Ok so An Unwanted Bond won but don't worry for those who wanted this more. I will still update this one almost as often. Also, for Eragon's character, do you guys still want him to sing? There is still going to be a lot of references to music anyways because I love music and it's awesome. But I don't want to repeat myself from FtP. If I put it in this one it would be different songs and stuff so it wouldn't be like boring but it's all up to you readers. I like writing that he can sing but that's just because I think that guys who sing are sexy lol. Let me know.

His muscles were screaming at him after only five minutes of running. It was his own fault. She'd told him to stretch out completely but he had been constantly distracted by her as she stretched. Seriously, it was like almost impossible not to look at her in those shorts. She had long legs that were toned perfectly. If that wasn't hard enough to ignore, once she'd finished stretching, she had pulled her hair up into a pony, revealing a flawless neck and jaw. Every part of her face from her sharp cheekbones and gorgeous eyes to her curved lips and narrow chin was revealed. A collection of such incredible features was enough to distract any man.

Now though, as his they reached a hill, he wished he'd had the willpower to turn away. Next to him, Arya was steadily jogging next to him. Before they'd started, she had gone over the rules.

"You do not stop unless I say stop. If you try to run off, I have been given permission to take you down in any way I deem fit." He had a feeling she'd deem the most painful way if it came down to it. "Most importantly, do not speak to anyone. We might see other joggers on this trail because there are houses located in this area. If somebody stops us to talk or ask a question, our cover is that we're staying in the East Lodge Condo's a few miles away. Right now there is a business team there now working on a merger with another company so we say that we are with them. My name is Lisa, yours is Brian. We are coworkers and are just out for a run. There are actual people with those names on the team and so our story will check out on the surface if there is an inquiry. Got it?"

He had nodded and asked.

"But what if they dig deeper?"

"Then our people will deal with it. Just remember your name and I'll deal with the rest."

"Fine."

They rounded a bend now and Arya picked up the pace. Just like she said, at the two mile mark there was two bottles of water that she grabbed off a rock as they ran by. It was soothing to his somewhat scratchy throat and gave him a little boost. He followed her lead and for the next twenty minutes they ran side by side. After that point, his body started to wear down. His breath came quicker and his muscles tired. He guessed they'd gone about three and three-fourths miles by then. When Arya started jogging faster, he almost fell in the effort it took to quicken his legs. In gasp he questioned her.

"What the hell . . . are . . you doing?"

Her voice was steady when she responded.

"Keep running."

"I could barely . . . hold that pace, . . ..how . . . am I . . . supposed to . . . do this!?"

"The more you talk, the harder this will be."

The next water bottle he drank down helped still, but not nearly as much as the first. He shook his head and they continued for another ten minutes. By then his chest was aching painfully and he had a muscle cramp on his right side. His breaths were now like loud exhales of air and he was pissed off. Arya on the other hand, although breathing quicker, was still fine. When she heightened her speed again, he stayed at his own pace. There was no way he could go that fast. As soon as she realized he hadn't kept with her, she slowed until he caught up.

"Move your ass, Eragon!"

"I can't."

"This is that moment where you need to make a decision. We've barely gone six miles and you are already breaking down. Step it up."

As much as he wanted to stay with her the entire time, to match her step for step, his energy was depleted. When she went back to her fast pace, he followed, gritting his teeth against the pain. But five minutes later, he couldn't take it anymore. Even the water hadn't done anything this time. His lungs were on fire and his stomach was revolting against him. Sweat was pouring down his body and his t-shirt was soaked through. It wasn't like five miles was that much. In fact, he ran it every day at home. The problem was the speed. While he would be happy if he finished the five miles in forty minutes. Right now, they were at forty minutes but they had already hit the six mile mark and passed it. No more. He slowed down, his head resting on his chest because it was too much effort to hold it up. When he came to a stop, he just dropped to the dirt path and lay on his back. He didn't care that the moment his skin touched the ground, the sweat on his arms would cause that dirt to stick to him.

He just needed to stop moving.

"Eragon! Get up!"

She was angry and her voice was getting closer. He ignored her. He couldn't do it anymore. He could barely breath. He didn't think he could lift his arms or legs if he tried. His eyes wouldn't even open. Her shadow blocked the sun that was beating down on him through the trees.

"Get up."

He managed to shake his head.

"Eragon, get up now."

Another shake of his head.

"Eragon!"

"I can't!"

