The Wyrda of Alagaesia

Chapter 19: Goodbye, My Love

                                                    Chapter 19: Goodbye, My Love

As he sat there waiting, his mind drifted over what he was going to do the following mourning, and if he could do it. If the dead can come back, he thought, then surely a fortune can be broken. Then he spotted her. She was in her finniest dress, which Eragon started to drool over immediately. When she got close enough, he walked up and whispered "First she smiles, then she wears a dress? I think that this a new record." It had become his little joke with her, to criticize her when she was smiling or something like it, mainly because she had always been serious when Galbatriox was in control. Now all she really was was happy. "Wow, I really am getting special treatment." They talked for hours, and sometimes she caught him drooling, sometimes he caught her smiling. But the more they talked, the more Arya started noticing something was wrong with Eragon. For example, whenever he thought she wasn't looking, his expression would darken, become pained, and she knew that he hadn't told her everything. But Arya didn't confront him about it. Finally, Eragon asked the question that he promised himself he would if he ever saw her again, even though he already knew the answer. "Arya, when we were battling for Fenister, what was it you were going to saw to me?"

"I... I... goss, I wait, yes I do remember. I was going to say 'I love you'"

"How long did you know?"

"Mostly when you made that lily, but there were some before that."

"You mean, this lily?" He brought from outside a golden lily, with a Ruby in the middle.

Arya gasped. "When? How? When did you-"

"Before I left for DuWeledenvarden, I picked it up and preserved it. I've kept it ever since. And now I'm giving it to you." As he handed it over, she pulled him into a warm embrace. they sat there for awhile, enjoying each others comfort. Eragon broke the silence. " Arya, why did you deny your "feelings?"

"Because the thought of, of lo-"

"Don't say it, I won't put you through that."

"Let us be happy this night then, no more dark thoughts. Just us. Just us." And although Eragon agreed, he did not obey. The night blurred, and Arya was happy.

  Eragon woke late the next day. He found his arm over Ayra. The details of last night came to him and he smiled. The last smile that would form on his face for a long time. Quietly as he could, he got up, dressed, packed, and glanced at Arya. He couln't leave without an explanation. Quickly as he could, he fashioned a grass ship, and left a note on it. Then he summoned Saphira. And they flew. They flew like never before. Like they had when they were fighting the Empire. Except this time, they did not fly like the last free dragon and Rider. They flew like one of many dragons and Riders. And also, they did not fly out to fight the Empire, but rather they flew out to fight the Forsworn. And as he rode out away from her, all he could think was Goodbye, my love. Goodbye forever. Goodbye, Ayra.

                                     To Be Continued.

AN: Mawahahahahaha! The evil is coming! The Forsworn are back! Along with every dragon and Rider that ever lived! And There are more!!! my evil plan is unfolding perfectly! But um, seriously comment/review. thanks