Sorry about the wait. I had a crap ton of stuff to do. Btw, if I put something up here, from now on, it's just going to be important stuff. I wont ramble on about random things in my life. And some of you already might, but for those of you don't read these, please start. This is where I will say if I'm going to be skipping a week or something like that.

She turned the corner and immediately her mother looked over.

"Ah, Arya. There you are. Eragon was just detailing me on his history and his first meeting with you."

She fought the desire to roll her eyes. This was her mother. Always the manipulator. She thinks that I might give away something because she believes I don't know what they've been talking about. Too bad I do. She glanced at Eragon who was glaring at her and then back to her mother.

"I'm sure that was an entertaining story."

"Very."

She walked to the door and opened it, motioning her mother inside.

"Let's let Eragon get some sleep. I assume you'd like to talk to me anyway."

Her mother smiled and nodded at Eragon before stepping inside. Arya followed and closed the door behind her.

"What do you want?"

Immediately Islanzadi turned and her amused and lighthearted smile was gone. In its place was anger and . . . Arya could almost see remorse. Almost.

"How could you betray your people like this?"

Arya rolled her eyes and walked past to sit in the chair at the far side of the room.

"Don't be so dramatic, mother. I left because of you, not to betray my friends. And working for the same side in a different location is not called betrayal, its called relocation. I chose a different path for myself because DuWeld wasn't the right fit."

"We had one argument Arya. And you disappear for so long of a time without speaking to me. I respected your space believing you would come to your senses and grow up. Apparently that's not going to happen." Shaking her head, Arya propped her feet on the desk before her. Immediately Islanzadi knocked them off. "What have you lost all sense of respect here as well?"

"Mother, you seem to be losing your memory. It was not one argument that made me feel the need to leave, it was your controlling and ridiculous rules. Your stupid ideology that we were all somehow so much better than everyone else and that there was no reason to help with the Varden's fight. It was foolish and I was tired of being led my a fool." Islanzadi moved quickly, her hand striking at Arya, who, with a smile, pushed it aside. "Losing our touch are we, mother?"

Fury radiated behind her mother's eyes as she stared at her.

"How dare you. Insolent child. You will learn your place."

Standing, Arya walked to the door and opened it, holding out her hand to show her mother out.

"Too bad I'm an adult. You have no authority here. In fact, here, I have higher ranking than you. So if you don't mind," Wiping any hint of a smile from her face, she spoke emotionlessly. "Get out."

Islanzadi watched her for a moment before straightening her shoulders and striding briskly past. Slamming the door, Arya went back to her bed and sat back against the headboard. The fact that her mother was here meant that she wasn't going to be leaving without what she came to get. Which was her. As she knew she wouldn't be going back, it was clear that other arrangements were going to need to be to get it out of her mind for a moment, she closed her eyes and forced all thoughts from her head.

She awoke the next morning and winced. Her neck was sore because she'd fallen asleep in an awkward position. Standing, she showered and changed into sweats and a a plain white v-neck before sliding on her black DC Spartan WC TX high tops and opening the hall door. She paused at Eragon's door. She could let him sleep before he had to get back up and tire himself out all over again. But then he wouldn't get to eat anything until lunch.

Making up her mind, she knocked loudly several times. It took longer than it should've and she was just about to knock again when the door opened. Eragon was leaning heavily against the door jamb and looked like he could barely keep his eyes open.

"What?"

His voice was deep and for some reason it sent chills down her spine. She frowned and shifted uncomfortably.

"Breakfast. Get dressed."

"I don't want breakfast."

Again, his voice moved her. She grew annoyed. As he made to close the door but she stopped him, pushing it back open.

"Get dressed and get out here. You need breakfast or you're going to pass out later."

He groaned and pushed off of the wall.

"Fine, give me a sec."

She nodded and closed the door, shutting him away from her. She had no clue what had just happened and she wasn't looking into it. It took him several minutes before he opened the door and stepped out in shorts and a gray t-shirt with a black light jacket over it. She pulled out the key Ajihad had programmed and handed it to him.

"This is for the elevator door, the door to the training area, and the the cafeteria. It wont work for anything else so don't try."

"Got it. Thanks."

She paused and then looked at him.

"And thank you for not trying to piss off my mom. I expected you to spin some tales in revenge."

He grinned.

"I almost did but then I realized that you were in charge of my workouts and figured I better not get you mad at me."

She noticed him limp slightly before correcting himself and smirked.

