A/N: I got this random idea...I don't know why...I just did. And I wrote it in like 5 minutes in the car so be nice!
Disclamer: I don't own Eragon:
Arya sat on a beach curled into a ball. Her head was resting on her knees. The stream before her flowed peacefully. Something Arya only wished for. She wished for peace. Inner peace. Three years since Galbatorix died. But that also meant three years since Eragon had died.
The pain was brought back anew, as memories flew at her. They flashed before her eyes, as if they were real. She saw Eragon, flying on Saphira above her. The pain in her chest, that came from seeing his brown eyes shine, was almost unbearable. He was flying to confront Galbatorix, to hopefully prevail. Then she turned her eyes away from the rider, slaying the solder she was fighting with one blow.
Then, she saw Eragon fighting Galbatorix, she could see the young rider was tired. It had taken her almost an hour to reach the throne room, and she was regretting her decision to stay and fight with the varden instead of going with Eragon. But there was no time for regret as she jumped into action, trying with all her might to hit the dark king.
The battle went on for what seemed like forever, no one hurting the other. Galbatorix didn't even seem the least bit tired. In fact it seemed like he was playing with them. And then it happened. Arya herd a scream, and she turned just in time to see Galbatorix pull his sword out of Eragons stomach. Eragon was slumped on the floor, gasping for breath.
Arya's brain was hurting, the king was breaking into her mind. But she could do nothing. She saw the king walking towards her, sword held high. But she couldn't move, the king had her paralyzed. Then he broke into her mind, it hurt excruciatingly. And the pain only got worse as he started to shift through her memories.
And then it was gone. She looked up from her place on the floor to see a blue blade, sticking through Galbatorix's throat. "Eragon!" she thought, and she got up and ran to the rider, though her muscles were screaming at her. She looked at his face, and she could see the color leaving it. "I will save you!" She thought
Then the memories were gone, and once again she was sitting near the stream. It was still flowing peacefully. Peace, inner peace. She wanted it more than anything, because nothing could bring back the ones she loved. And nothing would bring them back, nothing at all.
One more memory flashed before her. She could still see his face, tears in his eyes. He knew he was about to die, no one could do anything about it. "Arya" he had whispered "I love you" She remembered the tears coming down her face. "I love you too." she whispered back. She didn't even know if he had herd it, it was so quiet. Then he went limp in her arms, gone from the earth. Forever.
Back on the beach, Arya collapsed, overwhelmed. Tears were running down her face again, as they had so often the past few years. If it had been before the war was over, she wouldn't cry. But now it did not matter. Now she cried, for Eragon, for Faolin, for her Father. For everyone who she had lost. As the sun set, she wiped her raw cheeks. Taking a deep shaky breath, she stood up. Walking away from the peaceful stream. Away from the only peace she had, forever.
A/N: What do you think? Please let me know! But please only constructive criticism!