A/N: Okay guys, this my version of what happens after Eragon leaves. The first chapter is a little short but I hope you enjoy it. :)
Chapter 1 - Sorrow (Prologue Part 1)
As dawn arrived, a soft glow infiltrated the hold of the Talita. The gentle, warm rays of the sun slowly crept across the face of Alagaesia's hero. The man who had given up everything to rebuild the Order of the Dragon Riders...
Eragon opened his eyes and memories of her rushed to the forefront his mind. His heart ached, every beat sent a spasm of inexplicable pain through his chest. It hurt just to breathe. And every time he thought about it, his eyes overflowed with tears, like a dam that held too much water. He lay in his bed, his emotions washing over him like a river.
Breathe, Eragon, breathe. He tried to empty his mind and focus on his breathing techniques. He inhaled deeply and held his breath, counting to 5, before slowly releasing it. Just as she had taught him... his heart clenched painfully at the memory.
He could still see her deep, beautiful green eyes, full of wisdom and knowledge, reflecting the dancing flames of the camp fire that night; they bore into his soul as she saw him for who he really was.
The thought was too much for Eragon. A fresh wave of grief and pain washed over him and he turned over to sob uncontrollably into his pillow.
A/N: So...what did you think? I hope it wasn't too OOC. I focused more on his loss of Arya than anything else here because I want this story to be more about them. Please read & review! I will love you for it :D