"Sore?"

"That's an understatement. My body has never been this exhausted."

"Get used to it for the next few weeks because you're going to feel like that every day."

"Awesome."

By the time they reached the elevator, he was grumbling continuously about his muscles. When they reached the cafeteria, she pushed him into the path of an oncoming group of people and the only way for him to avoid hitting them was to jump out of the way quickly. He tripped slightly and groaned loudly.

"What the hell?"

She just continued on.

"Stop complaining and suck it up."

At this time in the morning there was a lot less people there and so getting their food was a breeze. Saphira was already sitting at a table with her lap top in front of her. They joined her after they got their food. Eragon sat across from Saphira and grinned.

"Sup loser."

Saphira smirked and closed her computer.

"I really don't think you're in any place to call me a loser. I'm not the one whose about to go and die of exhaustion and aching muscles so shut your face."

He rolled his neck and chuckled.

"You're definitely right about the muscles. I feel like my body is being burned from the inside with molten lava."

"Sucks to suck."

He stuck his tongue out at Saphira and then looked at Arya.

"Why aren't you dressed to workout?"

She picked at her toast and tried to keep from shifting her neck in any way that would cause it to pinch painfully.

"Because I'm not working out. We are staying inside today. You are going to focus on sprints and lifting. More free running and parkour today as well."

He looked at her like she was crazy.

"I can barely move. How am I supposed to move faster than a walk? You saw me earlier, I almost wiped out because I couldn't get my body to move properly."

Saphira laughed.

"I'm definitely coming to watch this then. I want to see you fail miserably."

Eragon raised his eyebrows and ate a piece of bacon in one bite. Once he swallowed he smirked at Saphira.

"You're kind of bitchy in the morning."

She narrowed her eyes and then without warning, took a piece of toast and flicked it at Eragon. He ducked and it flew past him, hitting a man sitting at the next table. Immediately Saphira ducked under the table and Eragon pretended to be shocked. He looked apologetically at the man that now had buttery toast crumbs on his face and spoke with a sincere tone.

"I am so sorry sir, she just doesn't know when to control herself."

It took a couple seconds to realize he was motioning at her. The man looked her way and grimaced before standing and moving several tables away. She glared at Eragon.

"What the hell."

He grinned cheekily while Saphira rose up from under the table laughing. She held a fist to Eragon and he bumped it while they both continued to laugh. Saphira shoved Arya's shoulder, causing her neck to jolt painfully and she couldn't completely hide a wince. Eragon seemed to catch it but didn't say anything. Saphira smiled at her.

"Don't worry, dude. Nobody here thinks you have a playful bone in your body. He obviously was glaring at you because he didn't understand why you were hanging out with somebody as stupid as Eragon."

Eragon made a face.

"Funny."

Saphira chuckled and stood to take her tray back.

"I thought so."

By the time Eragon had finished, it was almost eight. She led them to the gym and then into their own more private room. She motioned to the mats.

"Stretch out."

Eragon flopped to the ground and started to lazily do as she asked. She frowned.

"Eragon, today is going to be hard. You need to loosen up your muscles as much as you can or you'll be useless."

Rolling his eyes, he nodded.

"Fine."

When he finished, she stepped onto the mat.

"Come to this end of the mat." When he did, she looked to the other side. "I assume you know what suicides are?"

He looked at her pleadingly.

"Come on! Seriously, just give me a break for today."

She shook her head and then nodded at the other end of the mat.

"Go."

He glared at her for a moment and then took off his jacket before sprinting to the other side of the room and back. After three she stopped him.

"Eragon." He slowed to a halt. "I'm not stupid. You might think that you can slow down your pace but I've seen your training videos. I know exactly how fast you can run and you sure as hell aren't running it. Go again."

He cursed loudly and sprinted to the other side much more quickly than he had been and back. After twenty more, she stopped him again. He was sucking in air and leaning over with his hands on his knees. Saphira chuckled and sat on the bench that lined the right wall of the room.

"You are going to die today."

Eragon glared at her but Arya stepped between them.

"Hands over your head Eragon. Come over here."

She walked to the corner of the mat and waited for him to follow.

"What now?"

"Pushups." Joining her, he dropped to the ground and laid there on his stomach. "Eragon."

He shook his head.

"Just give me a second."

"One. There's your second. Now go." Pushing himself up, he spread his hands and started. He got up to forty before his posture started to become sloppy. "Straighten your back. Head up." He got through thirty more before dropping to the mat.

