Chapter 1
***Saphira's POV***
The pounding of her wings resounded through her skull. They had been flying for nigh on four hours, searching for land to rebuild the Riders upon. For the most part, all they had come across was the ocean, and among that, a few diminutive islands, none suited for their task. The past four hours had left a bitter-sweet taste residing in the dragoness' mouth. For one, she had had to leave her mate, Green-Scales-Fïrnen; but on the other, she was off to rebuild the Riders, and bring a legacy back to Alagaesia. She wiggled with delight at the thought of the young-egg-dragons that were carried with her partner-of-her-mind-and-heart.
With that thought, she turned to look at Eragon, who wore nothing but a mask of sorrow upon his face.
She reached out her mind to his, and gently said, Little One… And she felt his mind close off to her, but yet a thick stream of emotions flowed through to her mind. Regret, despair, longing, grief, and most of all an overwhelming sense of sadness came through Saphira, and she let out a trembling roar, to be heard throughout the sea.
***Eragon's POV***
He closed off his mind to Saphira, to try and save her from his grief, for he knew that she had her own to deal with. He knew he had failed when he heard her roar, a sorrow-filled lament. With that, tears began to stream down his cheeks.
He wept for his cousin, Roran and his family, whom he knew he would not see for the rest of his lifetime. He wept for the loss of his home, and the place he had called home for all his life… gone. He wept for Murtagh, a broken man, hopefully healing himself away from society. But most of all, he wept for Arya, knowing that they could never be together.
With that last thought, he withdrew into the deepest part of his conscious, pulling away from the problems of his life, and fell into a deep slumber.
He awoke about an hour later, slumped forward in Saphira's saddle.
Little One, she said, with concern and empathy infused in her voice, how are you feeling?
Honestly, I feel empty Saphira. I feel as if parts of my hearts have been torn away from me. That the last remaining piece of me is you.
Little One, you know I shall never leave you; we shall go through this together.
I know, Saphira, thank you. But for now, I need to put such thoughts out of my mind. We have a task to complete.
That we do Eragon.
He scratched her neck, right in the spot behind her ear, and she hummed in response.
Sorry for this chapter being so short! I promise the next one will be MUCH bigger. Well, this is my first Fan-Fic. Actually this is the first thing I've ever written outside of school stuff. I'd appreciate reviews, as I'd love to know what to improve upon!