His voice came out in a rasp and he started coughing as he inhaled the dust around him. His mouth was like sandpaper and each cough tore at his throat painfully. There was no noise from Arya for a few moments. He was about to open his eyes to see where she was when he was taken over by another coughing fit. And then there was something cold pressed against his lips and liquid poured down his throat. The relief was instantaneous but then he choked slightly from it. A hand slid around his neck and pulled his head up slightly, making it so he could swallow properly. Within seconds the entire bottle was gone.

His throat yearned for more but at least it wasn't hurting as much now. After a couple minutes he opened his eyes to find Arya sitting next to him, knees up to her chest, waiting patiently. She wasn't looking at him, but off into the distance. She seemed to feel his gaze and looked down. The anger he'd heard in her voice wasn't shown in her eyes as he'd expected. Instead there was a hint of approval. What? His confusion was left unsolved when she shifted to her knees and gripped both of his wrists. She helped him stand but when she let go, he almost dropped to the ground again. She caught him around the waist and kept him upright.

He leaned heavily on her as they started walking back. This time though, she turned them onto a less used trail. She didn't talk and as every moment passed he started to realize he had failed. He was ashamed too. Never in his life had he given up on anything. Anger filled him but not at her, at himself. They walked for about fifteen minutes before he felt he could walk by himself. He pulled away from her, not wanting to feel like he needed help just walking. He stumbled a couple of times but shook his head every time she offered to help him. They arrived back at the gate twenty minutes later and he looked at her surprised. She smiled slightly, surprising him even more.

"We were running in a circle. There are six shortcuts through the woods if you know what you're doing."

He nodded and started for the entrance when she stopped him.

"Stretch first, Eragon. If you don't you won't even be able to move a finger tomorrow."

With great effort, he lowered himself to the ground. They'd stretched for a couple of minutes when she looked over at him.

"Do you know how far we ran, Eragon?"

Oh, here it was. Now she was going to rip him apart. Why was he so weak?

"Around six miles."

She shook her head.

"Seven and a fourth."

His jaw dropped.

"What? Seriously?"

She nodded.

"Yes."

"But how? The water bottle-"

"I set the water bottles up a little further than I told you I had."

He dropped his knees after stretching his back and leaned against the rock behind him.

"Holy crap." But now he was confused. "I've never ran something even near that before, though."

Arya leaned back against the tree she was by.

"I know. And that made it so your mind knew exactly what it thought you could handle. The reason your body didn't recognized the limit is because your brain didn't think you'd reached it yet. Even then, you went far past what I thought you'd do. If my test had done it's job, you would've stopped when we got a little past the second water bottle. Yet you continued and made it a whole other mile. My question is, how?"

He looked down.

"I don't like feeling weak. I was determined to run until you said stop."

Arya chuckled and stood.

"Well, you proved something to me today."

"What?"

"Eragon, when I saw you for the first time, I saw a angry man who was ready to give up. That left the impression on me that you were weak willed. That when things got hard, you stopped trying. Now, you've proven me wrong. Most people can't do that."

He frowned.

"Then why were you yelling at me?"

She shrugged and stood, walking towards the grate.

"I wanted to see if you could keep going."

He followed her as she stepped inside the tunnel. He linked his hand around her wrist in order to not lose her. They'd walked for a bit when he thought of something.

"How long were you going to keep me going if I hadn't stopped?"

"I could've continued for quite a while."

"But how far do you think?"

"At that pace? I could've continued for miles."

"Seriously? How?"

"I can run ten miles in forty-nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds. What we just did was easy."

At that Eragon stopped walking, causing him to stop Arya as well. If she could see his face right then, she would've seen that his jaw was almost to his chest.

"You're kidding right?"

Arya continued, pulling him behind.

"Why would I be kidding?"

"Because that's like, Impossible."

"Obviously it's not."

"But how?"

"It just is."

He was silent for several minutes.

"How long will it take me to get so I can do that?"

"It all depends on you. Depending on how hard you push yourself, it could be soon or in several months. From what I've seen, it'll be sooner rather than later."

He grinned and they continue the rest of the way in the quiet. Finally thy reached the battered iron door and Arya slid what looked like rock to the side to reveal a panel hidden beneath. Once it opened, light broke through the darkness and she pulled her arm from his hand. They turned the last bend and he stopped short. It was a dead end. Before him was a wall of rock.

He looked to Arya, thinking they'd made a wrong turn, but her face was blank, as if nothing was off. He stepped back slightly, still irrationally nervous that this was some sort of a trap. But again, like last door, she was able to slide part of the rock and reveal the first panel. After completing each one, they'd slide closed and return to looking like a wall of solid rock. She'd put in the last code and the door opened. He followed her to the elevator and waited for it to arrive. He glanced at her.

"So what now?"

