FATE'S DEAD

Eragon! Eragon! Eragon! Sahpira cried as she dove toward the ground, but she could not get his attention. Eragon, Eragon, Eragon, Eragon… she concentrated on falling, diving, she had to save Eragon.

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Not fast enough; only one hundred feet left.

Eragon hit the ground.

Saphira landed next to him, colliding into the hard earth, she had not bothered to slow her landing, she hit hard. She stood up clumsily wincing as she applied weight to a broken limb. Eragon!

There was no response from his still body.

Eragon?

Nothing.

Saphira roared, waking the entire world with one breath. Eragon must live, he must, Saphira thought.

She picked up Eragon's limp form and started to fly towards the Varden, pain shooting up her broken limbs, the pain was from her though; she felt nothing from Eragon.