FtP was forcibly removed but it wasn't by FanFiction. It was by my parents. My other profile explains it. Arya is part of the Elves but like in the books, she is having a disagreement. And it was just a practice sword so no. Also, thank you so much to everyone who has been complementing my writing. You guys are the reason I write at all. So thank you all again so much!

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Eragon had gone back to see her that morning but when he'd arrived, she was gone. When he asked the doctor, he'd looked troubled.

"I went to give her a bit more morphine for the pain and she was gone. I'm worried. She had severe injuries and without medication it will be incredibly painful."

He frowned.

"Do you have security cameras?"

The doctor nodded.

"Yes, come this way."

Eragon followed the doctor to a room a ways away and waited while the doctor knocked. A security guard opened the door and Eragon stepped inside, the doctor waved, heading back for his work. As the doctor had said, there was at least a forty minute period in which Arya could've escaped. It didn't take long to find it though. He watched himself step out of her room and walk down the hall. Immediately after, another man entered the room.

He was short and stocky, his beard covering his entire upper chest. Panic shot through Eragon. They'd gotten Arya again and he'd just let them. But his fear abated and confusion replaced it as he watched Arya walk out of the room in different clothing and follow the man out of the hospital. He got a glimpse of a blonde head moving towards them when a car blocked the cameras view. By the time it had passed they were already pulling away. Eragon sighed. At least she is safe and that lunatic didn't get a hold of her again. But with his relief, came even more questions. As Eragon walked to his truck, he pondered what the red haired man had said. You have no clue what's actually going on, do you? It took ten minutes to get back to his house and in that time he ran through any of the scenarios he could think of. None seemed to fit with who Arya and Saphira were, and why they, if only Saphira, were so important. Parking in his garage he walked into his house, pushing everything to do with it out of his mind. It didn't matter anymore, he'd solved their case. Now he just had to get Reese to take him back on. If it was up to him, he guessed his boss would, but apparently the higher ups were taking this. He ran his hand through his hair and walked into the living room. What he saw made him freeze. Sitting on his couch was the blonde girl from headquaters, Saphira. She was watching t.v. and had a box of Wheat Thins on her lap. When she saw him a smile split her face.

"Eragon! Funny seeing you here." His mouth opened but no words came out. Saphira laughed. "Relax, I'm not here to kill you."

Although confusion reigned his defensive instinct kicked in.

"Not that you could."

Saphira smirked.

"No." She nodded her head to his left. "But she could."

Eragon whirled and standing there, right next to him, was Arya. Even with her face still bruised and swollen, her beauty took his breath away. The emerald of her eyes still shone through and captivated his mind. She was watching him cooly, her face passive. In the hospital she'd looked so wounded and vulnerable and now she looked like she had the emotions of a statue. He stepped away from them both and backed slowly towards the kitchen. Arya's hand went behind her back and quicker than he thought possible, it returned with a gun aimed at his skull.

"Stop."

He froze and played ignorant.

"Stop what?"

"We aren't stupid. You have weapons hidden all over this house. Go sit in the chair."

He frowned.

"No."

Saphira stood, setting her snack down.

"Eragon, you should probably do what she says."

Anger rippled through him. He'd saved Arya's life and she repays him with a gun to his face? He glared at her.

"No."

Arya stepped forward and that's when he took his opening. Or at least what he thought was his opening. Lunging forward, he knocked her gun to the side, trying to subdue her but she retaliated easily. Side stepping she slammed her fist into his gut and spun around him. Her arm came around his neck and she pulled him against her, crushing his windpipe. He fought to breath but at the same time, his attention was split. Her body was pressed up against his and it was distracting him to no end. Finally his desire to breath overcame it and he slammed his elbow back into her side.

She seemed to anticipate it because her hand blocked his arm and then twisted it, shoving it up his back. He fought a grimace and stilled his body as she pushed it higher. Her voice was in his ear the next time she spoke.

"You done?" He sighed and nodded reluctantly, not wanting another broken arm. "Then go sit down."

