Falling For The Shadeslayer

Chapter 2

James' P.O.V.

I stood next to a girl with startlingly red hair that flowed down her back. She looked about sixteen. She was staring at Eragon, who had just flown down with Arya on their dragons. Eragon is so lucky, and he doesn't seem to realize it. Arya is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Not like I'd ever have a chance. She's an elf, and I'm a human. A lowly bowyer, at that.

Looking at the girl next to me, I saw the sorrow in her eyes. She longed for Eragon as I longed for Arya. Who would have guessed? There was no chance for either of us. We were just townsfolk, freed from Galbatorix. They were Shadeslayers, and they had essentially saved the world. Man I'm a pessimist.

Hope lingered in my heart, that maybe one day I would get to be with her. Every time I see her ride in, watch her graceful stride, I can't help but feel hope. It's a stupid hope, I know. Could we ever...?

I watched her stride into the castle, side by side with Eragon. I felt the small bit of sadness, and it looked like the girl felt it too. I swept a hand through my black hair and turned to go back home. To making bows.

Not with Arya.

Arya's P.O.V.

I looked about the crowd as we landed. My eyes caught on a few people, who were quick to look away. I continued scanning the crowd, and finally locked my gaze with one man. He stood there staring, and did not shy away like the others. He is brave.

Fírnen snorted and glanced up at me, sensing my thoughts. I slipped off of him and turned away, striding into the building with Eragon at my side.