Hey guys! I can't get the internet to work on my laptop, but I just realized: thank God for flash drives! So I'll just type on the laptop, and post on a different computer using the awesome portable memory device :D. So… Here's the time skip chapter. I'm skipping ahead 5 years… Read and review!

--Ellesmera. Five years later.--

Kaïdon leaped into the air, yelping as an elf grasped his ankle. "Hey, that's not fair Hayden!" He said, squeezing the elf's wrist and escaping from his grasp. He yelled a spell in the ancient language, and Hayden fell to the ground. Kaïdon took the distraction for granted and broke into his friend's mind. He took a dagger out of his secret sheath in his sock and put it up to his neck.

"Dead." Hayden said for him. "You always win, Kaïdon, yet I'm two years older than you. How do you do it dammit?!"

An older female elf walked up to them then. "Hayden, hun, you don't say words like that." She scolded.

"But you say it all the time Mother!" Hayden protested.

"No I don't. I say it occasionally. But then again, I am seventy years old and you are seven."

Hayden sighed. "Anyways, Kaïdon, how do you do it?"

"I know how to cast spells. I've been building up strength so I can cast stronger ones ever since I was three." Kaïdon said absently. He looked away from his opponent momentarily only to turn back and see him coming at him with a dagger.

"Gëuloth du knífr!" Kaïdon said, calling upon his flow of magic. Instead of going through his leg, the dagger slammed into it, making Kaïdon wince in pain at the sound of a loud crack.

" 'Dull the knife?' What a useful spell!" Hayden looked to Kaïdon's leg, which was bending the wrong way. "Oops… I broke it. I'm sorry!"

Kaïdon shrugged, still in pain but not showing it. "You've done it often enough. I'm used to it now." He kept his weight off of that leg though, keeping it in the air. Hayden's mother walked over, telling Kaïdon to sit down. She voiced a spell and Kaïdon's leg went back to normal.

"Thank you!" Kaïdon said gratefully.

"I wouldn't let anyone go hopping around with a broken leg, Kaïdon-finiarel." She said, telling Hayden that it was time to be schooled. Hayden waved to Kaïdon as he walked away.

Just then Kaïdon realized how drained he was from using his magic. Being so young, he couldn't build up strength very easily. He figured it would get easier in time, as his father told him.

Eragon walked up behind him, approaching in a manner similar to a predator stalking its prey. He hooked his leg under his son's feet, but Kaïdon was quick to learn that trick. He jumped his father's feet, making the older elf tumble in the dirt.

"Hello Father." He said, turning around. A broad smile was on Kaïdon's face.

Arya had watched from a distance and laughed when Eragon was tripped. "Good one, Kaïdon!" She called, jogging up to the two male elves.

"Mother! How have you been?" He hugged his mother's waist, as that was what he could reach.

Arya hugged him back. "I've been fine. I'm sorry I haven't seen much of you lately. That's about to become even less, hun."

Kaïdon looked into his mother's eyes, clueless. "What? I know you're queen of the elves and everything, but why won't I see you much anymore?"

Arya squatted next to her son, coming to eyes level with him. "Kaïdon, your father and I have to go fight in the war against Galbatorix. We may not be back for a few months, maybe even a year or two. I will contact you as often as I can through mirrors, but we won't be here for you. You'll be living with your friend Hayden, and his mother will be in charge of the elves while I am gone with your father. Okay sweetie?" It wasn't like Arya to coo her child, but she wanted to let him know, by cooing him, that she was serious. That she would really be gone for a long time.

Kaïdon frowned slightly. "Are you guys going to come home?" Basically, as Arya knew, he was asking if they would die.

"We will be brought home, alive or dead Kaïdon. This is a dangerous war. Are you strong enough to be able to accept the fact that we may die, and if we do will you be strong enough to make sure that the elves are ruled by the correct leader?"

Kaïdon looked to the floor. "It's not okay, but I know you guys have to do it. I'll… I'll try to be strong enough, Mother." He looked to her, sadness written all over his face, especially in his eyes. "When are you leaving?"

