I always write dreams in first person in fan fictions. It isn't hard to figure out whose 'dream' this is, but if you can't it's always said afterwards. And yes, this 'dream' just may prove to be of importance later on...

Also, sorry about not updating in like, forever... I got a new computer and it took a day to transfer files, and then summer just got in the way cause of camps and my brother leaving for 3 months... and we kept getting Japanese students so I didn't have much time for like, anything. School's starting, so it might be a bit different with updates for a bit (but not as long as it did this time, probably once a week or something). I have to get back into this story...

Oh, and sorry if there are any mistakes - I didn't have much time to proof-read (just space out).

I looked around curiously - where am I? The sand burned beneath my feet, the open desert expanse calling me. It was as if there was an orange glow to the land, the sun seemed to be absorbed in the sand.

There was a wailing war cry, and I looked to my left. The Varden and those of Surda were marching forwards on their feet or on horseback. I watched them advance across the open expanse of land; towards something I did not know.

As if reading my mind, a battle horn sounded on the other end of the desert, and then the shriek of the Ra'zac. I watched the armies of my father march over the horizon, their lines never-ending compared to the Varden, the Surdans, and the Urgals that were ready to fight against the Empire. I watched them gain speed, and at the one point when I thought they would crash, they started attacking. The sounds of metal clanging against metal, the whish of the arrows slicing the air, all the noises melded into one.

The battle raged on, and I heard the roar of dragons. Flying over the horizon was Eragon on a large, blue dragon she knew as Saphira. Next to the female dragon was Thorn, Murtagh on the red beast's back. They flew into battle and stabbed and scorched the enemies, burning them into what I came to realize was the Burning Plains. Eragon took off for one section of the enemy's army, while Murtagh went in the opposite direction, flying overhead and in my direction. Za'roc flew down and decapitated many below. Thorn roared as stray arrows punctured his wings and armour.

I watched them fly on, killing all in their path in one way or another. As Thorn flew a hundred yards before me, I felt a sudden darkness come over the land. Just as I thought the Varden would win the battle, I saw him

The deep, ferocious roar of the infamous black dragon, Shruikan, echoed across the land and through my ears. As the dragon came over the horizon, I saw my father, the 'king' himself, on his back with an onyx black sword in his hand. Within five hard flaps, Shruikan was above the battle, scorching the dead and the dying Varden warriors. With the flick of his tail, he took out half a sector of Surdans.

I saw an arrow whiz from Thorn's back and hit the great black dragon. Shruikan roared in agony as the arrow bent the armour on his shoulder. He landed, and father jumped off. He slowly made his way towards Thorn and Murtagh, who had landed many yards before him. It was as if the warriors had disappeared suddenly - all I could see were the two dragons, my father and my love.

An arrow broke the silence and flew towards the king and burnt up in midair as it neared his heart.

"Stupid boy. You're just like your father, your arrogance is your downfall."

I watched Murtagh crumple to the ground under magic. I sensed the battle between the two, I knew who was going to try what spell, and I knew when it was going to be used and how long.

The spell was lifted, and Murtagh got up. I sensed what he was going to do - he was going to try and use a killing spell. Galbatorix put up a strong, magical shield when he realized this.

"NO!" I yelled.

Murtagh couldn't hear me - his spell was released. It bounced off the shield and hit him in the heart, killing him automatically. Thorn roared in agony as he died with his rider.

Tears flooded my face as my father walked up to Murtagh, took Za'roc from his side and drove the infamous sword through his heart.

"Darcie," a distance voice said to me. I recognized it as Murtagh's...

"No!" Darcie screamed as she thrashed around on the bed. "I'll...I can't..."

"Darcie?"

Darcie heard her name again, but didn't recognize the voice. Her body shook as tears slid down her cheeks. Her eyes were open, but her vision was too obstructed to see anything. A warm touch with a light grip on her arm brought her into reality. The grip rolled her onto to her back, and then onto her other side so she could see what was going on. Trembling, she looked directly forwards and through her blurry vision saw Murtagh sitting on a chair next to her. Her skin tingled as his finger wiped away her tears.

"Wha... wha happened?"

"Well first off it's been two days since we've been here."

Darcie shot up, but a quick, throbbing pain in her head made her groan and fall back into the bed.

