Chapter 1: Glaedr PoV
He was alone, alone in the dark. Spinning visions of times that seemed important burned themselves into his mind. Hate boiled into his soul. Ashes turned to dust in his rage. His mind echoed with emptiness without the partner-of-his-mind-and-soul.
He will die! He will be punished! He will feel agony like the one he has inflicted a thousand times over!
He could not run or fly or stretch his tail. He roared in the confines of his prison. All the happiness he felt had turned to the greyest of ash. One thing burned within him. Revenge.
Eragon PoV:
He stirred. He looked around him. He was surprised to find himself overlooking the port of Feinster, to his left the great ocean, to his right the city. He could glimpse the small figures slowly rebuilding the destroyed buildings. He relaxed in the silence, slowly extending his mind he let the ants a smaller creatures wash and drown all his pain, all his worries. Slowly he slipped back into exhaustion. His eyes closed, and his mind relaxed. He knew nothing after that apart from the sound of white washed waves crashing against the sand.
He awoke to the laughter of small children. He looked down, smiling. He revelled in the squeals of laughter and delight as one of the children leaped from a low-lying rock and splashed the others with the salty liquid. He looked around him, wondering where Saphira was. He was answered with the sight of a blue dot in the sky and the rhythmitic thumping sound of wings beating against empty air. Soon the children ran out of sight as Saphira appeared above the ocean, diving down to clean her scales. Soon she landed next to him, and she let her thoughts touch him. Irritation hit him first.
Oh! Eragon! Get the pieces out! She tried to get the chunks out from her teeth, pushing a talon between her teeth. He laughed, standing up he walked over.
What did you eat this time? She looked at him with a guilty look.
Goat. She replied. He laughed slightly before leaning in to get the hide from between her teeth. A burst of pleasure emanated from their bond whenever he picked out a particularly annoying spot. When it was close to dusk he finished, and with a simple spell, he took the smell and saliva from his body. Saphira coiled her tail around him and drew him closer as they watched the sun set, the streaks of gold casting Saphira's scales in a deep glow. They did not need to talk; they let their feelings break like waves against each other's conscious. And as the sun dipped below the sky, their eyes slipped closed, and their dreams intermingled. As Eragon hunted deer with Saphira, they were totally content.