Chapter 15- The Torture Days

CN: Has anyone ever told you that life isn't fair? Well they should.

The next few days were torture. There was fighting and crying and I had nightmares every night; always the same one. I'm standing in a battlefield and all around me my family and friends are being cut down; I even hated it when I saw people I didn't know being killed. I thought it was a sign – a warning.

Anyway, in the next three days everything went wrong…

I woke the next morning to stormy arguing outside my door. I quickly rushed to see what was happening and saw Eragon and Arya fighting furiously. "I am NOT one of your weak human girls, I am older than you boy!" Arya shouted while Eragon stood with his palms up towards her and his arms by his chest. It seemed that Eragon had offered to carry a heavy basket Arya had, and being her own very independent self, she didn't like that. Since Saphira was out hunting it fell to me to play peacemaker. I ran down the stairs and opened the door straight in to Eragon's face. "OW!" he shouted falling to the ground.

"Ooops," I said trying not to laugh at his indignant expression. Little did I know that this was to be the first of many arguments between them about little stupid things.

Over the next day Saphira and I had to break up no less than eight arguments.

The morning after that when it looked as tough they were about to start another one I quickly sprang on them and pushed Eragon away; Saphira did likewise with Arya and growled when she tried to pull away. "Now, you two apologise or we'll keep you like this for the rest of the afternoon," warned Saphira. I grinned because I could do that. I had recently discovered that I had the speed and strength of an elf; a very strong elf.

When they both refused to apologise; Arya because she was stubborn and Eragon because he was annoyed to be forced to do something by two girls; Saphira decided that they had to work it out. First she asked why they were arguing. They didn't answer. Then if they wanted to work it out, they didn't answer. Saphira then got very annoyed, she never was very patient, and just pushed both of them onto the floor in a rough sort of sitting position and glared at them.

I hesitantly suggested that if they were alone they could maybe work it out a bit better. So we crept off slowly into the bushes. Saphira then flew off and I turned to go but my curiosity took over me. I peered back into the clearing where the two of them were sitting as far away from each other as possible. So I decided to sit and wait for something to happen.

15 minutes later…

I was mildly impressed that they had managed to ignore each other for that long but then everything changed. Arya suddenly stood up and sighed. Eragon didn't even look at her. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows high. "So this is how it's going to be then now then?" Eragon looked at her questioningly. "We're just going to ignore each other."

"I guess so," replied Eragon emotionlessly. Arya looked so frustrated and hurt that I thought she was going to slap him again but instead she just sat down. "I thought you were my friend," she said quietly. This hurt Eragon more than a slap because he hated to see her upset. Then she stood up again and walked over to him. "I'm not going to go away you know." He smiled wryly.

"I'll be waiting for you," she warned again.

"I know."

"But until then can't we be friends? Please?" she pleaded her eyes huge in at her now somewhat lost face. Soon he made the mistake of looking at her and got drawn into her eyes. He knew he could not resist them and sure enough he found himself agreeing. She smiled brightly and held out her arms. He sighed and stepped closer allowing the friendly hug.

Suddenly Arya froze in Eragon's arms. He tutted and I smirked to see that he had been quite enjoying himself. She pulled away from him sharply and Eragon looked at her in confusion but she did not see because her eyes were on the entrance to the clearing. When he looked too he saw the problem. Islanzadi was standing there with a pure look of horror, confusion and downright disdain at the embarrassed couple.