An: so I'm taking a little brake for the other story that I am writing and branching out a little.
So this story is set before the ending battle, it's just a small little conversation between Eragon and Saphira. The story was inspired by Jimmy Eats World's very own The Middle. .com/watch?v=FV-HPOHu8mY – Random link for toughs who don't know the song.
Disclamer: I do not own Eragon Christopher does.
Now on with the story.
"What are you think about little one?" Saphira asked nudging Eragons side lightly.
"About what has happened, what is happening, and what will happen." Eragons answer came distantly, like his mind was else were and not on the conversation he was having. "I'm worried about Nasuada, I want to know if she is ok. And I don't want the people of Carvahall to be hurt in this fight." He blabbed. Soon afterward he found himself talking about anything and everything that came to his mind. He knew that he had nothing to worry about Saphira would listen to him; she would not say anything or judge him for what he said.
"Little one," she interrupts him gently her voice soft and caring. "You need not worry so much, everything will be alright. You are strong you'll be able to do everything you need to. As the others they will be fine. They all believe in the cause that they are fighting for, and most of them have families to come home to, they will not die that easily." She comfort's while he idly listens, staring out into space. "And as for Nasuada, she's smart shell be able to keep herself alive at least for a time, at least until we get there to save her. Not only will she stay alive but she will not reveille any of our secrets to him either."
"I don't care if Galbatorix learns our plans for her or not; he more than likely already knows about them, and is full prepared to defend against them." Eragon snapped looking out to the darkening sky once again. "Saphira do you really think that we are going to be able to beat him?" he questioned without meaning to. The thought had been weighing on his mind but he never meant to say it aloud.
"Of course," Saphira replied stunned at the fact that her partner would say such athing. Puffing out her chest she adds confidently, "Little one, with the help of all the other dragons, Arya, and Roran, do you think that we will lose!"
With that Eragon let out a short, curt laugh. "You're so sure about that, but what if it's not enough? We're one dragon and rider against the king of the land and his dragon Shruikan, plus add on Murtagh, my half-brother, and Thorn. I just don't think that I'll be able to beet either of them with magic or blade."
"Eragon!" She scowled her voice now laced with shock and anger. "I can't believe that you would actually say that. If that stays on your mind you have already lost the battle!"
"I know all that," Eragon said looking at her now. "But I still think that we are not strong enough to beat either of them."
"ENOUGH!" Saphira growled both audibly and through the mind like. "We will win." She states plainly her voice full of anger. "If we don't the world will stay this way forever."
"I know but-"
"No, no buts, if you do not think that you are strong enough to win then you practice you don't just give up!" Saphira growled again glaring into his eyes.
Eragon sighs looking into her Sapphire blue eyes, "I guess you're right." Standing he adds. "I'm going to go find Arya."
AN: Phew! That's done! That is a lot of typing! Well I hope that you enjoyed it. Please everyone R&R