A/N: So I'm writing this about ten minutes after I posted Chapter 11 because I wanted to get started on it right away. So now Eragon has been in the Varden camp for a week and he's caught up with Arya and the gang. I changed the pregnancy thing to 3 to 4 months.
So I have no internet connection, but I don't need it to use Microsoft Word do I?
Disclaimer: MONEKY TOASTER STROODLES... Why the hell did I just say that? Not mine.
E-R-A-G-O-N
It had been a week. One week of torture by elves. Eragon always knew they were total bastards behind their calm, cool demeanor. But elves were different than Galbatorix. They had thousands of years to perfect their torture methods, so they were generally more advanced than the Oath-Breaker's.
He couldn't even remember his own name. He didn't know why he was there, what was going on, but he knew he would have to keep silent. The people of the Varden were unnerved by the lack of his screams. The half-elf had not screamed or begged for mercy once, and a mob of men actually came up to the tent and demand to know why they weren't torturing him.
An elf that looked regal and had a diadem on her head calmed the crowd down and let one of the men enter the tent where he was being tortured. The half-elf was delirious at the time, so he barely registered the fact that he was being watched.
The woman with the diadem, who he presumed to be the queen of the elves, told the man how they were torturing him. And then the very next day an ebony-skinned woman walked into the tent and requested to know there progress.
"How much information have you gathered from the half-breed?" The woman asked.
One of the elves torturing him looked unnerved, and the woman repeated her question.
"No information Lady Nasuada, he hasn't said a word or even screamed since we began," the elf said and looked at the half-elf with disgust. The half-elf wondered if he had met this man before. And again, for the thousandth time that week, he attempted to remember who he was, who anybody was.
"What do you mean no information?! Surely he must have said something!" The woman shouted. The elves did not bristle with anger, instead the appeared nervous. He wondered how important the woman must have been.
"He has not uttered a word. No scream, no shout, no begging. Nothing; he has said nothing." And elf with silver hair said.
"Do you know why?" The woman asked again.
"No my lady, all he ever thinks of when we try to breach his mind is an elf with raven hair and emerald eyes, but he isn't actually thinking of her." The elf with black hair said.
"What do you mean?" The female leader asked.
"Well, he isn't thinking of them, but his barriers are made of her. We plan to tell Queen Islanzadi as soon as possible." The silver haired elf said.
"I see…" The woman said trailing off. And speaking of the devil (Devilish bitch of an elf), the queen of the elves walked into the tent. The half-elf looked at Queen Islanzadi curiously. The black haired elf saw his gaze and back handed him.
"Do not look at our queen half-breed!" The elf spitted out. Then he turned around and faced the queen. They then proceeded to speak strange words in a language that the half-elf felt he knew, but could not remember it. It seemed like they were greeting each other.
Queen Islanzadi then asked, "What information have you gathered?"
If anything, the two elves who had brutally tortured the half-elf for a week looked very terrified.
"Well my queen, while we have been torturing him most horribly, he has revealed nothing." The silver haired elf said lowly. Queen Islanzadi looked unnerved, but said nothing. "However, there is one thing." The queen snapped her head back and looked at the elf who had spoken. "When we attempt and breach his mind, we see a picture of a raven haired elf with emerald eyes. The half-breed imagines the elf with unmistakable love, but the worst part is not that my queen, it's Arya."
Islanzadi was surprised to say the least, but she made up for it in her anger. "YOU FILTHY HALF-BREED FELL IN LOVE WITH MY DAUGHTER?!" The half-elf couldn't remember who this "Arya" was, but she must've had raven hair and emerald eyes. In the queen's rage, she grabbed a whip from the large table of instruments and whipped the half-elf straight across the eyes. But the pain wasn't the worst part; it was the fact that she whipped his eyes horizontally, so it hit both of them.
The half-elf was blind.
A-R-Y-A
"So elves are pregnant for three to four months?" Murtagh asked.
"Yes, that's why my stomach is larger than it should be at this stage compared to a human pregnancy." Arya explained. It was true; Arya's stomach was about half an inch larger than it had been a week previous. Every so often, which was about every five minutes, Arya would reach out her mind and listen to her baby's thoughts. Arya could spend hours, days even, listening to what went on in her little girl's mind.
And Arya was thankful that they were off the Talita and on dry land now, as the rocking of the ship made her stomach hurl. They were about six miles east of Feinster and heading to where Angela knew the Varden to be. She had scouted ahead and had been back within the next two hours saying that the Varden were at the same spot they were at when they had rescued Arya. But of course they had gone to Melian and back so they had moved of course.
As of now they were all on horses; Arya alone on Snowfire; Angela and Selena on Cadoc (the horse); Murtagh and Yaela on a horse named Tornac; Yarbog was on a horse alone; (the elf) Cadoc was on a horse with Jeod. Kvistor was occupying a feldunost, Yarbog was on a very large horse, and the rest of the half-breeds were running.
The horses were going as half as fast as they could, as Arya couldn't take it. But the worst of the pregnancy had yet to come. The mood swings (OH YEAH!), the morning sickness, and the craving of strange foods. She hoped she would have Eragon with her to help deal with such things. And once again, she was reminded that Eragon was not with her, and her stomach seemed to lurch at the thought. Whether it was the baby kicking or Arya's emotions that were acting up she didn't know.
All of the horses stopped when Angela raised her hand. "We'll be at the Varden camp in an hour. We need to stop in that small forest," she pointed towards a forest that seemed to be only a few miles away from the Varden camp, "and plan on how to rescue Eragon." Then without any word from anyone else, she kicked her horse lightly on its spurs and directed it towards the trees. No one questioned Angela, so Arya didn't either.
