Okay, so I adopted this fic from Pie in the Face. For those who have been reading it, I hope I do it justice.

Chapter 1

I love you Saphira. Please go!

No, I won't leave you here!

Gánga Saphira. Take my sword; give it to your new rider.

Eragon, no. I'll bring you back to the Varden. Eragon, I can't leave you.

Go now, rebuild the riders, defeat the king and tell your new rider that I love her and I'll always be there, somehow.Eragon's breathing became harsh as his life blood was seeping onto the ground.

I love you little one. I will fulfill with wishes. Wiol ono, for you, my rider. With that Saphira took Brisingr and flew away as she felt have of her slip into the void. I left him there, not even a proper burial. I left him there for Murtagh. Oh Eragon, why did you leave me?

At Feinster

Arya was pacing around her tent. Where's Eragon? He should be here by now. It was only a little scouting trip. Oh, why do I worry about him so? He's fine. He's quite capable of defending himself, besides he has Saphira with him. She kept telling herself that over and over to suppress her worry. Arya took a deep breath and stepped outside.

She started walking towards the forest, intending to clear her head until she saw a blue speck come quickly towards Feinster. Saphira! She thought, knowing it was her immediately. She set a tender of thought out towards the dragon but was blocked off by a wall of grief, sorrow, and guilt. Eragon, I can't feel him. Where is he? Arya's calmed worries came back with more panic, but she hid it underneath a calm mask.

A low sorrow-filled roar echoed across the city. Moments later, an anguish-filled yell made everybody in the city wince. Gone! Gone forever!

Nasuada, Blödhgarm, and the other spell casters come out. When Saphira landed, they all saw Brisingr in her claw. "What has happened to your rider, Bjartskular?" Blödhgarm asked. Nasuada stood ridged with lines of worry etched into her face.

He has fallen. My rider is no more. Saphira stated. Mummers and gasps echoed though the pavilion. Some were so shocked that they promptly fainted. Arya was shocked that she didn't say anything. A long, silence followed those sentences.

Nasuada broke the silence. "How? Please tell us Saphira. We need to know."

I will only show those of which I trust or to those that it is necessary to know. Arya, Nasuada, King Orrin, Orik, Jörmundur, and Blödhgarm, you may stay. Nasuada nodded her head and sent the others way. I can't tell you for you would not be able to understand me in my time of morning so I will show you. I have your permission? Everyone nodded. Very well.

They all found themselves looking though Saphira's eyes. Everything was tinted blue. Little one, it's time to head back, there's nothing to report.

Very well, let's return to the Varden. A twinge of pain came from Saphira. Eragon looked over and saw one of her wings had an arrow. Blast, enemy soldiers. Why didn't we sense them?

They must have a spell caster to cover up their presence. Saphira landed and looked at the soldiers. They all had blank looks it their eyes. They must be the soldiers-that-feel-no-pain.

Come on Saphira. Let's show them what a rider and dragon can do!

Little one, don't be too rash, there's at least two-hundred.

I know, but we can take them, right?

Of course! I just don't want you getting hurt.

Oh Saphira, I have you. With that they charged the soldiers. They immediately got surrounded. After the last soldier was killed they were both tired. Eragon was about to get on Saphira when an arrow came towards him. Before Eragon could react, it hit him in the shoulder. He let out a surprised yelp and stumbled a bit while drawing Brisingr. Murtagh stepped out of the shadows, followed by Thorn.

"So we meet again, dear brother of mine," Murtagh said.

"Ha! I'm not your brother! Brom was my father. Selena was my mother, yes but I'm not Morzon's son."

"Very well, but by order of the king, you are to be captured and taken to him."

"If you thought I was going to go freely, you are very mistaken." Then Eragon charged. The fight between both riders and both dragons lasted for an hour until Saphira pinned Thorn down. She was about to deal a death blow but she felt Eragon's leg break though their connection. All Eragon heard was that blood-chilling laughter. Eragon stumbled slightly as he was trying to regain his balance Murtagh brought Zar'roc in a sweeping arch cutting Eragon from his shoulder to his opposite hip. Eragon fell face first into the dirt. Then they all felt Saphira's memory stutter as if almost forgetting to cover something up, and then continued. The rest of the memory was Saphira feeling her rider slip into the void.

There was a long, drawn out silence as everyone tried to comprehend that Eragon is gone. No more. With that Saphira flew away leaving them standing there numb with shock. Though her grief she didn't even notice the lone figure following her from below.