He did as she asked when her grip loosened. He sat, arm dropping into the cushion, grabbing for something that wasn't there. Saphira laughed.

"You didn't think we'd put you in a seat with a gun hidden in it did you?"

He dropped his head back onto the chair and waited for whatever was coming. Slowly, Arya lowered her weapon and then holstered it somewhere behind her back. He watched her closely, waiting for any sign of attack, but she remained still. Saphira waited a moment and then spoke.

"They were just planning on sending her to get you but I stepped in because, as you can see. . . she's not the greatest people person." He kept his face hard and Saphira smirked at Arya. "See, now you got him all angry and made this so much harder."

Eragon had had enough.

"What is going on."

The blonde looked at Arya, as if saying, "Go ahead, tell him." Arya clasped her hands behind her back.

"Have you ever heard of the Varden?"

Eragon's brow furrowed.

"Yes."

"Well they want your help."

He smirked.

"Come on, lady. Varden might seem more plausible than most, but it's still just a myth created by fanatics and conspiracy theorists. Just like DuWeld and Beor."

Saphira snorted.

"This is going to be so entertaining."

Eragon's mind whirred. What the hell was going on. Arya continued.

"I am from DuWeld, Eragon." He started to argue but she cut him off. "It will all be proven in time. I moved from DuWeld to the Varden because of some. . . issues. And now I am the go between for all three agencies. DuWeld, Varden, and yes, Beor. The man that you saw on the tape with me is also a go between from Beor. We're needed because our people don't necessarily get along very well."

Eragon still didn't believe a word but he played along.

"Your people?"

Arya sighed.

"As you've heard, DuWeld and Beor have very different styles and priorities. The DuWeld focus their agents on the training of the mind. The importance of being quick and light on our feet. Our weapon skill is legendary. We carry no more than hand guns and knives. The Beor on the other hand, focus on physical strength and tradition. They carry heavy automatics and bombs do do their work, no matter the mess it leaves behind."

Eragon fought back a smirk. Obviously this lady was deluded.

"And the Varden?"

"The Varden was started by a man named Ajihad because of a number of specific incidents that our government wasn't able to handle. He moved from being the Director of the DOD to the head of the Varden."

"What events?"

Arya shook her head.

"More will be explained when we arrive. Come, pack your things."

Eragon looked at her like she was crazy.

"You have got to be kidding me. You want me to uproot my life because you claim the most ridiculous of stories are real? I don't think so, sweetheart."

Arya took a step towards him threateningly when Eragon's front door exploded in, shards of wood firing in every direction. Something splashed across Eragon's cheek and he shouted as it caused his face to burn painfully. In front of him Arya grabbed Saphira and yanked her behind so she was next to Eragon, who'd just stood up. Something hard and cold was pressed into his hand and he looked down to find his gun. He looked to find that Saphira had slid on brass knuckles with four, four-inch knives coming out like fingers, on both hands. There was a ferocious look to her face as she crouched low, as if about to pounce.

Arya had her gun ready to fire, aimed at the door for some suspected enemy. Suddenly a black figure careened through the entrance faster than something so big should be capable of moving. Arya fired several shots into the body but it kept moving. When it was close enough, Eragon watched in shock as it pulled two black daggers from under his cloak. He was frozen in place, unable to move, but Saphira lunged. Her claw-like weapons slashing at lightening speed, clashing and sparking against the blades of the intruder.

With a quick spin, she deflected an attack with her right, capturing a blade in her claws, and dug her other into the body of the opponent, right through ribs. A screech filled the room that sounded strange in Eragon's ears. Arya shot forward and stopped the dagger that had been about to stab into Saphira, catching the arm and twisting the weapon away. With a swift motion she plunged the dagger into the person's heart. He writhed away, the dagger still in him and backed away. Eragon shook his head in disbelief, about to ask Arya what the hell had just happened, when another smashed through the window behind them and collided heavily with Eragon. Fingers dug into his side with unbelievable strength and he cried out in pain. With great effort, he shoved the man off and rolled to his feet. He stood and readied his weapon.

