Complete Loss

Eragon stared at the red dragon, and rider, before him. Seconds ago they were locked in combat, now they were several feet apart.

'what do you think happened?' He asked Saphira.

'I know not, but lets not wait to find out.' Eragon prepared himself, tightening his legs around the saddle. A tremor ran down his leg, reminding him how tired he was. They had been fighting for hours, and as a result Eragon had sore muscles, labored breathing, and a thick, sticky layer to sweat covering the whole of his body.

'No wait!' Eragon screamed just before she was about to lunge. 'look.' Murtagh and Thorn had flew several more feet away, and now Eragon relized they were shaking. Their eyes were distant, and had a glazed look. They looked like they were miles away.

"Eragon, Dragon Rider. Saphira, Brightscales." Murtagh said, but it wasn't Murtagh. This voice was much deeper, and older.

'Galbatorix?'

'I think so.' Replied Saphira.

"Join me, and we will prevent further blood shed." The voice was so...kind. Like it under stood all of Eragons pain. And for a brief second, he was tempted to accept.

'Eragon!' Saphira yelled.

"I would rather die, and join you!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"So it will be." Galbatorix hissed. Suddenly, Thorn lunged forward. Hitting them with so much force Eragon almost fell out of the saddle, Even with his legs strapped in. Eragons chest erupted with pain as Thron smacked his massive head against Saphira's chest. Saphira roared, and retaliated with her own attack. The dragons separated for a moment, only to smash together again with more force than the last time. This time, Thorn was twisted so that Murtagh could attack Eragon. He raised his sword, and brought it down with so much force it jarred Eragons elbow. Murtagh eyes looked sad, and regretful. Eragon knew he didn't have control over his actions, Galbatorix did. Eragon swung his sword at the red riders neck, barely missing. Another hit from Thorn caused Eragon to fall backward in the saddle. Pain exploded in his skull as he hit his head on one of Saphiras spikes.

'Eragon! Are you okay?'

'I'm fine. But you are not!' A gaping wound was gushing blood on Saphiras chest, sending large drops of dragon blood on the Varden below.

'I will be fine. Keep fighting.' Just as the words left her mouth, Eragon was attacked mentally. A crushing weight broke some of Eragon defenses, forcing Eragon to put up more. Another attack, this time stronger, broke the remaining walls allowing the king into to Eragons mind.

'You should of joined me.' He said, before shuffling through Eragons memories. He made it a painful as possible, lingering on the ones he found caused Eragon the most pain. Eragon felt a pounding on his back, then his chest but he had no time to see the cause. All his thoughts were focused on getting the king out of his head, and the pain. He could focus nothing else. Then a pain, so sever it almost shook the king out of his brain without Eragons efforts. It was a burning pain, so immanence Eragon retreated deep into himself. Taking the opportunity, Eragon shoved up more barriers. He relished the pain free world of his mind, even if it was only temporary. The sensation of falling caused Eragon to open his eyes. To his horror, they were falling rapidly.

'Saphira! What's wrong?' To his horror, he could barely reach her. He received no response, so he started healing her massive wounds. He didn't get to finish even one, before they collided with the ground. Eragon was thrown off of Saphira, and landed several feet away. Pain, that was not all his own, filled his mind. Through his jumbled thoughts, he could feel Saphiras life fading as well as his own.

'at least we die together.' he thought, and a feeling of peace engulfed him. He welcomed death with open arms, eagerly anticipating it. No longer would he have duty, or pain.

'no little one. We do not die together' Saphira said.

'what do you mean?'

'take my life, kill Galbatorix. Complete our tasks, avenge my death. Good bye little one, I love you.' she said, her voice barely a whisper. Eragons limbs were filled with burning, as she transferred her remaining energy into the rider.

'NO SAPHIRA!' but it was to late, she had faded away forever. Gone, gone, GONE! GONE FOREVER! Pain filled Eragon, part of him had just died. He felt like he had jumped off of a cliff, and lost the right half of his body, but the left half had survived. Sorrow filled his mind, pushing away all the pain.

'Saphira!'

Eragon awoke so suddenly, he sat straight up. He was panting, and sweat covered every inch of his body. Pain, pain, PAIN! gone, gone, GONE! He had just relived for the hundredth time the death of his Dragon. The memory haunted his dreams every time he attempted to sleep. Almost a year had passed since the death of his dragon, and still the pain was that of when it has just happened. Eragon tossed the blankets off of his legs, and stood. His hands were shaking, his vision was splotched with red. The pain was almost unbearable. He screamed, letting all his anger take control of his actions. He ripped all the sheets off of his bed, tossing them behind him. The straw mattress he ripped, sending straw flying every where. Tears were falling down his cheeks now, forcing his breathing into short, sharp breaths. He swiped his arm across the top of his table, sending several maps to the ground. He kicked the table and chair, knocking them over. He was just about to throw his scrying mirror to the ground, when two soft hands cupped his wet cheeks.

Eragon closed his eyes and fell to the ground, sobbing like a child. Never once did the strong grip leave his face. Eragons body was shaking, and he forced himself to breath. Pain, pain, PAIN! gone, gone GONE! He had lost Saphira, and without her, he was nothing.

"Shhhhh. Calm, calm, calm." Arya's soothing voice whispered. She stroked his hair, which was still wet with sweat, with one of her hands. Slowly Eragon stopped shaking, and his breathing became normal. Tears still fell, but emotions no longer controlled his actions. In that moment in time, Eragon became more determined, more determined than he had been in his entire life, of one thing: Galbatorix was going to die.

A/N: So, I have never read any fan fictions that Saphira died. (if there are some, and I'm stealing your idea I am not aware of it and I apologize if I am!) So I thought I would give it a try. This is a short chapter, so I can see if people are interested. If they are, then I will keep writing. But updates will come slower than my other fic (decisions) like maybe once a month.

Review please!