"Bella, I could kill you. " I said in a breathy, sexy voice. Full of sex. And breath.

"I don't care, Edward. I love you more than you could ever possibly imagine. I just don't understand why you can't see that." Came the reply from the dark haired beauty standing in front of me.

My darling love, why wouldn't she see that I couldn't change her. This was for her own good, after all. How would my swan fare as a bloodthirsty monster? The thought was almost too much to bear. And I almost fainted. Sexily.

"Edward, that's complete bullshi-"

I stood confused as my love suddenly looked up in terror at something behind me.

What could she possibly see there that she would think I couldn't protect her from? I could protect her from anything. Anything, of course, but myself.

I looked behind me for the source of her shock and fear, and saw something blue flashing in the sunlight.

Were those… Scales?

"I CANNOT TOLERATE THIS ANY LONGER!" Shouted the dragon, spewing sapphire blue flames from her mouth. I ran to cover my sweet Bella, but to no avail. We were both engulfed in the flames, and I saw no more.

WHO IS THIS DRAGON? WHY DID IT BURN OUR FAVORITE STAR CROSSED LOVERS TO A CRISP? MORE TO COME AS YOU CONTINUE ON THIS GLORIOUS ADVENTURE THROUGH TIME, SPACE, AND SEVERAL DIFFERENT UNIVERSES.

(AN: Okay guys, I would like to start off by saying that I AM A HUGE TWI HARD. AND EDWARD AND BELLA ARE GOING TO COME BACK TO LIFE. I COULD NEVER EVER REALLY KILL THEM. THEY'RE LIKE, THE BEST COUPLE EVER. know this is a pretty weird way to start a story, but I promise it gets better. )

Eragon's POV

This was it.

I stood at the top of a large hill and attempted to prepare myself for this. The final battle with Murtagh. I'd confrontation that was always destined to happen.

Today, I was to fight my own half brother to the death. I'd never been more afraid in my life. Even considering the fact that he'd killed people without number, he'd still fought by my side, saved not only my own, but also Saphira's life. He'd been my brother in arms, he was my brother by blood, and now we found ourselves standing on opposite sides of the battlefield yet again.

"It doesn't have to be this way, Murtagh!" I shouted above the din of the fighting at the base of the hill.

"Yes it does, Eragon. You know that. I swore fealty to Galbatorix in the ancient language! I can never go back now!"

"Then I'm sorry. This is what I have to do!" In a distant corner of my mind, I registered Saphira crying out in the distance as she fought with Thorn in the sky above.

I ran downhill, going ever faster and faster, getting closer to my enemy by the second, Brisingr flaming in my hand, ready to strike, when I tripped.

And tumbled down the hill. My grip on Brisingr slipped, and up into the air it went as I continued falling.

I finally came to a halt on my back at Murtagh's feet. I could see him holding back laughter.

It was the last thing I saw, my brother's grinning face, before Brisingr fell, seemingly in slow motion, to land square into my heart.

I heard only Saphira's cry of pain, of grief, as darkness overcame me.

Saphira's POV

NO! This couldn't be happening .

It couldn't be happening.

We'd gone over this so many times.

The strategy was perfect.

He was going to kill Murtagh.

HOW IN THE HELL DID THE WORLD'S LAST HOPE FOR PEACE DIE IN SUCH A STUPID WAY?

THAT MORON!

With an anguished cry, I could only think I wanted to be anywhere else at that moment, when suddenly, a vision came to me. Someplace warm. Someplace with other dragons. Someplace… Safe, and somehow, I just knew how to get there.

I closed my eyes, and concentrated.

I gasped as I felt a terrible cold closing over me.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't think.

I started panicking, how did one free herself from this hell?

And then, as quickly as it had come, the cold was gone, replaced by the feeling of the sun on my back. I lay with my eyes closed for a moment, praying that it wouldn't return.

Then it hit me.

The sounds of battle were gone.

And in their place, I heard… Dragons?

I lifted my head a small bit and opened one eye.

This place wasn't in Alagaesia.

I was lying… By a lake?

I looked up toward the sky.

Yes! Dragons!

Dragons by the score!

Odd looking scaleless things they were, but dragons all the same!

I scrambled to put myself to rights, and spread my wings to take a closer look.

I stopped not far away from the other dragons, hesitating slightly. They could be hostile. After all, my previous brushes with other dragons had not been the best. With the exception of Elda, of course.

Ah, Glaedr. Now that was a true dragon. Not like the other one.

Thorn. That damned slow witted egg breaker.

I was thrown off balance as several multicolored annoyances filled my flying space.

I caught a glimpse of one of them. A smaller version of the much more voluminous dragons not far off.

I twitched my head, trying to shake them off, to no avail.

Frustrated at last, I let out a mighty roar, sending them into a panic. A small gold one chirped a sound of disapproval before they all seemingly disappeared.

What I had failed to realize was that a roar such as that one never fails to draw attention.

Another blue dragon sitting on a tower heralded my arrival at this strange place.

I flew slowly. With determination and a steely look in my eye, I flew forward toward the pockmarked mountain that these strangers inhabited. I would not show weakness nor excitement to these strange dragons until I knew where their loyalties lie.

I landed in a grassy field at the base of the mountain. If it was going to come to blows, I wanted as much open space as possible.

I casually sat on my haunches and began cleaning one of my claws while keeping my wounds hidden, surveying the land around me, checking for the reactions of those around me.

I stiffened slightly as a small dark woman reminiscent of Nasuada approached me calmly, but cautiously.

I felt a tentative prod at my mind, pushing gently, but with a hint of concern, and slight annoyance.

She raised an eyebrow at me, and I could feel her mind flying off to call another here.

I almost balked at the sight of the golden giant in the sky, sweeping down to meet us.

As I surveyed the reactions of the other dragons to this newcomer, I could see that this was one to be respected. The other dragons cleared away to make room for the addition to the scenery, and I, almost without realizing, sat up a bit straighter.

AN: This is a collaboration with the fabulous sexy PrincessGoatse. Thank you!