I forgot to tell everyone that I DO NOT own any characters in the Inheritance Cycle. Also thanks to everyone who has posted reviews on it, but you're going to have to wait and read about what happens between Eragon and Saphira. Also new polls will be posted on my page and others will be closed. And again if you must flame please do so, but please refrain from doing enjoy the story.
One Final Stand: Eragon's Grief
It was night time when Eragon and Saphira were heading back their cave that they had found behind a waterfall on the side of a mountain when they arrived from Alagaesia.
"What is wrong Eragon?" Saphira asked as they flew towards the mouth of the cave.
"It's just, well" Eragon didn't continue but Saphira sensed that there was something else was on his mind and she was going to get to the bottom of this.
"Come now Eragon, you can tell me. The most beautiful dragon of the skies." She said in an almost sexy tone.
"Saphira!" Eragon groaned. "Please not now."
"What?"
"I just don't want to flirt with you right now."
"Why not?"
"Because I for one do not want to flirt with you and I have a lot of, other things on my mind."
With that, Eragon blocked his mind from her with iron walls.
"Eragon? Eragon. ERAGON!"
With that he had stopped listening to her. So she started rolling over in midair.
Eragon, who was used to this kind of thing already, merely shook his head at her. This just angered her all the more. She pulled her wings in and started diving straight for the ground amongst the forest of trees. Eragon looked apprehensive, but she couldn't tell if he thought she was going to actually dive into the trees or not.
"Saphira?" Eragon asked, fear sounding in his voice. "What are you doing?"
"I am going to keep going down until you tell me what is bothering you." Was her quick reply.
Saphira looked back at him, looking him straight in the eye.
"Now are you going to tell what is bothering you or am I going to have to force it out of you?"
Saphira looked back down and saw that they had about 45 seconds before she had to pull up or otherwise join the trees in never moving again.
"Well Saphira, Its just that well, I got a message from Blödhgarm, about me getting a letter."
"And?" Saphira opened her wings slightly to slow their fall.
"Well, he sent me an image of the letter. And it said that one of our friends had died."