"What do you remember?" he asked.

"Traveling-wise or altogether my entire life?" she asked, her weariness overtaking her snappy tone.

"Do you remember coming to Surda and meeting with Nasuada and Orrin...?"

"Of course."

"Going into your tent?"

"Not clearly..."

"What do you remember?" he asked as his hand played with her hair.

"Eragon..." she practically snarled. "Being so unwilling, so stubborn... so... smug when bringing us around. Then... being shown my tent... walking in... and then nothing. What did happen?"

"By the time we noticed you were out it was time to sup, so all we can assume was you fainted and fell into some sort of trance," Murtagh responded, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around his finger. "Were you having a nightmare?"

"I think it was a premonition of what's to come in battle..."

"What is to come in battle?"

Tears welled up in Darcie's eyes again. The sight of Murtagh's dead body on the Burning Plains flashed into her mind.

"I don't mean to upset you. Forget I asked."

"Rider Murtagh, can you please leave this tent for the next short while?" a woman standing by the tent flaps asked with a strange, musical accent. Murtagh looked to see who he was responding to and then started to complain. "Your dragon needs you," the woman cut in.

Murtagh sighed. He looked at Darcie and whispered, "I'll be back later." He kissed her softly and then left.

The woman shut the tent flaps after Murtagh and came up to Darcie with a drink. Darcie started to reach out, but the woman said, "You have to sit up to have this."

Darcie sighed and tried to push herself up. The woman ended up pulling Darcie up into a sitting position. When she looked at the woman, she recognized her from stories and a few dreams, it was the elf, Arya.

"When did you wake?" the elf, Arya, asked.

"Few minutes ago," Darcie responded as she drank the liquid she was given. She gagged on the taste of it.

"Swallow it, it'll help for later."

Darcie forced it down her throat. As soon as it was down, she took in deep breaths to rid of the lingering taste upon her tongue.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"When?"

"In your premonition."

"But... how'd you...?"

"It wasn't that hard to figure out," Arya responded with a light smile, taking the seat Murtagh had sat in moments before. "What did you see? The battle?"

"How'd you know...?"

"I assumed. Now what happened in this premonition of yours?"

Darcie took a deep breath and explained what had happened in full detail. "I think Murtagh cut it off... it was still running through my mind when I heard his voice. But... Galbatorix was going back to his dragon, so I can only assume he was going to Eragon next..." A few stray tears leaked from Darcie's eyes. "And as far as I know, you can't stop a premonition from coming true, I don't think I could live a day without..."

"I've had many premonitions before. Most of them happened, but in the end a few actually didn't turn out to be. I found it was just a dream, a thought on my mind. You might have just had a dream."

"I have never seen the Burning Plains. In fact, I've barely seen any of the world other than the areas I have been through once escaping the madness of the 'king'. I've been locked up my entire life."

"You're free now," Arya told her. Someone called her name. With a sigh, she said, "I must be going. I'll be returning in a few hours to check on you."

Darcie couldn't get any words to come out of her mouth, so she merely smiled and nodded. As Arya left, Darcie felt a force pulling upon her strength. Looking down, she saw a silver necklace with a small medallion shaking and glowing. Fear rose within her as she felt her strength deplete drastically. Just as she thought she was going to die, the tugging stopped.

What... what was that?

Your necklace calling upon your strength was Kazryth's response.

Why?

Someone was trying to scry you. The necklace you have been given prevents this from happening.

Why does it need my strength? I have little from... whatever happened.

That is just how the magic works, little one. There's no changing it - you will always know when one is trying to scry you.

Where are you?

Do you remember where the castle is?

Well not from here Darcie snapped.

I'm in the back section of the castles with Thorn and Saphira.

So how have things gone between the two of you and Saphira.

Rather rocky...

Another voice entered Darcie's mind, a female voice. That's not the word you used days ago. Saphira scoffed.

She sensed Kazryth's faint irritation.

I'll see you soon. Until then...

In the distance, Darcie heard a mighty roar. She sighed and rolled her eyes. In response was an even louder, greater roar from who she assumed was Saphira. Personally, Darcie couldn't wait to see the female dragon. After hearing much of her along the way and from Murtagh before leaving, she wondered how big she was, since she was much older than Kazryth and Thorn.