About fifty minutes later, this was ten minutes from the Varden, Arya was lagging behind. Her stomach was cramped, and she felt as if she was going to throw up, again. So it was as no surprise when her horse walked into the clearing that some were preparing dinner, while others were planning on how to get Eragon out. She immediately went to where they were planning. The group consisted of Angela, Blodhgarm, Murtagh, and Kvistor.
"Should we go in head on?" Kvistor suggested.
"Too risky, we could always sneak in." Murtagh said.
Angela shook her head, "We don't even know where Eragon is, so that is pretty useless."
Arya sat down ungracefully on the ground and listened to the four of them try and come up with plans to rescue their sibling and friend. Setting fire to a part of the forest, creating a tunnel and collapsing it under the Varden camp, creating a diversion on the northern part of the camp; but all of theses were discarded as they didn't know where Eragon was. And it would be far too risky to reach out with their minds and search for him, as the elves were abundant in the camp.
"Why don't we just ask them?" Arya blurted out. All heads in the camp turned towards her. Their faces clearly wanted an explanation. "Why don't we just go in, ask them where he is, and get him out?"
Murtagh snorted, "In case you haven't noticed, we aren't exactly friends with the Varden, what makes you think they're going just tell us where he is?" Others nodded there heads in agreement. Angela seemed to know what she was thinking, but said nothing.
"I am Queen Islanzadi's daughter, no matter how much I resent that fact. They won't kill me on sight, but it won't be pretty either." Arya said.
"You are not going in alone; you're pregnant with a baby girl." Selena said.
"And that's why I'm going with her!" Angela said enthusiastically. Arya really did wonder if Angela had any sanity left within her mind.
"They may not kill Arya, but they will kill you." Jeod commented.
Angela shrugged, "Nah, I'll risk it."
After an hour of working out the details, it was near mid afternoon, and it was approximately four days since they had reached land. They decided Arya and Angela were going to walk into the camp in front of every single person, so they would be noticed. And they would walk right up to the main pavilion, which was where the leaders resided. Arya would ask where Eragon was, and they would have to improvise from there. Of course, while everyone was focused on those two, the rest of their contingent would be sneaking into the camp.
And now here they were; Arya had her arm wrapped around Angela's shoulders as she couldn't walk very well due to her pregnancy. At first they began fast, so as to get out of the trees and slip through the sentries that so poorly guarded the Varden camp. But when they go past the makeshift gate, they began a slow walk. Not many noticed them at first, but they certainly gained attention. An elf walking straight down the middle of the pathway with a woman a few may have recognized as Angela did catch attention. As of course the people who knew Angela before now knew that she was a half-elf.
Arya had her other hand protectively over her stomach, and this action did not go unnoticed by the people of the Varden, but the one question she did here frequently was, "Who is the father?"
HALF-ELF(It's Eragon)
He couldn't see, but he did feel the pain. The half-elf heard Queen Islanzadi shout, "Serves you right!" He could practically feel the woman's anger at him falling in love with the elf called Arya. The half-elf pictured the woman in his mind, and even though it was just an image, he could see why he fell in love with her in the first place.
Suddenly an elf, he only knew it was an elf because of his or hers dainty footsteps, burst into the tent. The half-elf felt someone wrap something around his eyes, and he presumed it to be a strip of cloth because he was blind.
At the least the elves have some sort of compassion. He thought to himself.
He heard the elf catching his breath, before saying the greeting in the strange tongue. The half-elf didn't see the point in the greetings, as it took up far too much time that could be used on more important things, like torturing him for instance.
"Queen Islanzadi, it is an emergency, you daughter and the half-elf Angela are in the camp." The elf said.
"What do you mean?" Islanzadi asked.
"My lady, they are just walking through the camp towards the leaders' pavilion. I ordered no one to attack them just in case, but that is not all." He could feel as if the queen raised her eyebrows. "Arya had one arm wrapped around the half-breeds shoulders, and one hand rested on her stomach. I do not like to assume things, but…" The elf trailed off, but the half-elf understood the meaning. The elf Arya probably was either injured or pregnant, the second of which more likely.
"Thank you Lord Dathedr, let us go meet them. And get someone to bring this half-breed with us." The queen commanded angrily.
"Yes my lady." Lord Dathedr said. After a minute or so of turning his head back and forth trying to see something, anything, he felt to chains around his hands unlocks. He felt that he could do something to escape, but it escaped his mind before he could escape himself.
The elves dragged him out of the tent by his elbows, and he was dragged carelessly. His back, having already been whipped mercilessly started bleeding again. His left leg was broken due to the elves new mechanism, so it hurt even more. He had hundreds of other wounds, burn marks, knife marks, even and whips marks all over his body. The half-elf presumed he looked like a tortured mess.
After the Varden noticed his removal from the torture tent, horrid insults filled the hair. One of them made him angrier above them all, 'whoreson'. The half-elf couldn't remember who is mother was, but he knew she wasn't a whore.
After several minutes of the elves dragging him through the camp, they abruptly stopped at what the half-elf presumed to be the leaders' pavilion. He could feel that Lady Nasuada and Queen Islanzadi were there as well, but he couldn't remember the other commander's names so he didn't know who else could've been there.
And then all of a sudden, a familiar fragrance was washed over him. Crushed pine needles. He knew who it was, and his memories came back to him. Arya was there to rescue him.
A/N: YAY! So the ice storm came and I was out of power for about sixteen hours, but thankfully my computer can go a while without needing to be plugged in. So I wrote a bunch and now it's done. If you have any questions please feel free to ask, but do not suggest a baby name for Eragon and Arya's baby. Do not, I already have one.