A/N: I guess I kind of lied about the next chapter being better, but this was an important part and I was being too lazy to add it to another chapter, so I have this really short one. Sorry! Next time the NEXT chappie will be better.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't want any any lawyers at my house! Saaaaaaaave me! No! NO! YOU CAN'T SUE ME!

Eragon enjoyed the wind in his hair as he, Roran, and Saphira flew towards Helgrind. Even though he was enjoying the flight, a knot at the bottom of his stomach rested.

Are you nervous? asked Saphira.

Of course. Who wouldn't be nervous? I am about to face the Ra'zac. They killed Garrow! And their steeds! Those gruesome creatures! exclaimed Eragon.

Little one! Control yourself! The night is coming, and when I land, I suggest you sit in a corner and gather yourself!

Eragon sat on the cold ground, running his hand over a replacement sword. It wasn't as nice as Zar'roc, but it would have to do.

"Eragon?" asked Roran.

"Yes?" answered Eragon.

"Are you positive the Ra'zac are in Helgrind? And that Katrina's still..." Roran's voice trailed off, but Eragon assumed he was going to say "alive."

"If you want, I can scry her for you." Roran looked up.

"Could you?" he asked. Eragon nodded and grabbed a bowl and some water. He poured the water into the bowl and muttered, "Draumr kopa." The water misted over and then a picture of Katrina formed, her body limp as she hung from the wall, shackles around her wrists and ankles. A look of love, happiness, pain, anger, and joy fell over Roran and Eragon knew, as he had thought before, only death could stop Roran from rescuing Katrina. Eragon was glad he could help.

"Katrina," whispered Roran. "She's... bleeding." A pained look came onto Roran's face as he leaned closer to catch a glimpse of his true love.

"She'll be fine," said Eragon, determined to make his cousin feel better. "The Ra'zac won't hurt her as long as I'm not dead. She's their bait, remember?"

Even though Eragon's words were meant to comfort Roran, they didn't do much. Roran's face fell as curled himself into a ball. Eragon extended a comforting arm and patted his cousin on the shoulder, then extinguished the fire and fell into the strange elven sleep.

That night a dream came to Eragon...

He was flying on Saphira's back with a beautiful sapphire blade in his hand. He raised his hand and shouted something Eragon could not distinguish. As he landed in a clearing he assumed was in Du Weldenvarden, a tall girl with jet black hair stood before him. A hood cast shadows over her face so he could not see her eyes. She moved with the speed of lightning (as it seemed to Eragon) and lunged at him with her emerald green sword. But, she never reached him, as she collapsed mid-jump.

The figure of Murtagh stepped through the trees and lifted her up, her body limp in his arms. He gave a merciless laugh as Thorn entered the clearing. Then, Murtagh spoke:

"Eragon, you fool, you have confused your friends with your enemies. She is the last rider."

A chain connected to Thorn's neck fell back behind him and loosened as an emerald green dragon's head appeared behind him. Emerald sword. Emerald cloak. Emerald. Emerald. The girl was the rider. And he had almost attacked her. When he looked up from the ground, Murtagh, Thorn, the girl and her dragon, were all gone and the image went black.

Eragon woke with a start, and immediately he felt Saphira's presence.

Little one, are you alright? asked Saphira.

I... I think Galbatorix might have the third rider.