With no time to draw your sword, you step to the side of Arya and grab her sword arm. You throw her to the ground and pin her down. You could feel her panting below you. You are very close to her now. You could see her striking beauty up close. You had secretly been in love with her for years, but had never had the courage to speak up. Arya and you were around the same age (a rarity among elves) you had learned the ways of the elves together, and you were always welcome at Queen Islanzadi's court, even before you became a rider. Arya loved riding on your dragon, which you had named Vrael after the leader of the Dragon Riders before they fell. You had found Vrael's egg when you had gone to the battlefield where Galbatorix had destroyed the Riders. The egg had hatched to you on your journey home. Arya made her next move, interrupting your train of thought
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