The man looked down in silence. The world shifted;
"You ready?"
"Of course!" Giving out a loud roar, the dragon dived towards the unfortunate enemy.
The man was startled when the boat shook violently, he was again absorbed by his memories;
A women was in front of him. She was laughing a musical laugh. He was overjoyed by the sound.
He shook himself out of his memories of her, they only made him feel worse. In the end, thinking of her brought the memory he had been dreading;
The clash of steel was resonating throughout the city. The man fought well, but he stood no chance against the man laughing in front of him. Blow against blow, it was obvious that he was going to lose. An elf ran to his aid, only to be struck down by the madman. Then she came, together, they were starting to win the fight, slowly, but steadily. Then disaster found its way towards them. She slipped on blood that was seeping to the ground. Madmen, don't tend to hesitate. Before she could recover, he slammed his sword through her head. "ARYAAAA" he screamed. In a furious fit of rage Eragon held Galbatorix at a stalemate. A sword was swung at the king, Vanir's to be exact. Now they had a definite advantage. Pressing on, Galbatorix unleashed a flurry of blows that they were not expecting. A blade was coming toward his stomach and he knew he could not stop it. He was smacked to the side by Vanir, taking the blow aimed At Eragon. Eragon, recovered before Galbatorix, who's blade was stuck in Vanir. Eragon sliced off the mad kings head.
Eragon dropped Brisinger and ran to Arya to check for a pulse, even though he knew there was none. "Eragon" Vanir stuttered. Running to Vanir, Eragon was about to start healing him when Vanir said. "Don't" Vanir looked Eragon over. "I am going to die, you cant stop that! You know this" Vanir was gasping for breath.
Eragon looked at the floor ashamed "Can I ask of one more thing from you?"
"Anything" Vanir nodded, giving him the go ahead. He started violently coughing up blood.
Eragon sang a spell that took away all but the energy he needed to walk. Placing Brisinger in his now look alike's hand, he stumbled away.
"Saphira" Eragon sent over their mental link. "Saphira!" Sending a little bit of energy to her he tried to wake her up.
"Eragon" was all she said.
"Can you please act like I was dead?" Sending her what he had done, she obeyed.
A wise man once said, "Never make a dragon mad." This might have prompted Saphira, decided to show just how well she could act.
Crying Eragon managed to shut out the memories. "Eragon, land is approaching, we must get ready" .