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"A mental conversation to another"
'A conversation to themselves'
"A normal out-loud conversation"
A spell in the ancient language

Chapter 1

Eragon was sitting peacefully on his favourite spot outside his old master's hut, the tree stump he first meditated on, overlooking Du Weldenvarden and Ellesméra. He sat doing just as his master had once taught him, what seemed like so long ago, meditating. He extended his mind outwards feeling the presence of everything and nothing all at once.
As his mind swept over the tops of the great green trees and along the dense forest floor he felt an overwhelming calm wash over him. He could feel every living thing around, from the smallest insect to the mightiest of beasts, and the other half of his very soul, Saphira.
With his mind spread to its furthest reaches, he began to feel the elves around him, as they felt his presence; they acknowledged him and let his mind brush over theirs.

As his searching led his mind further and deeper into the elven city of Ellesméra his mind brushed another and he heard a faint whisper travel through his mind, like smoke in the lightest of airs.
"Eragon... my love, why do you torture me so?..."
Eragon was noticeably surprised by the rhetorical musing and his concentration faltered and finally failed, causing the tendrils of his mind rush back to himself. As his mind left the surrounding life of the forest it left behind a sudden blanketing sense of loneliness.
'It couldn't have been...' Eragon thought in a sense of disbelief.

Eragon sighed a deep and thoughtful sigh as he considered the voice that he felt drifting through his mind, which had left just as quickly. He knew the voice all too well but couldn't quite believe that it could be true.
"What troubles you so little one?"Saphira asked.
The sudden question startled Eragon and he thought frantically for an answer while trying not to reveal the cause of his concern to his other half who, sadly, always seemed to manage to do so.

"Nothing Saphira, just imagining things again... I think"
"I hope not little one" Saphira said in a knowing chuckle, well as close as a dragon can do to a chuckle.
"So do I my sapphire, so do I..." Eragon thought defeated.
Eragon could still remember the blood pact ceremony, painfully well. He could still remember the feeling of his heart sinking and his stomach dropping as Arya tried to explain to him how they could never be. He listened to Arya that night and did his best to hide his emotions away and step up to his duties, but now this. He was lost in his own heart and only one person could truly help him find his way out.

Please read on, this is a weak chapter, it gets better PROMICE :)

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