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I do not own any of the chacters included in this book. The Inheritance Cycle and all of its charcters belong to Christopher Paolini.
Garjzlas
Arya was exhausted. For five hours straight, all she had seen were citizens of the city. And not that she didn't care, but she really did not want to bless a baby, or shake everyone's hand. All she wanted was to be with Eragon, and instead all she got was blessing babies.
And Arya wasn't the only one annoyed. Firnen was greatly annoyed too. Every person, Elf, dwarf, and human, complemented him. Firnen liked that, but when they started complementing him every single second, he had had enough. All he wanted was Saphiria. It's not fair, Arya thought. A least we will get to see Eragon soon, she said to Firnen. And Saphiria, he replied back, humming, happy now that most of everyone had left. Yes, and Saphiria too.
They were both flying over the city, which looked nice towards twilight because of the multi colored lights all throughout the city. What a sight, she thought more. Agreed, said Firnen.
Once again, Arya realized how lucky she was, how lucky she was to ever ride a Dragon, much less be a Dragon Rider. How many people have really experienced this view? She thought. But of course, that view had come at a price. All the battles fought, friends and family lost, and the war won. She took a moment to reflect on her father's and mother's passing. Again she felt a sudden pang in her heart. It can never happen again, she thought. No one has to go through the trouble I had too. The sad moment during her reflection quickly ended, and a smile formed on her lips. Of course, good things happened too. For example, she met Eragon, her lover, because of the war, and she also got Firnen. Maybe it was not as bad as I thought, she said to herself. Then Firnen spoke. What about the people who had no benefit? People were corrupted too. Thorn for example, and also Murtagh. You may have suffered, but many have suffered more. Arya paid heed to Firnen's words, for they were true.
As Arya looked out over the city, and saw the crystal blue water, she wondered what Eragon was doing. Where did he go? She wondered. He had just teleported with the city council members somewhere earlier that day, and she hadn't seen him since. He will be there for dinner, she thought. I will just ask him then. After all, I am staying at his place.
But when she thought about Eragon, she couldn't push him out of her head, not that she wanted too anyway. The boy that she first met, met by accidently sending Saphiria's egg to him, had grown up to be a handsome young man. He was not the Eragon from before, physically and mentally. He was not really human anymore with human and elf abilities, and he was not really a human mentally ether. It's like he is a hybrid, she thought. A handsome hybrid, she corrected herself. I must be the most blessed girl in the world to deserve him.
Snapping out of her day dreaming trance, Arya told Firnen to start heading towards Eragon's tower, and they turned around from the ocean and headed back to the city. They landed in the tower where Eragon lived. After Arya unstrapped Firnen's saddle, Arya went to the top of the tower to get ready while Firnen cleaned his scales. Arya stopped in front of where the attack earlier that morning had taken place. Well, where she thought the attack took place; it never looked like an attack never happened. Now I know where the council members had been, she thought to herself. She continued onto the bathroom when she saw a note on the mantle above the fireplace. It read –
Arya, I will meet you at dinner. Wear the dress I left on the bed for you. See you at dinner,
Eragon
Arya carefully set down the letter and went into the bedroom. She stopped walking when she saw what she was supposed to wear. It was a dark green dress, but it didn't just stop there; it shined like Firnen's scales, drawing the eye. Eragon, she thought, Nice way to make me stand out. Arya quickly did her hair so she could put the dress on. She wondered if it would fit, and it fit perfectly. When Arya realized the time, she quickly grabbed her things and rushed down to Firnen; it wouldn't look too good to be late for her first formal dinner as a Queen in the city. After quickly putting on and adjusting Firnen's light saddle, she got on his back and flew towards the city Council building.
Arya and Firnen landed in front of the City Council building, which was lit up in an extrrondiarny amount of lights from glowing orbs. Blue and green lights mainly, and the exact shade of colors that Saphiria and Firnen are. As Arya jumped off of Firnen's saddle, six Elves came up to her, and one offered her a drink. Arya accepted it, but didn't drink it until she whispered the spell to check for poison. When the spell finished and the drink was safe, Arya took a sip of the turquoise drink. The world disappeared from around her as the drink mixed around in her mouth. Everything was ten times sharper, and ten times brighter, Arya couldn't even begin to comprehend what was going on around her. She quickly muttered a spell into the cup, and the world turned back to normal.
She realized Firnen had been trying to get her attention. Arya! Are you all right? She quickly responded. I'm fine, it was just the drink. Firnen snorted. Don't drink it again. She decided that not drinking the drink was a good idea, and made a mental note of it. She turned to the Elf that had given her the drink and asked what it was called. "It is called Garjzlas, which you already know means lights. You can see why the drink was chosen for this occasion." Yes I can, she said to Firnen.
The other Elves had taken off Firnen's saddle and were cleaning and polishing his nails and scales. The Elf that had given her the drink spoke once more. "Just walk straight into the Council building. Stay on Firnen until the signal is given. You will know when it happens. Enjoy tonight Queen Arya." The Elf gave a mischievous smile and disappeared. Arya turned to look at Firnen and found out that the Elves cleaning him had disappeared too. Arya realized she still had her drink in her hand, and was about to get rid of it when something stopped her. Instead she just held on to it, and she climbed onto Firnen. Ready? she said to Firnen. Ready for food? Of course. And with that, Firnen and she stepped into the Council building.