"I'm done."

"Get up."

Standing, he walked over to her. Much closer than she would've liked.

"Why are you so bossy?"

Keeping her face passive, she looked at him. Again, a strange flutter shot through her as he grinned at her from a few inches away. Pushing it down, she placed her hand on his chest and pressed him back a foot. At least she tried to. Holding his ground, he grabbed her hand off his chest and dropped it. He was messing with her, as she could tell from his smile, but it was pissing her off.

"Eragon."

He tilted his head and moved an inch closer.

"Yeah?"

"Pull ups."

He looked confused until she looked above and he followed her gaze. A bar was a foot over her head, hanging from the ceiling. He grumbled as she stepped out of his way and several feet back. He swung his arms out tiredly and then jumped up to the bar. With little effort, he pulled himself chin-over the bar and then lowered again. As he did, the muscles in his arms rippled and she looked down. What the hell, Arya. He continued for a few minutes before dropping to the ground and looking at her with a smirk.

"What now?"

She watched with annoyance as Eragon was distracted from his jumps by Saphira. It had been happening all day and it was getting more and more obnoxious. When they'd been sparring, Eragon would randomly just stop and look over at Saphira and start talking. After the third time she had gotten fed up and kicked him in the stomach, telling him to pay attention. They had moved to the Tumble room almost an hour before and they'd barely gotten anywhere. Finally she'd had enough.

"Saphira."

The girl looked over and smirked.

"Yeah?"

"I think you should probably go."

Immediately both pouted and Saphira moved away from Eragon.

"Come on, Arya. Why are you being so strict with him? You let me talk to Orik during training."

"We had more time then. And you knew how to focus when it was important. He doesn't."

Saphira seemed to study her gaze for several moments before nodding and heading for the door.

"Ok. But don't kill him. He's going to help mess with Orik later and the plan requires a second person."

As soon as Saphira had left, Arya looked at Eragon.

"Can you flip?"

He shrugged.

"Not really. I mean, I can flip but I just don't think I can land it."

"Go get a drink and then come over to the foam pit."

While he did that, she went to the pit and waited. Her neck was better but stress from her mother's arrival had made everything tight and nothing seemed to be helping. Suddenly two hands were at her back, thumbs pressing into her muscles. She opened her mouth to stop him but he interrupted.

"Just chill out a second, k? You've been doing this all day and it doesn't seem to be helping."

As much as she wanted to pull away, she couldn't. Every time she was about to his thumb would press a particularly sore spot and render her helpless. As her mind yelled at her to get away, her body revolted against even the thought.

But when her common sense caught up with her, it was like getting struck by lightning. She jerked away and shoved back at him, sending him reeling to the floor. Laying there for a minute, he groaned loudly and glared at her.

"You could've just said stop."

Shaking her head, she motioned for him to get up.

"Let's see your flip."

He stood and walked over. When he reached her, he leaned close and whispered amusedly in her ear.

"You know, now that I know you have real, human emotions, you're going to be that much more fun to tease."

With that he smirked and jumped into the pit of foam cubes. Ignoring the tingle that shot down her spine, she crossed her arms.

"That was awful. Get out."

He turned and cocked his head.

"You know, you sure do a lot of telling and not a lot of showing. How do I know you are certified to be teaching me this?"

"Get out, Eragon."

He grinned mischievously.

"Make me."

She'd had enough of this. Without another word she turned and walked to the exit, through the door, and back to her room.

-E-R-A-G-O-N-

He really hadn't meant to piss her off so badly, but she needed to lighten up a bit. He'd tried to follow her but a man stepped in his path.

"I'm Pete, Arya's told me to finish your training for today. Head on back in there."

Sighing, Eragon turned around and for the next hour and a half, did monotonous patterns of movement until her thought his head would explode. At least Arya had challenged him, this guy seemed to think he had the capabilities of a two-year-old. When he finally released him for lunch, Eragon had almost reached the point of punching the guy in the throat.

Without a guide, he walked aimlessly through the halls until somebody finally decided to help him find his way. He joined the line in the cafeteria and then went to sit with Orik who was already halfway through with his meal. When he sat, Orik looked at him knowingly. Rolling his eyes, Eragon tried to explain.

"I didn't mean to get her that angry, ok?"

"Sure, sure."

Saphira dropped into the seat next to Eragon and draped her arm around him.

