Prolog
What was once the great legendary Elvin capitol now stood in ruins. They had won the battle but it had cost if not all most of the lives that had once thrived there. Galbatorix had not been at the battle.
"NO!!!" yelled Eragon desperately as he running toward the crumpled form of his mate.
"Please god, oh god please wake up. Please."
Eragon cradled Arya's limp body, telling himself that it was a dream. That he would wake back in Ellesmerea. Her head would be on his chest, and he would lie like that until the morning dawn came drowning this nightmare.
But he new it was no dream when he heard the sound he had prayed he would never have to hear again. A sound that he had heard five years ago.
It was the bone-shattering cry of a dragon's dieing breath.
For not far off the form of what was once a great dragon crumpled to the ground. It's last battle cry still hovering in the ears of the survivors, if there where any.
His ears rung with the sound and his heart lurched at the memory. Salty tears stung the gash on his cheekbone.
Arya's body became instantly heavier. She became colder as the night wore on.
It was then when he decided to take their child and leave. There was nothing left for them here.
Hope was all he had left and he wasn't going to risk loosing her like he had lost everyone else.
ok I know that was like really really short but I'm gonna post again before I go to bed tonight. PLEASE review!!!!1
