The True Ending
Eragon blocked the King's blow with the hilt of his sword, And was about to attack but then Galbatorix had kicked him in the middle of his chest.
Eragon was flat on his back with no air in his lungs. He felt the edge of a sword on his throat. Brisinger was out of reach. He saw Arya pinned down by the mad dragon as well with Saphira.
"You will swear to me boy, or you friends will die" Said Galbatorix.
"I will Never swear!" Eragon yelled to the mad king.
Eragon heard a scream,He looked to Arya and Shruikan started to push his massive black claw in her chest.
"Stop! I will, I will do it." He said. The king drove his mind into his and made Eragon swear to him in the Ancient Language and toke his true name.
"If you will Shruikan." Galbatorix said to the black dragon. Arya screamed once more then nothing. Eragon looked at her the dragons claw in her. She was dead, Eragon couldn't breath, couldn't think.
"Arya!" Eragon screamed. He tried to use magic but could speak or think the words.
"Boy you think i would let you use your spells under my control." The king started to laugh. What now i am his slave and Arya is gone Eragon thought. Shruikan had Saphira's neck in his claws choking her then her mind was black. She had passed out.
"You will go back out in to the city and help my forces take back the city grounds and kill all of the elves." The mad king had ordered Eragon to fight and he had to. He got off the floor and picked up Brsinger.
And went to the massive wooden doors that lead out to the city. The varden were pushing the Empire back. Eragon walked towards the army and the varden yelled with joy when they saw him. Eragon ran to the Varden and started to kill them.
Once they realized what he was doing they know what must have happened. Eragon stabbed at the soldiers until he saw Roran. Roran saw Eragon and saw what he was doing. Fear showed on his cousins face.
"retreat!" Roran screamed over the armies. The Empire cheered for they had won. Nothing could stop them with all of the riders on their side. The Empire ran after the small groups of fleeing Varden. Nasuada was standing still staring at Eragon.
"Eragon!" She yelled "You have betrayed us!"
"I had no choice, He had Sahpira." He replied "He killed Arya." Eragon almost fell to the ground. The woman he had loved had died he could do nothing about it. She was dead.
Nasuada ran to Eragon and stabbed at him. He grabbed the blade with his hand and pulled it from her. He turned the sword to her and pushed it with all the strength he had left. It went in her, then she went limp. Eragon had killed her. The Empire had won, and the Varden was dead.