Arya grasped his arms gently. "We'll be leaving tomorrow at sunset." She pulled him into her protecting arms, and he put his small arms around her shoulders. Eragon patted him on the back, squatting near his family. "You'll be fine, kiddo. We'll contact you when we can. You'll act like a man when we're gone, like you always enjoy to, right?"

Kaïdon nodded. Eragon went to wipe the wetness from his face, but Arya was quicker and whipped out a kerchief, gently drying the salty tears. Kaïdon let go of Arya, and she stood at her full height, bearing her weight like a person of authority.

Kaïdon grasped Arya's hand, and Eragon's with his other hand. He walked between them to Tilidarí Hall, and they left him at his quarters.

Kaïdon turned to them before opening the door. His face looked much more mature in the sunset's light. "You'll wake me to say goodbye, right?"

"Of course Kaïdon." Arya kissed his cheek, and Eragon hugged him. Then they turned across the hall and entered their room. Kaïdon smiled after them and opened his quarters, closing his door softly.

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Arya began to kiss Eragon passionately, pressing him against the wall. Eragon's hands went up and down Arya's sides in a sort of pattern of timing, the same timing to Arya's circular rubbing on Eragon's back.

Arya broke the kiss for a second. "This is the last time we'll have privacy for awhile."

Eragon nodded. "I know what you mean, Arya." He pressed his lips against hers, massaging the inside of her mouth gently but just the way she liked it. Arya sighed lightly, kissing him back the way he liked it; intense yet soft at the same time.

Eragon slipped off Arya's bodice quickly, having much practice doing this before, and easily unhooked her bra, letting the articles of clothing fall to the floor. Arya had his shirt off faster than he could move his tongue out of the way. It scraped against the soft muscle, but Eragon's tongue was shortly back inside Arya's mouth. Arya pulled off her pants, and Eragon paused running his hands up and down her sides to remove his own. They had found this easier than taking off each others, because they could still kiss this way.

They kissed naked for a few minutes before Arya jumped, landing with precision and locking her knees to Eragon's hips, pushing herself onto him slowly, letting him feel it, before beginning to kiss him again. She moved her hips in a manner that made their sex have movement, and Eragon figured it would only hinder her if he put her hands on them, so he slipped his hand up to her chest.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders loosely, still kissing him but lighter, as her main focus was what she was doing at her hips. She moved in a pattern, trying to make Eragon and herself feel the best they could from doing this. Eragon began to slowly choke on his breath, and Arya knew she had succeeded with half of her goal. He finally let out the breath in the form of a soft moan, his eyes showing what ecstasy he was in. Arya began kissing him again, and he kissed more forcefully than before, trying to prolong his state.

Arya felt herself begin to enter the same world as Eragon. Suddenly the switch was on, and she moaned with an intense feeling of pleasure into Eragon's open mouth.

Eragon walked, carrying Arya, making her feel more pleasure by the different movement, and fell backwards on the bed. Arya always enjoyed being on the top, not only did it give her more control but when Eragon was on top neither of them had much fun. Females were known to be better at things like sex and kissing; elves, dwarves, and humans alike.

Arya began to move up and down slowly, and almost unnoticeably increasing their speed. She was kissing just as slow as she had sex with him, increasing the pace together. It was the only way Eragon knew she would be going faster: her tongue would move more rapidly in his mouth and he would return the same speed with his tongue, lips, and hip area with a bit more force.

They rolled to the side, giving the bed a new name: battlefield. This was always their game; whoever got the most force in their sex at this point would make their fellow fall off the bed, therefore giving themself the privilege to end the ecstasy when they feel like it.

Arya heard a satisfying thump, leaving her naked on the bed. "Come back up here, Eragon, I won." She rolled onto her back and Eragon was on top of her, as he now had a turn to be on top. He pushed himself into her, moving in and out of Arya with a rapid pace. Soon he was in a lethargic state of ecstasy, but wanted to give Arya the same thing. He pushed himself into her again with as much force as his lethargic body could muster and heard a satisfying moan come from Arya. He grasped her behind the back, rolling onto his and making her the top.

