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Eragon awoke with a jolt, sitting almost straight up. He quickly relized it was Arya who had woken him up, and she was looking at him with concern. Eragon took a deep, shaky, breath trying to calm his shaking body. A strong wind hit is face, causing him to shiver. His body was covered in a thin, sticky, layer of sweat.

"A dream again?" She whispered. Eragon could only nod as he whipped the tears from his cheeks. "What was it about?"

"She was died." Eragon crooked, his voice horse. "Saphir died right next to me. I felt, some sort of deep connection to her, like she was saving my life. It hurt almost as bad as losing Saphira, although I know not why. A man with bright red eyes stabbed her in the stomach...she died..." Eragon began shaking again as the pain returned. Why was he feeling so connected to this stranger in his dreams? Arya placed a warm hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch. She quickly withdrew, standing to her feet.

"I am sorry, but we much go." The elf said. They were returning to the varden and, after several weeks of being gone, were in quite a rush. Eragon nodded and pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly in the sudden movement.

"Arya..." He whispered, "You don't think Saphira's spirit is...haunting me...do you?" The elf frowned as she looked at Eragon, furrowing her eye brows. All was silent for a moment; the only sound was the wind rustling their clothes.

"I think not." She finally said, and began to run. Eragon followed reluctantly, wishing to have his beloved dragon back at his side.

~Murtagh POV~

Murtagh sighed as the tents of the Varden cam closer. Every agonizing second brought him closer to his fate. He knew what he had to do, he just did not know if they would ever except him. His wrong doings kept him awake at night, and he could not express with words how much he regretted doing them. But people just couldn't seem to understand, he was but a weapon, laying at wait to be used for the kings will. He had no choice but to do as he commanded.

But no longer. He was free to do what he wanted, and he was determined to spend every second he had in his miserable life to attempt to find ways to kill the evil tyrant. Just thinking of the king caused Murtaghs blood to boil. He could feel his face turning red, and his body was beginning to shake he was so tense.

'Murtagh,' Thorn said, sounding angry, 'I thought we talked about this! You can not change your past, but you have control of your future. Make it what you will.' The rider sighed, forcing his body to relax.

'You are correct, I apologize.' He felt Thorn send a mental nod through their link. With one last powerful flap of his wings, he landed on the dry ground, sending a cloud of dust flying in the air. Murtagh slid off of Thorns back, landing with a thud. After a few words in the ancient language Murtagh said,

"Nasuada, I wish to speak with you. Please come and meet with me, I mean you no harm." He added the last part in the ancient language, his voice amplified and radiating through out the entire valley. Murtagh sighed and leaned against his dragons side. All that was left to do was wait.

~Later~

Murtagh was jolted from his dazed state by the pounding of hooves. He cracked one eye open to see a group of ten horses riding towards him. Of all the people he recognized one, Nasuada, although he was sure he had met a few of them before. Murtagh straightened himself, mentally preparing for the arguments this meeting was sure to bring.

They reached the rider in a matter of minutes, faster than Murtagh would of liked, he wanted to prolong his meeting as long as possible. Nasuada dis-mounted her large war horse and walked forward a little bit, her guards doing much the same. They gripped their weapons, ready to pounce if he proved a threat.

"Murtagh." Nasuada said, standing straight up, "what is your purpose here?" The rider almost flinched at her tone, it was so cold.

"I have freed myself from Galbatorix, I bring news of-"

"You have freed yourself? Is that possible?"

"It is with a very unique spell. You see, Galbatorix erased it from everyone's minds, but he kept a copy, which I found, and used it to free myself-"

"Wouldn't a spell like that take a lot of energy?" Nasuada asked. Murtagh groaned, upset he had been interrupted so many times.

"I am trying to explain." Murtagh said, grinding his teeth.

"Proceed, I will not interrupt anymore."

"Good, as I was saying-"

"My lady! Eragon Shadeslayer and Princess Arya have arrived!" A voice shouted, causing Murtagh to stiffing. Eragon didn't know Saphira was alive yet.