A small, almost flash of a grin appeared and went as suddenly.

"You get to eat and rest for about an hour. Then I get to take you to the training room and work you more."

He gaped at her. His body almost dead from exhaustion.

"Are you kidding me!? I can barely lift my foot to put one in front of the other!"

Arya's face showed a hint of amusement

"Which is why this is the best time to do it."

"Do what, exactly?"

"Fight."

He frowned.

"Fight? Fight who?"

She grinned, this time fully and faced him.

"Me."

The doors slid open and she stepped in. After a moment he followed, dread seeping into his bones. That's why she wasn't being cruel at this point. She was planning on taking her dislike out on him. And from the looks of it, she was going to enjoy it. Annoyance flared through him and as the doors opened he stalked out, past the group standing there. It was several moments before he realized Arya hadn't followed. Turning, he saw why.

She was still in the elevator, her amusement wiped completely from her face. Instead there was a severe intensity to her gaze, and right under the surface was a rage that made her already intimidating appearance even more frightening. Her eyes were focused on one person in particular but he couldn't see who it was for the people surrounding them. They were all tall and muscled. At least three of them had tattoos of incredible designs up their arms. One man had tattoos on his neck that stopped just below his hairline. The rest, as there were almost ten people there, were flawless, with no tattoos or any markings.

He made his way back to them, curious as to who could cause that reaction in someone so in control of herself. As he walked around the group, he caught sight of a woman, older than Arya, but with incredibly similar features. Her eyes weren't as bright and alive but he knew that this woman was definitely related to her. He guessed her mother but he decided to keep his silence and wait out the tense moment. Finally, Arya moved. She tore her eyes from the woman before her and met his. Without looking back, she walked to him, gripped his hand, and yanked him behind her.

Eragon turned in time to see a flash of hurt cross the woman's face before it disappeared as she caught him looking. Curiosity took it's place as she looked at his hand interlocked with Arya's, and then back at him.

As Arya pulled him around the corner, he lost sight of the group. She dropped his hand and continued with her fast pace. He followed her quietly for several minutes before he got up his courage to ask what was going on.

"Who was that?"

When she didn't answer for a long while, he figured she wasn't going to. But as they reached a door with engravings that created the picture of a feast with people laughing and eating, she paused before opening it.

"My mother."

And then she was through the door. As he stepped in behind her, the loudness about them surprised him. Until now, everything here had been so serene and silent. As he looked around at the hundreds of faces all sitting at tables and talking merrily, everything started to feel so real. Everything hit him at one moment. What had happened to him wasn't some prank or a delusion by a group of insane people. What Ajihad said, this whole place, it was true. Dazed, he followed Arya past rows of tables and jabbering people until she reached a line that stretched the length of the wall and part of the next.

Things spun around him as he processed it all. Garrow was dead. He got fired. Crazy people had come to kill him. This chick next to him had blown up everything he owned. His entire existence was being replaced by this life he didn't know. By people he'd never met.

"Eragon?" A hand gripped his arm and his eyes shot up to see Arya looking at him with worry on her face. "What's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath he shook his head.

"Nothing. I. . ." His mind started to clear and he blinked a few times. "Nothing."

She narrowed her eyes and dropped her hand back to her side.

"You sure?"

His past was gone. He could be anybody he wanted. He smiled.

"Perfect."

Arya raised her eyebrows and watched him a few seconds before shrugging and turning back to the line. He looked around with new eyes, what was once a reminder of his loss, now a chance to make better his future. Then he realized what it all looked like. Frowning, he glanced back at Arya.

"I feel like I'm in a school cafeteria."

She nodded.

"But the food is much better."

He laughed and crossed his arms.

"It's weird trying to picture you behind as desk listening dutifully to the teacher as he teaches you about your ABCs."

Before she answered somebody else behind them chuckled and spoke up.

"It is isn't it? I bet she was one of those rebel kids who threw things at the teacher when he wasn't looking and blamed it on some poor boy trying to take notes."

Eragon smiled and turned around to face Saphira. She was grinning, her blond hair in a messy bun and she was wearing baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt. It looked like she had just woken up. She grinned at him. "Sup."

He snorted and looked to find that even Arya seemed slightly amused although she came to her own defense.

"I was home schooled until middle school and then my mom sent me to a private school. And I always paid attention."

At that he spoke without thinking.

"I bet you looked good in a uniform."

Immediately her amusement disappeared to be replaced by annoyance. Saphira on the other hand was standing there with her eyes wide. And then she started cracking up. After several moments she shoved his shoulder and then looked at Arya.

