The sun began to set, orange fading into a beautiful pink shade. The sun shown beautifully through the bright green leaves. Saphira's blue gaze scanned the area around her. Her nostrils flared as a peculiar scent lingered nearby. Eragon was out somewhere in Tronjheim, waiting for the king to be selected. She missed him deeply, she was worried so much about him. A hint of sadness splashed into her low, forlorn groan. She slowly lumbered toward whatever seemed to be interested in her nearby, emitting a low growl to warn it to keep off.
A red dragon bent his head down and looked up at Saphira with a challenging look in his red, menacing eyes. Saphira thought, "Oh, it's you again... I thought I told you to back off, hatchling!" she muttered in a bothered tone, her voice wavering as her mind still seemed to wade through the deep thoughts and memories of Eragon. Was he okay? She seemed to suddenly feel as if he was in danger at this moment. All she could do right now though was wait and see, no matter how hard it was. The red dragon spat back mentally, "Oh shut up, you know who the weakling is here. You don't need to hand the title over to me just because I'm younger than you!" harshly, not even waiting for her thoughts of what he had said before he took a skillful snap at the air. Saliva hit the female dragon's scales as he had done so. Saphira's broad face scrunched up into a disgusted expression as she challenged him further, pinning him down to the cold, hard Earth.
Thorn attacked in reply freezing Saphira in her steps as he wiggled out of her wrath. His long, flexible neck slithered toward the middle of Saphira's. He pulled his lips up and sunk his ivories deep into her neck with a wild expression spread across his youthful face. Blood splattered in the air, adding blots of dark red to Saphira's neck, and Thorn's lighter red scales. "Missing your human? He'll never be as powerful as my Murtagh or even Galbatorix! Just give up already!" he taunted, sensing the worry wandering around her soul. Saphira swallowed hard as the bite, and her thoughts, had caused her throat to tighten. "He already is. I will never give up, never ask me to, I won't. Get ready to meet your doom, hatchling!" her voice trailed off harshly as she whipped her tail powerfully and tackled him to the ground, this time Thorn not getting away.
The tumbled across the long expanse of the meadow, using her claws and teeth to spread pain throughout Thorn's body. She rolled off and extended her powerful fours upward into a dominant stance, looking down at him menacingly. She scanned his fast-maturing body with her beautiful sapphires before taking one last strong bite into his back. Thorn yelped in terror and scrambled away. He managed to elevate himself higher up in the sky and then flew off, not too high off the ground.
"You stay there! Don't you dare come any closer to the Varden again because you'll have to go through me once more! Don't you even think about taunting us with your pathetic threats anymore! You stay back where you belong and wait for my dear rider and I to end your misery!" Saphira shouted with such immense passion into his mind, and it was true. One day they would end these silly games and finally win what was rightfully their's. Victory.
