Arya's thoughts

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He emerges in the open, and startles me with all the change in him. He is so beautiful, so perfect. All I can say is, "Is that you, Eragon?" He simply replied, "Aye."

Still shocked, I asked, "What have they done to you?" He answers, "I know not." He comes to me and we walk out into the dense forest.

I look at him and see his strong body, fair skin, and beautiful blue eyes; the eyes that have captivated me since he rescued me at Gil'ead. I feel closer to him than I have felt to anyone else. Suddenly, he told me, "How tall the trees, how bright the stars, and how beautiful are you, Arya Svit-Kona."

I stiffened, trying to warn away the next words, although with all my heart I wanted to hear them. "Eragon…" He, with love shining in his crystal blue eyes, and his voice telling me how deep this love was, said, "Arya, I'll do anything to win your hand. I would build a place for you with nothing but my bare hands. I would…"

I have to fight off the urge to respond, "You've already won me. I love you. I've loved you since I first saw you at Gil'ead." Instead, I interrupt his words, asking, "Will you stop pursuing me? Can you promise me that?"

I step closer to him, praying he wouldn't see the tears in my eyes. "Eragon, this cannot be. You are young and I am old, and that shall never change." I wish what I said was not true. I would give away my immortality and all of my power, to be a human, so I could be with him for the rest of my life.

"Do you feel nothing for me?" he asked. Resisting the urge to run up and hug him, I said, "My feelings for are those of a friend and nothing more. I am grateful to you for rescuing me from Gil'lead and I find your company pleasant. That is all…"

I knew I was lying. I love him. More than I loved anyone else in the world. But he deserved far better than me. So I said, "Relinquish this quest of yours- it will only bring you heartache- and find someone your own age to spend the long years with."

"How can you be so cruel?" he asked, tears in his eyes. They hurt me worse than all the torture I had suffered at the hands of Durza. I mustered up all my courage and said, "I am not cruel, but kind. You and I were not meant for each other." The words seemed to stick in my throat. I couldn't believe them, no matter how hard I tried.

"You could give me your memories, and then I would have the same amount of wisdom and experience as you." Oh, how I wished I could. I wanted to more than anything else in the world. But it was something I could never do.

"It would be an abomination." I said. I lifted my chin, trying to look at him without breaking down. I made my voice as strong as I could. "Hear me well, Eragon. This cannot, nor ever shall be. And until you master yourself, our friendship must cease to exist, for your emotions do nothing but distract us from our duty." Heart breaking I bowed to him and said, "Goodbye Eragon Shadeslayer."

Then, I walked away into Du Weldenvarden. Once out of earshot I burst into tears. I wanted him. So much. But it was best for both of us not to fall in love. He and I needed to focus on our duty. He was young, I was old. He needed someone his own age. That's why I had to break both our hearts.

I looked over at him from my hiding place. He sat weeping on a rotting log and I wept with him. His dragon, Saphira, came over, nuzzled him, and drew him under her wing. She knew what had happened how his heart had been broken. As I watched them, tears spilling down my cheeks, I thought, "I'm sorry, Eragon. I love you. I always will."

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