Fury
Author's note: My stories tend to not post correctly. They like to say the same thing twice and cut out other things, so sorry if this one does. Anyway reviews welcome.
Galbatorix struck Eragon in the face, then ran toward Eragon looked up he saw the sword stroke the Blue and Eragon Shadeslayer were gone…..From across the battlefield Eragon's scream was looked up from his duel with Arya and Nasuada and saw Eragon collapse. A blind fury took him when he beheld this. He uttered several ancient words that he had not known before…A great cry of despair went up as Murtagh's spell took hold and drained the energy from the bodies of nearly everything and into fell like rain from the sky all over the continent. Deer dropped dead and their hunters' with them. Fish floated dead in rivers, lakes, and streams. The Menoa tree wilted and fell along with its forest and all life in it. Grass curled up and died dwarves died in their great halls. A wave of death that had been seen only once before swept the entire continent. All because of one furious swing of a sword. All the remnants of the Varden and the Empire followed Murtagh to tried to order having the power of an entire continent at his disposal was not to be commanded. The death cry of the greatest tyrant in history rang over the vast wasteland. All because of fury.