A/N: So this story is basically how I see the last book. Of course this is fan fiction and I will have changed a few things in the last book or two and then adding new elements. So that is my warning to everyone who reads this. Should be good, probably not that original, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

Several weeks had past since the battle at Feinster and the Varden made the city their new fortress. The elves had come to join them and the battle front had been silent for sometime. Eragon stood in town square; he and Saphira stared at the empty shells of burnt buildings. Scaffolding had been placed beside many of the building and an attempt to rebuild the city was being made. Despite the step forward in the war, Eragon's heart was heavy. One of his most painful thoughts was of his cousins' disappearance at the burning plains. He saw Roran kill the twins before he was distracted by Murtagh; however on his return to the Varden it was concluded that Roran was lost. Eragon had scoured the burning plains for two days before he was forced to give up.

The other thought which clouded his mind was of his teacher, Oromis. The vision of his death replayed within Eragons mind without end. How was he to fight both Galbatorix and Murtagh without his teachers, sure he had Glaedr's heart of hearts, but it was silent and would do nothing for anyone, even the Queen Izlanzadi was refused.

"Ah, little one, you can not blame yourself for these things."

Eragon shook his head and turned to his dragon, "But I can."

Saphire growled at him and he understood. She was right, but he could not stop the guilt that coursed through him. The Varden horns sounded loudly, Eragon ran to Saphira, quicker then any human, jumped to his dragons back. Saphira launched herself into the air, while he reached out his mind to Arya. It took precious seconds, but Eragon soon found her and responded calling him to the East tower.

"What has happened?" Eragon called to her when they arrived.

"An army approaches!" She yelled pointing in the distance; he looked in that direction to see the mass of soldiers marching towards the city.

"Where is Nasuada?" Eragon shouted.

"Inside." Arya replied nodding towards the tower.

Eragon stood from the saddle and leapt the short distance onto the tower. "That was not necessary!" Saphira said as she landed on the wall. Eragon merely grinned and followed Arya into the tower and down several stair cases. They entered a small room in which Nasuada and several other leaders waited.

"It would seem," Nasuada began, "That Galbatorix has been unnerved by our victory here and else where." Eragon looked at Arya, wondering her thoughts. "Eragon!" Saphiras voice echoed in his mind.

"What is it? I'm supposed to be listening to Nasuada."

"I know, but look!" And an image entered his mind, it was of the approaching army and from the tree's came flying a red dragon. Eragon hissed to himself. Nasuada looked up at him and so did everyone else, "Murtagh is here."

Nasuada nodded, "I thought he would be. He will be your concern."

Eragon gave a curt nod. And then the image pressed into his mind again. He saw the Thorn come out of the tree's and fly over Galbatorix's army. He frowned, why was she showing him again? He quickly saw why. And after a few more seconds a second dragon came out of the trees, a green dragon.

"Nasuada!" Eragon interrupted her again.

"What is it, Eragon?" She replied with a slight tone of annoyance.

"The other dragon has been hatched."

The room was silent; one of the Surdan Commanders marched to the only window in the room. "It is true. I see the second beast now." He said in his thick accent.

"Can you handle two riders?" Nasuada asked looking at Eragon.

"I don't have a choice."

Nasuada nodded, whatever she continued to say Eragon did not hear it. He instead concentrated on how he was going to fight two riders. All he concluded was that he and Saphira would stay defensive and try to out manoeuvre the other riders. He was soon dismissed and Eragon jogged with Arya down to the ground floor where his armour was promised to be waiting. "I was not listening, what are the commander's tasks?" He asked in a low whisper to Arya

"It is not important, with you alone facing two riders; you will be too occupied to help others."

Eragon sighed as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He found there that his armour was indeed waiting for him. He put it on as fast as his new body allowed. Saphira landed outside the tower and he ran out to join her. As he mounted small drops of rain began to fall. "It always rains." Eragon said softly. And then they were in the sky.

Saphira impatiently hovered above the city; he felt her unease and wished that he could get this battle over with as well. The other two riders hovered patiently over their army as though they were waiting for him to make the first move. He sighed, his strategy may have no effect and he may have to try something different. Together Saphira and Eragon realized that they may not win this battle. In fact it was more than likely they would die.

"Perhaps we should make the first move." Eragon thought.

"Perhaps, but I think it wiser to use our original plan, we may use this time to observe them." Saphira replied.

"But they are not doing anything."

"They are taunting you."

Eragon nodded, even though Saphira could not see him do so. She was right they were playing on his impatience, and he must do better to control himself. Eragon looked up at the darkening clouds and allowed the heavy drops of rain wash over his face. He focused his eyes back on Murtagh and the new rider. "Saphira?" he asked aloud.

"Yes?"

