AN:
this is my first so hope it's good! i have a lot written down already but it will take some time for me to type it into my computer... i will try my best to both continue writting and to upload but right now i have some exams so might take a while...
this first chapter is based on the story "forever" by PrincessAray although i trust you'll see the difference next chapter
The Demise:
While Saphira and Thorn occupied Shruikan Arya, with the speed and elegance that even some elves don't possess, ran up his neck to his head and with a single strike ran the Dauthader through Shruikan's eye. The giant dragon roared, in pain for a few seconds, and in all the confusion, no one heard a single muffled groan and the sound of a sword hitting the hard granite floor.
Arya was still holding the Dauthader in her hand when she heard Saphira roar in anger and pain. She turned just in time to see Galbatorix draw his sword out of Eragon's gut and Eragon falling to the ground.
"No." The small whisper of disbelief was the only thing she could do before her mind was assaulted. She took a quick look around and saw that all the other occupants of the room, even Nasuada, were assaulted mentally as well. She felt the faint presence of the mad Eldunari but mostly she felt Galbatorix's deadly presence. The attack was so intense that no one was even able to move.
She saw Galbatorix coming towards her out of the corner of her eye, ready to make her pay for killing his second dragon. He was just a few paces away, his sword held above his head ready to strike, when the mental attack stopped as abruptly as it started. She looked and saw Galbatorix's body fall to the ground, closely followed by his head. Behind him she saw Eragon barely standing, holding Brisinger in his hand, the blue blade smeared with blood.
He stood there panting for a couple of seconds, giving her a small, weak, smile before he fell to the ground, his blade falling out of arm's reach.
She ran to him and fell to her knees. The sight she saw scared her more than anything she's ever seen. Eragon's shirt was soaked with his own blood and a large wound was in his gut. She felt it on the other side of his body, just as big and bloody.
She looked up at his face and saw he still had the smile on his lips. His eyes focused on her and his smile grew a bit bigger as he said weakly, "We did it."
"Yes Eragon. You did it!" she said with an encouraging smile and a small laugh as she moved to rest his head on her knees.
She saw his eyes slightly lose focus and he was silent as he talked to Saphira, telling her not to worry and that everything will be alright.
'I know little one' she said sadly and flooded him with love and compassion through their mental link.
He came back to himself to see Arya looking at him with pain in her eyes, a single tear starting to form in her eye.
"I guess this is goodbye than" he said, his voice shaking with the pain of breathing, and leaving.
"No!" Arya said, resolve erasing all pain and sadness from her face. She gently laid his head down on the floor and then quickly turned to his side placing her hand over his stomach.
"No, don't. You don't have enough…"
"Hush!" she told him.
"Waise Heil!" she said and never has she meant it more.
The wound was beginning to close up, but far too slowly. She then felt a nudge in her mind from Saphira and then remembered all the others in the room. She quickly extended her mind to Saphira and the Eldunari and took from their energy to feed the spell, each one giving all he can.
But still she could not close it fast enough and she realized that Eragon was now in a pool of his own blood. Suddenly an idea struck her and she murmured another spell. She watched as the spell took effect and saw Eragon's blood start to flow back into his body. Suddenly she felt another foreign presence approach her mind. Fearing it was hostile, she attacked with ferocity and strength like never before, like an animal protecting its young.
'I want to help!' she heard Murtagh scream in the Ancient Language. She stopped the attack and allowed him to give her energy.
Slowly she saw the blood leave the floor and Eragon's clothes, and the wound closing up.
"I love you" she suddenly heard Eragon whisper, barely audible.
She looked in disbelief as he closed his eyes and stilled.
There was no stopping the tears that followed.
When the wound closed completely, the only sign of the deadly injury was a torn shirt.
Arya looked at Eragon, expecting him to wake up. To get up and bombard her with all the questions he could think of.
But he didn't move.
AN:
i know the cliffhanger sucks but the next chapter is up
