This is just a random ramble to help with my slight writer's block. *Mutters stupid writer's block*

Each heartbeat was like a part of his soul breaking away from him. Flowing farther and farther away until it

disappeared completely, leaving his heart to ice with each pound, with each surge through his veins. Never had he

felt so empty. A gaping pit was left in his chest, a black hole consuming every emotion, never to be seen again. His

mind was soundless, not a grunt nor chuckle to be heard. He was dead to the world now, only talking when

necessary. His eyes gave nothing away, only a cold malice glinted within. To those who looked, it was an endless

abyss of darkness making them prickle with fear, shudder under his gaze, and look away towards the ground,

anywhere but those immortal eyes. He killed with no regret, nor remorse, taking lives effortlessly as if they were

only annoying flies.

Magic swirled angrily about him to the point where popping could be heard and the crackling of electricity buzzed

around him. Hatred built within him as he approached a black castle, looking up at its enormous mass with steely

resolve. He entered and soon found what he was looking for. Up a flight of endless stairs he went, belligerence

strong in his mind. There sat the king, idly looking out a window large enough for Shruikin to fit in. Without a word

he stood and took out his blade. The battle of blades had begun. His blows were strong, but his opponent was

stronger still. His power was not his own, making the king weaker. Slowly the rebel searched the whole of the castle

for Eldurnari, destroying them with a simple word of the Ancient Language. This person, this monster, in front of

him had killed all who he held dear to him, and now, he would pay for all the destruction and death of this land.

With one final strike the rebel knocked the king to his knees and pierced his back, straight through his fowl heart

once and for all.

Eragon fell to his knees and howled in aguish for all his losses. A tear stained his filthy face, feebly going down his

cheek where it stopped at his nose before falling off. More soon followed, cascading down in rivers, breaking off

into streams that never ended. Life did not have meaning anymore, no one would need him. No one would miss him.

He painstakingly held up his sword to his broken heart, plunging it into his chest. A gasp of pain emitted from his

mouth, life moving in slow-motion as his body fell with a thump, echoing in the abandoned castle. I'm coming

Saphira. A small smile was upon his face as he fell. Eragon: Slayer of Shades, bane of the Ra'Zac, and Savior of

Alagaesia was gone.

He would be known as a legend, taking his own life to join his beloveds. He had gone through so much pain that no

one deserved to be in, grown up faster than he should have, and put to rest earlier than anyone expected. He left

Alagaesia forever, never to be seen again. Alagaesia was in chaos, small groups of rebels formed, creating

destruction as they went. The land itself became dry. Volcanoes erupted, spreading ash, covering cities. Hurricanes

spread further havoc in other villages, and soon, nothing was left. All living creatures went extinct, where once the

great elves lived, charred remains were left. Urgal, human, and dwarven cities; nothing but ruble.

There aren't always happy endings with rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes things don't turn out the way people

imagined… All good things must come to an end. Life and death is inevitable, even for heroes.

I hope you all enjoyed this little...story of mine. Reviews are appreciated. =)