LK- yayness! An Eragon fic! I had this idea for a while now so yea. Please forgive me for not finishing Chained Memories first but there's this nasty little thing called writers block. So yea, anyways, please read and review!

Disclaimer-the only thing I even want to own from Eragon is Murtagh and a dragon. Other than that, I own nothing D

By: Lonely Kitty

Ch.01 The Calm before the Storm

The Reason for Dragons

'this is it'

Eragon thought to himself.

'this battle will decide the fate of all Alagaësia'

Eragon felt a small tingle as Saphira gently touched his mind. He let her in without hesitation.

'Don't worry little one. We will be fine. If it comes to it, I will give my life to protect you.'

Eragon turned and glared at Saphira.

'Don't ever say that! EVER! We will fight as one, we will die as one.'

The sapphire blue dragon closed her eyes and hurred in response.

Satisfied with her response Eragon turned and stared out to the barren land before them and a little farther, Galbatorix's army.

His army was much larger than what remained of the Varden's forces. About fifteen soldiers to each Varden member. It was going to be a rough battle. But come Murtagh or Galbatorix himself, he would stand firm and see to it that the Varden would win.

"Garrow, Brom, everyone, I promise you, I will win!"

Eragon opened his eyes and looked back at his army…no…his friends and allies. He took in everyone's face slowly, remembering each and everyone and committing the moment to memory.

Finally his eyes stopped at Arya he gave a small smile in her direction, admiring her determined expression. It would take dying to stop her from winning this war.

Just for precaution, he put an extra ward around her. He turned once again to the battlefield.

'they are coming little one'

Saphira said quietly.

'I know…its now….or never.'

With a new fire in his eyes, Eragon turned one last time and looked fondly at his army.

"Friends."

He said with a strong voice. But behind that strong voice was a determination so fierce that it made everyone stand taller, prouder, and with their own fire in their eyes.

"We have all traveled far and wide to be here. All with out own reasons and motivations. We have triumphed in the face of defeat, danced with death and conquered. We have gained new allies and I regret to say that we lost comrades as well."

"sniff….King Hortgar…"

An overly emotional dwarf whispered.

But today we shall avenge those who we have lost and make way for a future free of King Galbatorix's grasp!

HWAHHHHH!

The crowd let out a cry of agreement as they stared fiercely at the opposing army.

In the distance, Eragon heard the loud ominous thudding of giant wings. And in a blurry flash, a blood red scar streaked across the sky.

Eragon silently whispered to himself.

'Murtagh'

Behind him he heard Saphira growl quietly.

'are you ready little one?'

Saphira asked quietly.

'whenever you are Saphira.'

Eragon replied.

'then let us go'

Eragon opened his eyes.

"Right."

He raised his voice so that everyone behind him could hear.

"Now, let this be the beginning of the end!"

Raising his new ice blue sword to the sky he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"ATTACK!"

Apparently Murtagh had issued the same command because now both armies were charging at each other.

Saphira tensed and jumped into the sky, doing a quick twirl and began heading at the same direction to where Murtagh was.

The two brothers raced at each other at breakneck speed and where just about to collide when a concussion so strong veered them off course. Both of them narrowly missing each other by a wings length.

They crashed to the ground with a sickening 'thud' as they looked up to see what the hell had caused the boom.

But as soon as they looked up a louder concussion filled the air with its powerful vibrations.

Murtagh gritted his teeth,

Eragon flinched.

Several more concussions followed the first two, each stronger and louder than its predecessor.

And finally they stopped all together. By now everyone had stopped their fighting and turned to stare at the sky. The tension in the air could be cut by a knife as the sky seemed to split apart.

'little one!'

'Master!'

Both Saphira and Thorn warned their Riders to be careful. Whatever was coming….well, it couldn't be good.

As soon as the thought went through to the Rider's, a huge figure shot out of the sky and into the empty space in between the two armies. The huge mass landed with a heavy thud that sent trembles and harsh vibrations all around.

The creature stood up and stretched out its long neck and opened its eyes.

Right in between the two armies, in the middle of Alagaësia, stood a pure white dragon with a rider on its head.

TBC?

LK-well, there you have it. It's rather short compared to my other fic. Well, please review! Until then, ill keep it up nya!

The One and Only Lonely Kitty