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He lunged forward slicing his sword down in an arc. He danced between blade and bludgeon, cutting down his enemies, his foes fell to the left and the right until none stood before him and he was victorious once again. As the haze lifted from his vision, the first thing he noticed was that the sword he held was not his own. He glanced around to see all the soldiers he had just slain climbing back to their feet. Then the memories all came crashing back around him and he looked out over the crowd standing in the great tent and let their applause wash over him. With a slight inclination of his head he turned and swept off stage into the darkened rooms behind the partitioning wall. Brushing past his fellow performers he walked out the back of the theatrical tent into the narrow ally there. As the darkness enfolded him he let his mind wonder back over the past four hundred years.

He smiled at the love of his life, both of them actually, as they stood side by side. Both were looking at him with their heads tilted slightly to the side. They mirrored each other in stance, elf and dragon, like a pair of matched blades.

"What?" questioned Arya as she let the smallest of smiles grace her face. It was a smile that no one else ever saw, one that she withheld from all but him. His chest felt as if it were no longer capable of containing his heart as it swelled with love for the princess standing before him.

"It is nothing," and here his voice caught slightly "only that I never thought to see the one I loved so completely actually love me in return."

Arya let the smile that had been forming on her face overtake it wholly as she stepped toward her beloved and let herself become lost in a kiss that none other than rider and princess could understand.

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"Arya, Run." Screamed Eragon as he blocked galbatorix's sword. He knew that he would not be able to last long in this contest. At first he had thought that he might actually stand a chance versus the dark king. The king had not begun his attack with either magic or his mind, and it seemed as if the eldunari that sided with Eragon could hold off those belonging to the king. However as the fight progressed Eragon began to realize that the king was simply toying with him and that once galbatorix grew tired of Eragon, as it seemed he was beginning to, it would take mere seconds to finish him off. Even as Eragon realized this, the king spoke a word. It was not a word Eragon had ever heard before, nor would he ever hear it again. As the king spoke Eragon felt himself become fixed in place, no amount of strength he used was able to break him free. Saphira also seemed immobilized by the king's great power. Arya however, was for some reason that would forever remain unknown to Eragon was not, and she sprang towards the mad king even as Eragon cried for her to run. Of course she was unable to touch the king with her swords but the entirety of her body weight, light as it was, crashed into the king breaking his concentration allowing both Eragon and Saphira to move. Eragon leapt forward slashing his sword down toward the king, while at the same time attacking the king with his mind.

For a moment Eragon thought that perhaps he had won. But as a great wizard once said, "nothing is ever easy" and the king's wards blocked the blade while his eldunari protected his mind. Upon standing and throwing Arya off, the king once again bound Eragon and Saphera, but this time he did not make the mistake leaving Arya to her own devices. "A valid and admirable attempt, but futile all the same" stated galbatorix. "And now younglings, it is time for you to acknowledge me as your true master." As the king said this, Eragon felt a tendril of thought so fine that it bypassed his barriers almost without effort. And so ends the great hope of the varden and of a free alagaesia. Thought eragon. For he had lost, they had lost, and this was the end. As this thought crossed his mind he decided that it was an unacceptable outcome. Drawing on all of his power along with the power of eldunari that fought with him and everything else he could touch with his mind he cast a spell. It was not an attack on the king, not directly. It was an attack on the dragons. His spell shattered every heart of hearts under galbatorix's control. The king's eyes widened as he realized what eragon had done, and even as the power of the dragons exploded outward and away from their once confined structures galbatorix harnessed that power to cast a spell of his own.

The last thing Eragon saw before his wards, powered by the eldunari that were with him, flashed into place to protect him, was the king exploding in a burst of light so bright it burned all that he was looking at into his eyes for a short time. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, his legs giving way beneath him. He felt half his soul ripped from his body. As he collapsed to the ground he turned seeking the comfort that he knew the two he loved most in this world, or any other, could give him. But where Saphira and Arya should have been there were only charred bones upon blackened ground. And then all went black.

Opening his eyes, Eragon blinked to clear the haze. He peered around the darkened ally still slightly disoriented and trying to decide where exactly it was he was standing. He shook his head in attempt to clear it of such stygian thoughts before stepping out from between the tents into a slightly more lighted causeway that ran the length of the fair. Sighing deeply he trudged off in the general direction of his personal tent. Having had his fill of being in front of such a horde of people he was ready for the quiet solitude of his tent.

Hey guys, if you actually made it this far, thanks. This is only my second attempt at writing anything for this website and I would love some feedback. What I should work on, what was good, what was bad, and if I should go die in a hole and never write again. As for mistakes with grammar/misplaced words and the like, I had no proof reader so it probably had some mistakes. anyway thanks for reading and let me know what you think. Also (and this is the last thing ill make you read I promise) I'm not really sure where i want to go with this (I do have some ideas of course) so if you have any ideas please let me know. I may or may not put them into the story.