A Possibility for Durza's Downfall
Durza has just struck the blow that will give Eragon that nasty scar. Eragon is on his knees and trying to stay conscious. Zar'roc is lying on the ground next to Eragon
Durza- (circles around so that he is standing in front of Eragon) I am terribly sorry if that hurt, (fingers his sword) but as Ajihad put a scratch on my weapon of choice, I was merely returning the favor. (smiles evilly) Now, where is that Dragon of yours?
Eragon- (weakly) No.
Durza- (looks annoyed for a moment, then gets another evil grin) Very well, my young Rider. But, for your refusal to cooperate, when I find that blue lizard of yours, I'll make sure that she suffers so much that she'll wish she had never hatched for a whelp like you! And when, at last, she begs for death, I will give it to her. (slips the tip of his blade under Eragon's chin) I'll drive my blade through your heart, killing Rider and Dragon in one blow!
Eragon- (thinking while Durza is saying the line above, for the Rider is oblivious to everything except the pain) Is this how it will end? I've failed everyone. Murtagh. Arya. Saphira. They will all be killed. The Varden will be destroyed, all because I couldn't defeat Durza. (looks to Isidar Mithrim, high above) It's all my fa--
There is a bright flash of light from beyond Isidar Mithrim, then cracks begin to form on the underside of the Star Sapphire. A deafening report sounds throughout Tronjheim as the massive gem shatters. Thousands of dagger-like shards with a green haze around them are falling towards the distant floor. Saphira appears through the gaping hole with Arya on her back. Arya's palm is glowing with a nimbus of green magic; Saphira no longer has her belly-chest-neck armour. Saphira roars in rage, spitting tongues of blue-tinged fire.
Durza- (Whips around and looks up. First he is surprised, then rage darkens his expression, for he suffered tortures no Man could endure because this Elf was rescued. He lifts a hand and points at the Elf, lips forming a single word that would spell her end) Garj--
Eragon- (grabs Zar'roc, stands up and prepares to strike the Shade) Brisingr! (thrusts the now-flaming sword through Durza's heart)
Durza-(Looks down at the fiery sword-tip protruding from his chest in shock. His sword falls from his grasp; his mouth gapes in an unearthly howl as he tries to dislodge Zar'roc.)
Eragon- (releases his grip on Zar'roc's hilt and falls back, his energy completely spent)
Durza begins to turn into something like glass. Through his now-transparent skin, you can see dark mists swirling and writhing within him. the mists gather in his chest and break through the Shade's skin. The mists then separate into three individual entities and soar away, each whispering and sighing like a cold wind. Wherever the entities go in Farthen Dur, Urgals stop fighting, look around confusedly for a few moments, then retreat back into the tunnels from whence they came. A great cheer rises up from the Varden soldiers: Farthen Dur has been won!
Eragon- (looks up at the beautiful Dragon that is falling towards him and thought-whispers) Saphira. (passes out)