Looking down, he saw the cloak that had covered the face of the second man was down, revealing a ghastly mask. It was a deep black, the eyes a seemingly one way view. The worst was the violently sharp beak that protruded from his face. The man stood, shoving off his cloak and revealing two swords and almost a dozen knives, along with a row of vials that were filled with an ugly liquid. He pulled a vial from his belt, chucking it at Eragon's face. Just in time he ducked and turned to find that the object, his television, that had been hit, was melting. The man growled angrily and pulled the two swords that were sheathed on his back, brandishing them. Eragon raised his gun and fired at the eyehole of the mask, hitting with perfect precision. It shattered and the man screeched weirdly like the other had, throwing a hand up to his mask.

Arya grabbed Eragon and Saphiras' arms, pulling them roughly out the now broken window into his backyard that was surrounded my woods.

"Stay close!"

With that she took off, Saphira as well. Eragon debated whether to run a different way but decided against it. They might need his help. Or he'd need theirs. He broke into a run, trying to catch up. Pine trees surrounded him in seconds and he stopped, not being able to see Arya or Saphira. Looking around suddenly a blonde head appeared a few yards away.

"Let's go, Eragon!"

He stumbled slightly before righting himself and following the blonde through the forest. They came out to a clearing and he stopped, gasping for air, and dropped to the ground, hands over his head. Next to him Arya and Saphira looked perfectly fine. They were breathing faster than they had been, but they weren't gasping as much as he was. Arya spoke into the concealed mike in her ear.

"We need a transport immediately. The Raz'ac showed up and we were forced to take an alternate route."

He listened as she told them her location, while Saphira went slid her blade hands into leather sheaths that were strapped to her legs. She could just push her hands down to link her fingers into them again. He seriously needed a pair of those. Arya finished speaking and walked over to him.

"Get up, we need to get out of sight."

He pushed himself off of the grass with his good arm while his injured hung loosely by his side, still throbbing. She led them into the dense woods and they sat it the shrubbery for what seemed like hours. Sweat trailed down his back and face Finally he heard the whirring of a helicopter. With how quiet it was, he had expected it to be far away but suddenly he saw the metal hulk lower to the ground. How do you silence a fricken helicopter? Moving quickly, Arya led the way, stepping up in and turning to look out as him and Saphira climbed up behind her. As the coptor lifted from the ground Arya made her way to the front and sat next to the pilot.

Eragon sat down and rested his head against the metal interior, trying to block out the pain from his still searing cheek to the ache in his left shoulder. He felt somebody sit next to him.

"How ya' doing?"

Opening his eyes slightly, he looked at the blonde.

"Wonderful. I love having my entire life ruined. It's awesome."

Saphira smirked.

"Your life isn't ruined. . . yet." She laughed and bumped his good shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll be better suited here."

"Says you." He looked out the helicopter and saw smoke. What the. . . And then he realized where it was coming from. "Wait! Is that my house?!"
Saphira looked down, not answering, but Arya turned and looked at him in the back seat.

"We had to make it look like you died."

"What? Why? People think I'm dead?"

"Calm down. Yes, people are going to think you're dead."

"I never agreed to this!"

Arya sighed.

"You don't really have a choice now. We were going to explain it out, see what you said, but we were interrupted. We had to move forward as if you'd said yes."

"But I don't want to join your fantasy world, lady!"

Arya stood angrily and walked back to him. He pressed her finger to his wound, making him wince. She wasn't pressing hard, just enough to make a point.

"Does this look like a fantasy? You getting shot? Garrow dying?"

He bristled and shoved her hand off his shoulder.

"That went with my job. You're bringing in a fictional element for some neurotic reason!"

Arya rolled her eyes.

"Then who were those men that tried to kill us? Part of your job? Those were the Raz'ac, Eragon. Two brothers who volunteered to be subjected to a series of tests that led them to become inhuman. Almost all of their tissues and DNA are gone, replaced by robotic technology far beyond it's time. They were the perfect accident."

Eragon dropped his head into his hands, just wanting to sleep and avoid thinking if only for a bit.

