"Are you sure you don't want to rest, we can stop now, if you need," Eragon asked Saphira through their mental connection. They had been flying toward the Beor Mountains for almost a full day, and while Eragon was sure Saphira could handle it, he knew that she should rest.
"I'm fine! Stop asking, it's getting annoying. Let's cut through that valley, and quickly fly around those clouds before a storm starts."
"Saphira! Oromis specifically told us not to fly into a storm!"
"Were not actually…" Saphira started, but was blown of course by a gust of wind, and closer to the fast approaching storm. Saphira pulled her wings up to keep from falling, but the wind was to strong, and it pushed her downward. She fell, and with her, Eragon.
"Now do you want to admit your wrong?" Eragon asked, trying to keep calm, not looking at the ground that was coming steadily closer.
"I've got it under control!" Saphira tried to pull out of the dive, but was too close to the trees. Just before hitting the ground, Saphira gained control, but it was lost when a brilliant white light flashed.
"Saphira! Lightning!" Eragon yelled in his mind as the both lost conciseness and fell into the brilliant light.
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A year ago, I was in the book store, and I bought three books. Eragon, Eldest, and Brisingr. I own those, but saddly... I don't own the copyrights and all that stuff. Sooooo... the story STILL belongs to Chris P! Ok? GOOD!