The Final Weapon
Eragon and Saphira stumble upon something they didn't think possible, something that could tilt the scales in their favor...
My first try, it probably sucks, but i tried :D.
Chapter 1
Saphira and thorn crashed together again and had it not been for the straps securing his legs to the saddle Eragon would have been thrown off. They had been fighting in the air for what seemed like hours and they had been carried to far from the battle on the ground for the elves to aid Saphira with her exhaustion. He could feel her strength failing and he wondered how much longer she would be able to stay in the air. Thorn kicked at Saphira's stomach and Eragon felt the straps of the saddle snap as thorn tore with his hind legs. The saddle let go completely and began to slip off. He unstrapped his legs and let the saddle fall and held on to the spines along Saphira's back to steady himself. Just then thorn tore away from Saphira's thrashing jaws. He manoeuvred away and began to rise above her. Just as Saphira began to turn and follow his ascent he dove ripping and tearing at Saphira's wings and missing Eragon's head by inches. Unable to stay airborne with her tattered wings she began to fall and Eragon felt himself being torn from her back. He heard felt blinding pain in the back of his head then the world went black...
Well, that's it for now i'll continue if you want me to...