"I don't understand."

Saphira wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"You, will. Trust me, this is going to be the best thing that ever happened to you."

Eragon snorted.

"I highly doubt that."

Arya returned to her seat and for the rest of the trip they all remained silent. At some point, Eragon had drifted off and was only awakened when he felt a slight jolt as the helicopter landed. Saphira smiled at him as she stood and climbed down. He followed only to stop when he saw the group of people standing before him. A dark skinned man stepped forward.

"Eragon Shay, very nice to meet you. I'm glad you agreed to join us."

Eragon held back a snort but couldn't hold in his sarcasm.

"Interesting choice of words."

Ajihad sighed.

"I know you didn't have much of an option in coming but that was by no fault of ours. In fact, if Arya and Saphira hadn't been there, you'd either be in Durza's hands right now, or dead. And the latter is most likely."

Eragon crossed his arms, anger rippling through him.

"Tell me how this is better?"

Ajihad shook his head.

"Death is not something to strive for so young, Eragon. You have so much to live for."

He ignored this, staying silent and keeping his gaze on the man who was obviously in charge. Finally a girl set her hand on Ajihad's arm.

"Father, why don't we take this to your office. It will be much more comfortable."

Agreeing, Ajihad waved for everyone to follow. It was only then that Eragon took in his surroundings. He was on top of a medium sized building that looked like it had seen better days. Bricks were crumbling and trash was collected in the corners. Great, some psychos are about to have their way with me in a crap hole building. He walked through a black door with paint flaking off and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Holy . . ."

In front of him was the most incredible interior he'd ever seen. The walls were made of pale white marble. Ingrained in them were lines of gold that created intricate pictures and scenes as you moved along. They depicted scenes of battles and prominent figures in history that Eragon didn't know. From the ceiling hung brilliant lamps that reminded him of medieval times. They were steel lanterns that glowed from the inside a blueish hue. It seemed like fire and yet he knew it wasn't. The floor was made of tiles of jagged marble. They seemed randomly placed but if you looked closely, a pattern emerged and every tile was pointing a single direction.

Instead of continuing down the hall to two huge doors that looked to be of solid gold, Ajihad led the party of people to the left and down another hall. Finally they reached an elevator and Ajihad pushed the button. The doors dinged and they shuffled into the elevator. Eragon watched as the heavy doors closed and Ajihad reached for the floor buttons. Eragon's eyes widened when he saw the amount. The building was only five stories tall and yet the numbers said he was on the thirtieth floor. Ajihad pushed ten and the elevator started to move smoothly. They arrived and as everyone stepped off, Ajihad turned to them.

"Anyone not cleared for Project Dragon, please go about your business. We may continue our discussion later."

Several people nodded and the four stepped back onto the elevator. This level was even more impressive than the first. Walls were made of tiles of colored stone that shone. Gold was the grout that held them together. Ajihad led them to the end of the hall and pushed the door open into a large office. He slowed and Eragon heard a sigh come from him.

"Angela, how on earth did you get in here?"

Eragon peered around the man and saw a lady sitting behind the desk. She grinned at him before addressing Ajihad.

"Oh dear, I must have taken a wrong turn. Too late now. Whose this new one? Eragon, is it?"

Ajihad motioned for Angela to stand up.

"You may stay but I do wish for my chair."

Angela grinned sweetly and stood, moving around the desk.

"Ajihad, don't kid yourself in thinking you can permit me to do anything."

Eragon's eyes widened. This lady sure had balls talking to her boss like that. But instead of getting mad, Ajihad chuckled.

"I could never, Angela." He turned to Eragon and motioned towards one of the two empty chairs in the room. "Please sit."

Eragon did as asked and Saphira sat in the other, slumping and resting her head on the back. Ajihad settled in front of them and looked pointedly at Eragon.

"What questions do you have for us?"

Eragon raised his eyebrows as if Ajihad were stupid.

"Are you serious? I don't get any of this."

Ajihad smiled.

"Fine then. Let's start at the beginning."