Running
Seven hours. Seven hours Blodgarm had been running as fast as he could. Even an elf began to feel like they were about to fall over after
running that long. So he decided to stop and sleep. He was running through a thick and rather large forest on the far eastern side of Leona
Lake. The forest, or rather jungle, was the perfect home for him. The thick trees, the hanging fines, and the constant sounds of animals made it
almost too easy for him to travel through it. For one the trees and fines made it easy for him to maneuver around in the jungle and the peaceful
noises made by the animals kept him from thinking, in outrage, of Arya. What was she thinking? A human. She had mated with a human.
Nasuada's orders played back in his mind. Get the egg and come back. But he had other plans. They fit in with what Nasuada had set his orders
as but with the slight deviation that upon retrieving the egg they would instead go to Ellesmera where Queen Izlanzadi could properly be
infuriated with her daughter. The very idea that Arya, ambassador of the elves, princess, carrier of the very last hope that the resisters had to
Gailbatorix, would mate with a mere human, was almost beyond his understanding. What could have possibly compiled her to do such a thing? The
only answer to that question that he could think of was that Eragon had seduced her into it. But why would Arya fall for such a thing. And what
could she gain by it. Infuriate her entire race? Blodgarm had been there when Izlanzadi had given birth to Arya and had named her. And in the
120 years he had known her, never once had he thought she would do something so stupid, so moronic, and so absolutely unheard of. But she
had. It had been a peaceful day until Saphira had opened his eyes as to what happened. A human. The thought of it left him speechless.
Then an unwelcome thought entered his mind, as it had ever time he thought of the outrage Arya had committed. Are you so different? He had
done his best to keep it at the edge of his fast mind but it had finally caught. He was not so different from Eragon and Arya. Ever since he had
first laid eyes on Nasuada he had been fascinated by her. Her bravery and intelligence was only matched by her beauty. Eragon is lucky to have
her as a ligelord. I wouldn't mind it myself. I would be able to spend every moment of time I wanted with her. And then another unwelcome thought
came. And who long is that? It was almost as if his mind was talking to him. Does it matter? At least I do not act upon like Eragon has. Then
unbidden memories of his last words to Nasuada came to him. And what about those words? Where they not acting? Blodgarm shock his long
mane. She does not even know what those words mean. Then shaking his head to get rid of the voice he walked over to a rock free expanse of
earth. There he tired to go into his waking dreams but could not. He turned onto his back, clasped his hands together and placed them behind
his head, and stared up at the dark sky. He loved being in the forest. It made him feel like everything was right in the world, that even though if
Gailbatorix found him he would have him killed, it did not matter. He was in the forest that he loved more then the trees in Du WeldenVarden.
Then something moved at the far side of his sight.
He turned his head and gasped as he saw a naked Nasuada there. Her first finger lifted and contracted to form a gesture for Blodgarm to come.
Blodgarm slowly got to his feet. What is this? Nasuada is with the Varden. He walked forward. Nasuada, if Nasuada she was, turned and
disappeared behind a cluster of trees. Oh no you don't, Blodgarm thought, and walked her. He reasoned with himself that the only reason he
was following her was to see what was going on. But in the back of his mind he heard the voice saying, "Oh really? What are you going to say
next? That birds nest in the ground?" Blodgarm ignore the voice and followed Nasuada. When he got around the cluster of trees he saw that a
bed had been song out of the root of a tree and that Nasuada was now lying on it, facing Blodgarm. Her beauty along with, her nakedness,
stunned and entranced Blodgarm. She used her finger to summon him over. Slowly he walked over and stood before Nasuada. Reach out with a
hand she gripped the thread that kept his loincloth in place and tugged on it until it came off. Then her eyes met his as she slowly took it off.
Then she opened her mouth and made a sort of growling sound.
Suddenly the naked Nasuada was gone, his loincloth was untouched and he was now sitting upright where he had first tried to sleep. Turning
his head he saw a mountain lion standing ten feet away. He raised a hand and said in the Ancient Language, "Greetings brother. Do not be
afraid. I mean you no harm. Come. Rest and eat. Then returns to you're mountain from wince you came." The lion leaned its head to one side
and ran off into the night. Lying down again, Blodgarm considered what his nightly waking dream had sent him. Difficult as it was to admit he
had enjoyed the dream. Grumbling to himself he thought. What harm in there in enjoying myself? Eragon and Arya have done it. And merely
dreaming it is not the same as physically doing it. And with that he uttered a spell that would wake him exactly at dawn. Then he searched deep
inside of himself until he found the dream and replayed it again, only this time he continued far past the time when he had her lying face up,
staring at him, as he explored the wonderfulness of her body. Somewhere in the back of his head he heard the voice saying that, this is no
different then 'physically' doing it." But he made no heed to what it said but simply finished the dream and replayed it over and over again.