They went on and on for quite awhile, the candles had put themselves out with a single word from Arya in the ancient language. As they began to tire, Arya was content to just sit on Eragon with him inside of her, kissing him lightly.

Eragon pulled his face away for a second. "How about we try something new?" he spoke to her in her mind, and Arya hesitated. "Are you sure you would want to do that?" she asked sitting on him as if it were casual.

"I'm not sure if we'd enjoy it, but we could try it. Do you want to try it?" Arya gave in to Eragon's suggestion, and he slipped lower in the bed, leaving Arya on her hands and lowered knees. He felt something wet enter her: his tongue. He licked her passionately, and her elbows began to unlock. She locked them stiffly, feeling nothing but pleasure as all unsureness fell away.

"Do I taste good?" She asked.

Eragon removed his tongue for a moment. "Delicious as your mouth, honey." He took a long lick, continuing to stick his tongue deeper into her until he heard a loud moan voiced from Arya. At that time he pulled his head up to her head level and Arya fell onto him again, kissing him and looking for a different taste. There wasn't one.

Arya pulled the sheets over her and Eragon, keeping herself on him and kissing him lazily. She put her head on his chest, falling asleep with him hard and still inside of her. He fell asleep just as easily.

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Arya woke at first light, despite all of the action she had been through last night. She slowly slipped off of Eragon, standing naked in the middle of her room.

As usual, she walked to the stream and bent down, washing her face in the freezing water. She smelled blood. A piece of ice had cut her face. She healed the surface wound before any blood dripped from it, realizing it was exactly five years and five months since Kaïdon had been born. She smiled at the thought as she went to make tea.

She took the teabag out of her tea and she felt a pair of lips kissing her collarbone, coming up her neck and ending on her cheek. "Good morning, Arya."

"Good morning Eragon. Did you enjoy last night?"

"Yes, very much. What about you?"

Arya nodded. "You were very good on the top this time. And the new thing…" She mimicked a moan, and Eragon blushed, grasping his neck with his hand then dropping it to his side. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too. We'll have to add that to our routine."

Arya nodded, noticing Eragon was also still naked. His hard-on was probably a different one than last night, however. She drank her tea, handing Eragon a steaming cup.

After tea, Eragon got dressed, reluctantly watching Eragon put on her clothes. She stopped pulling on her underwear when she noticed him staring at her, raising an eyebrow in question.

"I've never gotten tired of staring at your body Arya. You're just so… beautiful." He answered She shrugged, thanking him for the comment, and finished getting dressed. At that moment there was a knock on the door.

Arya opened it, looking down to find Kaïdon rubbing his eye. She ruffled his bed-head mess of hair, noticing he was still clothed in his sleeping attire. She picked him up. "Hey, kiddo. I was just about to go wake you. How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good." He said in a sleepy voice, opening his eyes all the way. He yawned, exposing his perfect teeth. She kissed him on the cheek fondly, handing him off to Eragon who did the same. She belted on her sword, seeing Eragon had done that and added his bow and quiver to his back. She strapped on her arching equipment and followed Eragon to where their dragons were waiting.

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Eragon put Kaïdon on the ground, ruffling his strangely black hair and leading him to Hayden, who was also yawning beside his mother in his sleeping attire. Arya leapt onto her Bhronnë, and Eragon jumped onto Saphira. She raised Wyrda abr Fyrn in salute to her elves. "We will return with Galbatorix's head, or on the shields of our soldiers!"

The elves cheered. Saphira and Bhronnë stretched out their wings, making their scaled glitter in the rising sun, and pushed off the earthy ground, flying southwest in the direction of the war.

Alright, I apologize for getting this thing up so late. The next chapter will probably be up late also, so… sorry for that too. I'm going to have the next chapter up soon though. Review!!!!