"Way to go! Nobody's ever gotten under her skin like that! I'm so proud!"

"I'm not. I had to train with a super boring dude who couldn't talk more in a monotone if he tried."

"Pete?"

"Yeah."

Saphira and Orik laughed and Saphira patted his shoulder.

"That's what people get when their trainers are annoyed with them. It's a form of punishment that they use often."

"For how long exactly?"

Orik shrugged.

"Well Arya's never done that to anyone before so there's really no way to tell although I'm guessing it'll be a while." The burly man stood with his tray. "You must've been really stupid, man. I gotta go. Good luck, bro."

As soon as he was gone Saphira pulled out her laptop. She typed rapidly and opened a picture before turning the screen toward him.

"What the hell was this?"

She pressed the spacebar and a video played out before him. It was from earlier in the Tumble room. He winced as it started and then frowned at her.

"Stalker."

Saphira kicked his foot.

"Whatever. What is this?"

He shrugged.

"I don't know. She kept rolling her shoulders like she was in pain so I helped her out."

Saphira just stared at him.

"Dude. Even in your time here, you already know Arya's personality. The fact that she didn't kill you is a wonder, but that she let you do it at all is insane."

He sighed.

"Whatever. I was just trying to help out."

Saphira grinned and elbowed him.

"Sure you were, Eragon." She turned back to her computer. "By the way, I found some more interesting tid bits while I was searching your background."

Eragon looked at her curiously.

"What might those be?"

"You can sing." Startled, Eragon choked on the bite of his sandwich he'd taken. Saphira grinned. "Yeah. Even for a drunk you sang rather well."

Eragon shook his head.

"How did you find out about that?"

Chuckling, Saphira waggled her fingers mysteriously.

"I have my ways."

Shaking his head, he smirked.

"Well I'm not singing for you."

Saphira frowned and then seemed to ponder something.

"How about we make a little bet?"

"Go on."

"If I can get Arya to continue training you right away? Then you can" Saphira made air quotes. "help her out some more."

Eragon narrowed his eyes.

"How do you know she wont train me right away anyway?"

Saphira looked exasperated.

"You pissed off one of the most passive people on this planet and you think she's just going to be fine tomorrow?"

Rolling his eyes, Eragon nodded.

"Fine. You get her to train me and I'll sing for you."

Saphira shook her head.

"If I do it, you have to sing at my birthday party."

Eragon shook his head.

"No fricken way."

Shrugging, Saphira stood with her tray.

"Ok. Well have fun with Pete the next couple weeks."

He debated quickly and then gave in.

"Fine, fine. But I choose the song."

Grinning, Saphira nodded and walked off.

The next chapter of An Unwanted Bond will be up tomorrow for those who read that.

Mahavia: Yes the ones I was using were Krav Maga techniques. Lol how did you know that just from reading? And Arya from the book was kind of brutal lol. Idk if she'd really follow that rule. As for the pupil/master thing, Eragon didn't exactly know if she was better or not until she kicked his ass. Do you do martial arts?

Fughp: Lol I wish Flashes was updated more often as well. Murtagh will be in the story soon. And considering I still live at home, that would be a no lol.

Microbat98: I really hope your definition of cheesy is different than mine :P. Cheesy means cliche and corny and I hope that's not my story.

Elemental Dragon Slayer: Lol you are very helpful. I just mean that my english teacher says I'm supposed to rewrite everything for papers several times and change things so I was wondering if I should do that with this.

Silverwing: There really isn't riders in this story I don't think. Unless I just call all the very talented agents riders. Eragon is going to be trained by both of them at some point. Arya is Eragon's age except a year older. And she's been through a lot so yeah, she's just more experienced and closed off. And that's really amazing. She'll love it.

Dracones: No I've never done more than one draft. I was just asking if I should. Lol yeah I'm tired of writing Faolin into the story. It makes it so I have to take Arya on an emotional journey that takes forever to be done right. I decided against Faolin a while back because writing him into this would be boring to me. I feel like I would get repetitive with my other stories.

Star: Yeah, especially in the beginning, I didn't even look over it at all before putting it up.

Nandon: Lmao so very true! And I'm good with the endings of the chapters but when it comes to the endings of stories, I'm definitely going to need to rewrite a lot.

The Hero of the Dark: Murtagh and Thorn will enter into the story soon. idk about Solembum. And yes, Roran will return later on. Faolin isn't going to be a factor in this story. Orrin will probably be in it.