(Eragon P.O.V)

The second Eragon had seen the red dragon he had forced himself to run faster. He could feel the rage building up inside of him, gnawing at his soul. He wanted to kill them, and avenge his dead dragon. Eragon had ran faster than he ever had, and he was nearing the group. What were they standing there for? He didn't wait to find out.

"What do you want." Eragon growled, sliding to a stop and drawing his sword.

"Brother, please I-"

"You are not my brother!" He began to shake in rage. Confusion crossed Murtagh's face, but he continued,

"Please just listen to me-"

"Why should I? You killed my dragon!"

"That is why I am here! Saphira-"

Eragon screamed and threw himself at Murtagh, lifting his sword. Murtagh gasped as he jumped to the side, just barely escaping Eragons attack. Eragon stumbled, but quickly recovered He struck again, this time Murtagh was ready. He blocked the blow, but showed no sign of attacking. Thorn growled deeply, causing Eragon to curse under his breath. He muttered a spell, using the energy from the dragon hearts, that held Thorn in place.

'I'll deal with him later.' He thought to himself. He could hear shouts all around him, and could see Murtaghs worried face. He ignored it and struck again, this time nicking the riders arm. Eragon channeled all the hurt and pain he had felt into his attacks, striking again and again. His vision became blurred, but he kept fighting. A crazed laugh escaped his lips as he kicked Murtagh in the knee, causing him to fall to the ground. Eragon raised his sword, ready to chop off his half-brothers head, when a strong grip yanked his arms down. Eragon winced in pain and turned to see an infuriated Arya.

"What are you doing?" Eragon spat.

"Could you not hear us?" She yelled, "Release Thorn now, and heal Murtagh!"

"I will not!" Eragon screamed, yanking free of her grip, "They killed Saphira! They will die!"

"Eragon, listen to yourself! They did not kill her, Galbatorix did. He possessed them, remember?"

"But she is not dead." Murtagh croaked, holding onto his chest. Eragon froze.

"Who is not dead?" He asked, not even daring to hope what Murtagh said was true.

"Saphira...she is alive..."

Eragon quickly healed the wounded rider, and released his dragon. He could feel happiness raising in his soul, making his head spin. Could she really be alive? And then his spirits fell. If she was alive, he would know.

"I swear it." Murtagh muttered, as if reading his mind. Eragon was bewildered. He couldn't move he was so shocked.

"We must go save her...we have to do something!"

"Eragon." Nasuada said, "First we must let Murtagh rest, you gave him quite a beating. Now, Murtagh," She turned to the rider who was still on the ground, "Swear to Eragon you will not try and harm anyone while you sleep, and we will take care of the rest later." Murtagh obeyed, and was lead to a spear tent to rest.

Eragon felt ashamed. He had attacked his half-brother, and almost killed him, only to find out his dragon was still alive. That thought made his heart soar and his mind spin again. A smile broke lose on his face as he began to walk back to his tent. He decided he would gather his things and leave as soon as possible, even if it was on his own. Suddenly, Arya stepped in front of him. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and she was scowling at him.

"Arya?"

"Do you realize what you did?" She snapped, throwing her hands in the air, "You almost killed him!"

"I know, I am sorry. I didn't know, I was only thinking of Saphira-"

"Your dragon is alive Eragon. Even if she was not, there was no need to kill him. They are free, and we need their help."

"Have you ever lost a dragon Arya? Have you gone through that pain? When you have come back to me and tell me I did not act accordingly." She looked stunned by his words, her mouth doping to form an "o."

"Eragon," She said, straightening, "I had come to respect you for what you had become. You were strong, even when you lost you partner of mind and soul. You kept pushing. I knew it was for revenge, but I still had to admire your will power. You were among the few who did not go crazy from losing their dragon. What I witnessed today, proved you have gone crazy, you were just hiding it. I understand the reasons for your actions, just know I do not approve."

A/N: I hope you like it and I am so sorry if it seems rushed, because it is... :( I am very, very low on time and probably shouldn't of written this.. oh well..to late now :P

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