Chapter 1
Ready your self. Murtagh mouthed.
Eragon hesitated, not sure what to expect; than he nodded and warned Arya, Saphira, Glaedr and the other Eldunari.
Then Murtagh pushed Eragon aside, and he rose up on his knees, still clutching his belly. He looked at Galbatorix. And he shouted the Word.
Murtagh continued to chant but was too fast for Eragon to gauge the purpose of the spell. Saphira and Thorn launched themselves at Shurikan and Arya followed with the Dauthedart.
A frenzy ensued where Eragon and Murtagh battled Galbatorix but couldn't overpower him in their injured states. Eragon was only just aware of the fight between Shurikan, Arya and the two smaller dragons.
In his deep booming voice, Galbatorix screamed "Enough". His rage and madness finally revealing itself. His eyes filled with the want to murder each and every one of us. "Thrysta" he shouted and pushed Murtagh and Eragon back.
After being knocked back Eragon saw through Saphira's eyes that Arya had thrown the Dauthëdart. It seemed to travel in slow motion and it seems Galbatorix saw it aswell. Fear shown on his features that Eragon didn't know he had. He shouted something unaudible but Eragon knew it's purpose. He felt Saphira fly through the air. Her roar resounding through the giant room.
Eragon's heart dropped and he knew what was coming. He screamed out her name and all she managed was, Little one. The Dauthëdart sliced through one of her blue eyes and in an instant Eragon's brain snapped. He screamed, and it was a terrible scream. It was so full of loss and pain and pure rage. Tears blurred Eragon's rage but he wouldn't let it deter him.
Running full pace, Eragon aimed to swipe Galbatorix's head off. He swatted it away easily. "I'm sorry", Galbatorix said. It reminded him too much of Jarnuvosk, and he hadn't intended to kill Saphira, but rather Thorn, he needed her to rebuild his riders.
"You killed her", Eragon screamed, tears roiling down his face; the face contorted in pain and rage. Half of him was missing and he wanted her back more than anything. He NEEDS to get back to her. Eragon reached into his magic, without thinking spoke, he in the ancient language. "Take me to Saphira". A blinding white light surrounded Eragon and he felt himself compress and expand at the same time. It flickered once and Eragon saw her great blue body, the most magnificent thing he had ever seen. And the last.
Eragon woke gasping for air. He felt like it had been a hundred years since he breathed. Looking above him Eragon saw her giant blue body in the sky, bringing him back to his dream. Saphira! he screamed with his mind. He reached with his mind but couldn't touch it, she was blocking him from her thoughts. He was confused and he didn't feel right. Usually he could at least sense her but she wasn't there, Eragon felt just empty, a half of what he is.
Saphira's POV
Saphira!. A shout vibrated through her mind, perhaps it was her rider. Her partner of heart and mind had made camp while she was hunting. But he wasn't hers. It seemed similar but alien. She looked down and saw a two-legs below her. He tried to touch her mind but she blocked him. She tucked her wings into a dive and made her way down towards the human. Perhaps her partner had sent him, perhaps he's injured. Landing in front of him Saphira lowered her bonds and touched his mind.
The man face seemed pleased to see her until she touched his mind. Now he just looked confused and a little worried. "your'e not Saphira". Now it was her turn to be confused, of course she was Saphira. She chose the name did she not.
Of course I am. Now did my rider send you? is he close?. Is Brom injured?
The man whispered Brom's name, as if it was the name of a shade. The man just stood still, then he fainted. Before he fainted his emotions seemed to leech across to hers through the mental connection she establsihed. He was scared, angry. He longed for something, that was defintiely obvious but above all else; he was insane.