"I like this guy. He's not afraid of you like everyone else here." Arya turned away, her face blank and Saphira stepped up next to him and linked her arm through his. "You're gonna' have to help me get her to loosen up. She's always such a tight ass about everything."

He smirked.

"I've noticed."

It took fifteen minutes to get to where Eragon could see the food and his stomach was rumbling like crazy. When they got up there he grabbed one of the plates stacked by a stone counter and moved forward to find food of all kinds spread before him. He grabbed one thing after another until his plate was basically piled with wings and fries. Behind him Saphira laughed and he turned to find her getting the same thing. She nodded at Arya who was over by the drinks several yards away.

"She's a vegetarian. I think it's crazy but almost everybody from DuWeld are."

He looked at her questioningly.

"DuWeld? She doesn't work here?"

Saphira waved away his question.

"She does. She just started at DuWeld. A huge showdown between her and her mom and she packed up and moved here. They haven't talked since."

Surprise flitted through him and he turned to her.

"But her mom is here. We saw her just before we walked in here."

Saphira's eyebrows rose up and her gaze shot to Arya. She moved closer and whispered quietly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Like dead positive?"

"Yeah. She said so herself."

"What happened?!"

Although still quiet, her voice was excited.

"I don't know exactly. They just kind of stared at each other, well Arya was glaring, and then she just walked towards me and pulled me around the corner."

"Damn. That's crazy. Islanzadi has been trying to speak with Arya for months but Arya always refused to pick up the phone. I never thought she'd come all the way from Europe."

"DuWeld is in Europe? Wait, is that where we are?"

Saphira smirked and looked at him knowingly.

"I'm not giving away our position but I can tell you that DuWeld is in fact in Europe."

Rolling his eyes, he looked back to Arya.

"So how do you think she's handling it?"

Saphira shrugged.

"No one can tell with her. She doesn't talk about it and we don't ask."

"But you two seem close. Can't you tell by just looking?"

Saphira laughed and started towards Arya.

"The moment somebody can look at her and tell what the hell she'd thinking or feeling, I'll give them a million dollars. Eragon, look at her. Do you really think with her skills of deception and her total lack of emotions when she choses that I could ever tell what was going on in her head?"

He fell in step next to her.

"I guess not."

They grabbed drinks and followed Arya a few feet behind as she led them to a table less crowded than the others. He'd just set down his plate when somebody appeared at his left. He turned to find the guy who'd gotten Arya from the hospital standing there with his hand out, a grin on his face.

"Hey bro, you're Eragon right?"

Nodding, Eragon shook his hand.

"You are?"

"Orik. It's good to meet the man who saved the lives of two of our own. Thank you for that."

Cheeks reddening slightly, Eragon sat down.

"I didn't actually do much besides run in guns blazing. And then the very next day they saved my life so. . . ."

Orik grinned and dropped down in the seat next to him.

"Still."

As Eragon dug into the food before him, he listened to the conversations going on around him and if asked, pitched in his own response. He hoped they'd forget he was there and start talking about what was going on but none did. He'd just finished his last wing when Saphira looked past him at somebody walking by.

"Brom! Come meet the new recruit!"

Eragon turned and met the eyes of a rugged man with silver hair and blue, lively eyes. A flash of surprise and then something clattered as the man dropped his tray on the tiled floor. Immediately Brom bent down and started to pick up his scattered silverware and he used a napkin to mop up the water that had spilled everywhere. When he stood the look was gone from his eyes and in their place was a blankness to rival Arya's. He smiled and shrugged.

"Sorry, I lost my grip. It's nice to meet you, Eragon. I would stay and talk but I have a lesson to teach in a few minutes."

He walked away and Eragon looked around him to find that the other's gazes were still on the older man. Their expressions were confused. The first to look back was Arya, and she looked directly at him. Her face was relatively blank but intrigue lay under the surface. He frowned but didn't think much else of it because just then Arya stood.

"Alright, time to get training."

The others laughed when he groaned and stood, letting Arya lead him to drop his plate off and out the door.

My Generation: I'll keep her as a nerd I think. But like Jammy Dodger said, I might bring a bad ass side out when necessary or something lol. And I get what you mean about a superhuman character type so I'm going to avoid doing that.

Ok, now I have a question for you all. I love writing stories and stuff and it's super easy for me. But when I am assigned an essay I fricken dread it. They aren't hard and I just got a B on a paper that I spent less that two hours on (although we were given like four weeks lmao) but I hated writing it, it was lame, and I really just didn't care enough to try hard. Do any of you writers, or non writers, it doesn't matter, have some solution for this? I just have issues with structured writing because it lacks imagination and it's sooooo boring to write.