Hey guys I'm back. Now again, I need to let you know that updating may become less than every other day. My mom has limited my computer usage to two hours a day, not nearly enough to write a quality chapter. Plus I have more than Fanfiction to check on for the internet… I apologize I was so faithful for the first like two weeks and now it's not going too well… Oh well you guys still enjoy the story right? Well here's a nice long chapter for you!
Disclaimer: I do not own… you know what forget it. You all know that the Inheritance Cycle would most likely not be in the hands of a GIRL. [Since Chris P is obviously a GUY.]
Arya stood and stretched, yawning as the dawn's light began to filter through the dark tent's flaps. She looked to Eragon, who was still sleeping, and pulled off her clothes to change. She had just finished putting on her leather bodice when a messenger came into the tent. She jumped in surprise. "Oh, hello Jarsha."
Jarsha blinked. "Oh, I'm sorry to have walked in on you changing, mi'lady."
Arya shrugged. "I'm dressed now. What is it?"
"Nasuada wants to see you and Eragon as soon as you put on your armor."
"Alright, I will wake Eragon and we will see her soon." Arya dismissed Jarsha and began pulling on her armor, which was thick but stretchable so that she could be flexible in battle. Chainmail-like pieces were attached to certain vial areas as so she would be protected more there. She was slipping on her vambraces when Eragon yawned, stretching.
"Get on your armor. Nasuada wants to see us soon." Arya said, buckling Wyrda abr Fyrn to her belt. She stood, her raven hair tied back in a loose tail, as it had grown quite longer since she had Kaïdon, and her pointed ears immediately blended with her face features.
Eragon stood, stumbling a bit and yawning. "Aye, I'll be ready soon."
Arya helped a sleepy Eragon into his armor. When they were leaving, Arya splashed icy water on his face without warning. Eragon yelped, wiping the frigid liquid off of him and smiling. He at least looked more awake for Nasuada.
Eragon and Arya stepped inside Nasuada's tent only to see her and Jormundur kissing furiously, her tongue playing inside his mouth. Arya politely coughed, signaling to them that she was there, and Nasuada broke from Jormundur, blushing furiously. Jormundur looked awkward. "I am sorry about that, Arya."
Arya waved it off. "It is fine. I am glad you have found someone for yourself, Nasuada. And it's not like most couple don't kiss, after all." She laughed lightly, and Eragon blushed, embarrassed.
Nasuada chuckled, and she pointed to the table. "Let us sit." She said. The four people sat around the small table, waiting for Nasuada to speak.
"We will head out to the battle sites now, as our army is ready and controlled. With two Dragon Riders here we will most surely win, as I hear Murtagh and Thorn have gone missing from Galbatorix's clutches. I also hear, although it is a lost rumor, that Shruikan is not very cooperative for his Rider."
Eragon nodded in thick agreement. In an argumentative tone, though he wasn't arguing, he said, "Well, Galbatorix bastardized that dragon. Don't you think you'd disobey him too if you were Shruikan?" He paused as laughter flitted the room. "I am glad Murtagh has escaped. Not only will I not have to fight him, but he will not have to get hurt."
"He is Morzan's son. He should be killed for all I care." Nasuada said harshly.
"Remember when everyone thought I was Morzan's son? Would you have said that about me, Nasuada?" Eragon said, choosing his words to the Varden leader carefully.
Nasuada continued in a quiet voice. "No, I would not have. I am sorry Eragon, it was not his choice but that bastard's choice to bind him in the first place. But you are Brom's son, so we all have respect for you."
Saphira hummed as her head entered the pavilion. That is one reason why I chose him. He had Dragon Rider's blood.
Jormundur grunted. "Arya, you will be leading the main half of the army with I. Nasuada and Eragon will control the other half, as you two will be flying most of the time."
Arya suddenly began to tremble violently. Eragon rushed to her side. "Arya, what is wrong?" Arya's eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed in her chair.
--Inside Arya's mind.--
Arya woke from her tremors in a place unfamiliar, but somehow she knew where she was. A man with black hair approached her. A large ruby dragon came behind him. "Hello, Arya."
She nodded to him, not unfriendly. "Murtagh."
"I wanted to let you know something, since Eragon is damned at keeping secrets." Arya smiled at that comment. "I wanted to let you know I have broken free of the bonds Galbatorix held me in and will be joining the Varden in battle."
"Good, we will need al the help we can get."Arya was smiling broadly. Murtagh's look turned melancholy and Arya stopped smiling. He looked away partly, showing a profile of his face, yet turned away somewhat.
"I also know how to destroy Galbatorix with just a sentence in the ancient language. He knows I know how so I cannot perform it. I have come to you to help me."
Arya suddenly was nervous. "What about his eldunarí, his Hearts of Hearts that he owns?"
Murtagh's face turned vicious. "That is another sentence. Each one is very powerful, and will take much energy out of you. It almost killed me experimenting with one of his eldunarí. Be careful, Arya….."
Murtagh approached Arya, and she leaned into him. He put his mouth up to her ear and whispered…..
Arya gasped. "I do not think it good to use these sentences. They have never been uttered by elves. But I will do it if it saves Alagäesia."
Murtagh nodded. "I knew you would. Now please tell the Varden I will be there shortly." Murtagh let go of his magic and sent Arya flowing back to her own body.
