a/n: well here's the chapter that ya'll are waiting for!!!! :D Allie wrote this one I love it! :D enjooooooooy!-Lia

Bleeding Nightmeres
written by Allie

The swords were flashing, black, and ripping through everything in their path. Nothing could stop them, not magic, or armour, anything. One blade of death streaked towards Saphira's heart, while the other swooped in on Eragon. The last thing he heard before the blade pierced his heart was Saphira's roar of pain. He cried out, and started staggering towards her. The darkness started to close in on him, and Eragon collapsed on the ground. His vision was blurring, and he couldn't think straight. He dragged himself across the ground towards Saphira, and placed his hand on her neck He could feel her pain, and nothing else mattered. The Dragon Rider used his last remaining strength to transfer his dragon's pain to his own body, in order to put her out of misery. The pain was horrifying. In addition to the pain came the nightmare images, of Arya being slain, and of Galbatorix himself putting Eragon's body on display for all of Alagaisia to view and ridicule. The pain closed in, and Eragon knew no more.

Eragon sat up with a start. He reached up and put his hand over his heart, where he could still feel the ghost pain from the nightmare. His heart was racing, faster than Saphira could fly, and he started to calm himself before calling out to Saphira. He was almost at the point when his tent was suddenly ripped up from the ground, with an angry dragon who snapped it up and tossed it aside. A tail picked Eragon up and held him immobile while the dragon's head and neck snaked around to see whom it had captured.

Eragon? Surprise emulated from Saphira while her tail dropped him on the ground.

Yes, who else would be in my tent in the middle of the night?!? Saphira looked ashamed.

I felt fear coming from you, and feared that someone was attacking you.

It was nothing. I'm fine. Go back to sleep. Eragon picked himself up, and was about to walk into his tent when he remembered Saphira had destroyed it.

It was not nothing, you were filled with fear. I couldn't sense anything else coming from you.

Trust me, it was nothing. Now go away.

Why didn't you call out for me? You know I would have comforted you.

I was about to call out to you, it wasn't a big deal or anything.

Eragon, it was a big deal. Tell me, what was the mat-

Eragon stalked off, interrupting Saphira in mid-thought, but annoyed with himself for snapping at Saphira, and for being so gullible with his emotions. Saphira stayed where she was, watching as Eragon stormed off. Saphira stayed where she was, knowing that the reason for the fight was because they were both exhausted from the war, and they were both grouchy from being woken up in the middle of the night.

On the other side of the Varden...

Nasuada was the only one who heard the noise, and fearing the worst she slipped off of her mat and quickly dressed. Taking her sword from the wall she tiptoed out to the stables and climbed onto the nearest horse. She almost fell off, but continued because she didn't have time to saddle it. She rode in the direction of the sound, and when she got to where she thought it was coming from, the leader of the Varden was right. Saphira was crouched on the ground, looking as only a dragon can look when they are embarrassed. Nasuada slid off her horse and walked towards the majestic dragon.

"Saphira, where is Eragon?"

He left.

"In which direction?"

North. Nasuada left, knowing that Saphira probably wasn't going to tell her anything more. Nasuada tried to take a running leap at the horse this time but missed horribly. She climbed up on it by first stepping up on Saphira's offered tail. Being an expert horsewoman, this was somewhat embarrassing for her. Riding in the direction Saphira had said, the cool wind rushing against her face felt good after the embarrassment of a few minutes ago.

When she reached the platform where she assumed Eragon would be, Nasuada slid off of her horse and walked around the corner. Sure enough, there he was, sitting on the edge of the cliff with his feet dangling over the edge. Nasuada walked over, and sat down next to Eragon with her legs crossed. Eragon didn't say anything, he just stared off into the distance. Nasuada waited for Eragon to make the first move, which he didn't do for quite a while. After a while, he finally spoke up.

"I guess Saphira told you." His voice cracked, as if he had been crying.

"Actually she didn't tell me anything except for which direction you went." Nasuada's voice was calm and reassuring. For a while longer Eragon didn't say anything, then spoke up.

"We had a fight. I had a nightmare, and she picked up on the fear." Eragon relayed the argument to Nasuada, then was silent once more.

"Oh, Eragon. You know we can't have the Varden fighting amongst themselves, let alone you and Saphira fighting." Nasuada put her arm around Eragon's shoulders, and she felt him kind of tense up, as if he weren't used to physical contact.

"Now come I'll make you some hot tea." The pair stood, and walked towards Nasuada's horse, which the stately lady led back to the stables. Eragon stood dumbly in the doorway, watching her. Nasuada let him to the kitchens, where she made a small pot of tea, and the pair sat at a table silently sipping their tea.

When Eragon had drained his cup, he stood, thanked Nasuada for the tea, then excused himself. He walked back towards the campground, where he was Saphira sleeping. He placed his hand on her neck, and apologized in a quiet tone, even though she couldn't hear him. He stepped around his dragon, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw what Saphira had done. She had tried to put the tent back up, and hadn't done a half-bad job of it. Eragon sleepily pulled the final remaining ties shut, then crept inside and fell asleep instantly.