"I have a bad feeling about that other rider."

"So do I, little one."

In silence, they watched the first of Galbatorix's soldiers run at the half broken walls of Feinster. And within minutes the sounds of clashing metals and mortal screams filled the air. Eragon wished he could fly down and help, but his task would not allow it. Soon Murtagh and Thorn moved. They rushed sideways away from the other rider and circled around towards Eragon. Merging their minds Saphira and Eragon launched to meet Murtagh. The two half-brothers came fast towards each other and just before they were to hit Saphira dipped below Thorn and twisted in time to burn his under belly with her fire-breathe. Thorn's cry pierced Eragons ears as both dragons came back around.

Eragon held tight to his saddle as soon as he sensed Saphira's plan. And the dragon tumbled and rolled through the air like it was water. She tried everything to out fly the younger dragon and it worked for a time until the green dragon suddenly appeared. Thorn and his green friend flew in on both sides of Saphira. She began fighting tooth and nail with them, just as Eragon had to move twice as fast with his sword to fight off Murtagh and the other rider. Murtagh was quicker to recover from Eragons strikes, but the other rider was slower and clumsier giving Eragon much needed time to focus on Murtagh.

But, quickly he began loosing much of his energy and his arm slowed. Saphira sensed this and whipped her tail around into Thorn's face, breaking his hold on her and allowing her to drop several feet. Eragon breathed heavily and sheathed his sword. He had only seconds before the other dragons were on him again. He removed a glove and touched the stone in Brom's ring. A rush of cool energy flooded his body and Saphira's. His dragon flipped back around and flew head on towards the other two. But there was only Murtagh and Thorn.

Eragon looked around as fast as he could, the green dragon and rider were gone. He had barely enough time to pull out his sword as Murtagh came crashing into them. He could was not able to brace for the impact of his sword against Murtagh's. The strike sent painful vibrations into his elbows, but he held strong against Murtaghs force. However what he did not expect and should have expected, was a sudden blow to the other side of his body. The force itself dislodged him from his saddle and as he flew into the air he had time to watch his sword fall and the green rider throw a second attack on Saphira. "Eragon!" She roared as gravity took hold of his body and pulled him towards the Earth. As fast as he could he began reciting the ancient language in an attempt to slow his fall or maybe pull himself back to Saphira. Eragons body merely flipped around in the air and to his misfortune he could no longer see his dragon, but the ground hurtling towards him.

As he tumbled through the air, certain thoughts began to take form, the kind that only truly appeared near ones death. Eragon wondered whether his life would flash before his eyes like they say it does, or whether there is somewhere for his spirit to go when his body is crushed. However, Eragon did not receive answers to these questions, as the thoughts were shaken out of him when he felt a sudden jolt and began rising back into the air. Eragon tried to squirm and twist, but there was a great grip around his middle preventing him from moving, but Eragon did not need to see to know it was a dragon that was holding him. "Oh, Saphira!" he exclaimed graciously.

But there was no reply and Eragon began to fear the worst, he had been captured, but surely Saphira was not dead. He would have felt it, wouldn't he? His panic was once again interrupted. "It is not me, little one." Her inner voice was tired. Eragon sighed with relief and attempted to see what dragon held him, but he was unable to see more then a dark shape.

Quickly he saw Saphira and then was above her. Gently the new dragon circled down to Saphira and let go of Eragon. With his fast reflexes he was able to grab hold of one of the saddle straps and he quickly pulled himself into his saddle. "Where are Murtagh and the other rider?" He asked Saphira.

"They were chased off by them."

Eragon finally looked across the span of air that separated him from the other dragon. It was a large dragon, not big like Glaedr was but bigger then Saphira and comparing the features to Saphira and Thorn Eragon realised the other dragon was probably female. The color of the dragon and that of its riders armour/ clothing was a deep purple. Like Saphira was a sapphire, this dragon was an amethyst. "The other riders have fled and if you look closely so has most of the other army." Said the rider, the voice was strange. If this rider were a female then she deepened her voice to mask it, and if the rider were a male then he lightened his, it continued, "Who leads the riders now? I see there is still some division."

Eragon bit his tongue to stop himself from laughing, this rider clearly did not know the irony of what they spoke. "I am the last free dragon rider." Eragon said proudly.

The rider cocked its helmed head to the side, "Then perhaps we should find a place to talk properly."

"But what if-"

"The battle is over; clearly it was a trap for you and a distraction for your army."

"This isn't my army."

The rider shrugged and its dragon turned, they began flying west ward towards a forest.

"Should we follow?" Eragon asked Saphira

"I think we should."

"Right."

As they began following the other rider Eragon touched his mind to Arya and alerted her to his plans. She disapproved, but she could not stop him, nor would he allow her to.