--Arya waking up--
Arya woke up to a violent shaking in her shoulder. Her eyelids fluttered and Eragon sighed loudly in relief. "She's alive. Arya, can you hear me?"
Arya winced. "You are speaking rather loudly, Eragon. And right in my ear too." Eragon let Arya set herself up in her chair again, sitting back down himself.
Nasuada had a look of worry spread all over her face like butter on toast. "What happened, Arya?"
Arya put on a small smile. "Murtagh has contacted me. He told me he has broken Galbatorix's bonds and he is on his way to join the Varden in their fight against the evil king. He will be here momentarily."
The pavilion lit up with broad smiles. "Good. I will send Jarsha to contact our guards." She called in the boy and sent him off once more with a message. In the distance Arya and Eragon heard the flapping of wings. Bhronnë stuck his head in the tent next to Saphira's. Are we ready?
"Yes, Bhronnë. Nasuada, is there anything else to speak of now?" Arya asked. Nasuada shook her head and dismissed the two elves, already beginning to kiss Jormundur again.
As they stepped out of the tent, Eragon kissed Arya lightly. She looked to him, question in her eyes. "Arya… are you sure you're alright? After you seizure you aren't acting the same…. Are you nervous?"
Arya sighed, leaning into Eragon and using him as support. The flapping grew stronger. "Eragon, it's just… I have too many responsibilities. Just over six years ago I was free to do whatever except rarely, when duty called. But now… I have to rule the Elves, I have a child to look after, I am a Dragon Rider, I have a mate to keep up with, I am leading part of this battle, and…" She trailed off, leaving her promise to Murtagh true.
"And?" Eragon pressed gently.
"And I have to disown Galbatorix of his dragon and eldunari!" She whispered harshly in his ear. "I am not sure I will have enough strength to do it, Eragon."
"Then tell me one of the spells." He said automatically.
"I cannot. Murtagh invented them and made me swear in the ancient language not to tell you. I am sorry Eragon."
Eragon patted her back gently. "It is fine. I will carry you on Saphira if need be."
Arya nodded, wiping tears from her cheeks and smiling at her mate. She kissed him then, passionately, forcing him back a few steps. Eragon entangled his tongue with his mate's until they heard a slight cough.
Arya broke from Eragon's lips and turned to see Roran and Katrina standing before them Roran blushed slightly. "So we're not the only ones kissing before we go to war, eh?"
Arya shook her head, shameless from kissing Eragon. She whispered, "Nasuada and Jormundur are going at it also."
Katrina covered her mouth in disbelief. "Really?" Arya nodded.
"I've seen couples kissing all over the place." Arya turned to see a red dot in the sky. "It's Murtagh! He's come to help us destroy Galbatorix!"
"I thought he was with the bastard." Roran commented. "Is he a double-crosser or something?"
"No, he broke the spells binding him to the king." Eragon almost spat the last word. "Soon Nasuada and Orrin will share Alagäesia."
Roran lifted his head to see the dragon, and turned to his small son, kneeling beside him. He held his mother's hand. "Jacob, I want you to be good for your guards, okay?"
Jacob nodded and Roran ruffled his hair. He stood to turn to the elves. "How is your son?" He asked Arya.
"Kaïdon is quite fine, but he will miss us terribly." Arya looked down, not letting Eragon's human cousin see her eyes begin to fill with tears as she blinked them away. Eragon put an arm around his mate's waist to comfort her. She looked back to Roran in a minute or two, her emerald gaze meeting his brown one. Katrina's amber eyes found Eragon's blue eyes. They stayed like that for a moment and then looked away. Arya went to Katrina, smiling a false smile that nobody could tell was fake.
"Would you and Roran like to ride our dragons?" Katrina looked unsure, her strong gaze faltering for a moment. Roran answered for her with a grateful yes, and Arya helped Katrina onto Bhronnë, leaping up in front of her. She waited for the men to get on Saphira.
Isn't this a sight? A female dragon carrying two males while a male carries to females. Bhronnë commented, projecting the thought to the four people's minds. They chuckled lightly and let the sapphire and emerald beasts carry them in the air to meet Murtagh.
Murtagh looked shocked at the sight of the emerald dragon. "Why isn't this a nice sight? I think your name is Bhronnë, as Arya informed me."
Arya held out her palm, showing the shining gedwëy ignasia to the ruby dragon's Rider. "I still remember, Murtagh." She broke into his mind, telling the story of how Eragon had found out. Murtagh nodded, telling her it was fine in her mind and broke the contact. The three dragons landed and let off their passengers, Thorn flirting with Saphira and Bhronnë growling at him for doing so.
Murtagh raised Zar'roc. Arya unsheathed Wyrda abr Fyrn and Eragon Brisingr, following Murtagh's gesture. The Varden surrounded them, already hearing of Murtagh's escape. "We may march for long, but we will win!"His sword shined blood red, and the two other Rider's swords began to shine as well. The Varden cheered, watching as the small elven army Arya had sent for came up the hill and into view of the rising sun.
The army began to march and the Riders stayed on the ground as their dragons took flight. They walked north, to the capital of Alagäesia: Urû'baen.
Okay guys, that's all I could get up right now. Sorry about the length, although it is five pages in Word. I might have one up tomorrow, but I'm not sure. Like I said, the computer time is limited now. –hisses in direction of mother- Anyways I guess I'll see you guys later!