A/N: sad............
It was freezing on top of that hill. The ice cold winds chaffed Eragon's skin. A pale unforgiving moon shone down upon him. The rugged stone clef rubbed against his feet and in the far distance,a wolf howled. Eragon was alone.
He looked down. His shaggy white hair fell in front of his face. His skin was cold and white. Countless wrinkles adorned his ancient face. His clothing was in tatters. It was dark.
All except for just one light. Besides the moon of course, a crystaline light shone from the floor. Cast in front of Eragon's eyes was a chrystal tomb. Inside of it was a perfectly preserved body. In it's prime with a sparking eye. Was that a blink? No,it was just a projection of my addled mind,Eragon thought.
His time was coming. Eragon knew it. Maybe it was in the frailness of his bones. Maybe his dull eyes. Eragon had come one final time. To pay his respects. He retch into his pocket and pulled out a scrap of cold paper. It wrinkled and torn. He dropped it into the pit. Eragon looked up and swore he saw his dead dragon ,Saphira. He stumbled once twice and fell for the last time.
Dear Brom,
I believe now my time is coming. I cannot jump. Saphira is gone. I miss you Brom but i will be with you soon. Maybe we can all fly again one day.
E.
