then her look turned into surprise. "What is going on with all of this? First time I mated with Eragon we get a child, and now Saphira?"

Bhronnë looked proud. I am happy. She is due around a week before you are.

Arya's eyebrows rose. "Oh really? Well that isn't fair."

Bhronnë laughed at her joke. They sat and talked for awhile before Saphira came flying over. Hello, Bhronnë. I hear you've told her our news.

Yep! Bhronnë smiled happily.

Saphira rolled onto her back, exposing three small bumps above the place between her hind legs.

"Three eggs? And I am only giving birth to one child!"

Well, the eggs are about the size of a human newborn, as you saw with Bhronnë, and I am much larger in proportion to you where… well, you know what I am talking about. Saphira said beating around the bush for Bhronnë's sake.

"Yes, I get what you mean." Arya hugged both dragons, hanging between their necks.

You haven't ridden me yet, Arya. How about now, I will be easy with you. Bhronnë said.

"Yes, be easy. Saphira, would you like to come?" Saphira nodded and Arya spoke a spell that would protect her from Bhronnë's scales and climbed onto his emerald back. The dragons spread their great wings and rose from the ground, slowly but with enough speed to be soaring above the treetops in seconds.

Arya smiled, loving to be in her natural place as Dragon Rider, and whooped with delight at the feeling of wind stinging her face and loving how she felt so free.

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Arya stood up, the whole banquet silenced. "I have news. Saphira and Bhronnë, my dragon, are going to bring us eggs with their relationship. Saphira is pregnant."

The elves cheered with delight, and rose their glasses to the dragons in salute.

So, that's the best I could do right now. I'm distracted. Sorry, I'll get another one of these up really soon guys!

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