Two blue eyes peered off in the distance. Mist chilled the morning air. Through it the eyes gazed. Their gaze finally rested on a lonely tombstone near the hill. The owner of them moved silently through a loud crowd towards the hill. There was laughter and smiles. Cheerful facelined the way.

They saw people they knew and recognized; Eragon, Roran, Arya, Nasuada, all smiling and laughing. She was laughing with them. Many where dancing and happy. Arya kissed Eragon; Roran kissed her.

"Stay with us, stay here." They called. Yet Katrina kept on, pushing towards the grave.

As she kept on towards the tombstone, laughter became less and less common. Smiles fell straight. Then what was once laughter turned into screaming; smiles and laughter into frowns and tears.

"Help us!" She heard a woman scream out to her.

She saw blood across all elements; pocketing the sand. Polluting the water. Soaking the soil. Misting into the sky. She heard cruel laughter an turned to watched as an Urgal chased an innocent man to a corner. The man fell upon his knees, begging for mercy. With an evil grin, the creature grabbed a blood soaked pike and rend the mans terrifed head from his body. Blood squirted onto the Urgal's face as it gave a triumphant bellow. Heads were mounted on sticks. Bodies were mutilated. As she moved on, it only got worse. Yet, something drew her to keep walking.

At first it had been just men; but now it was women and children as well. The old, the crippled, the young, the new. None were spared the pain. None were saved from an endless mess of death and destruction. Babies were murdered. Through the atrocities she saw, she pushed on.

Over head, vultures, crows, ravens, eagles, and hawks all watched the scene with ravenous eyes. They landed on the dead bodies; ripping the meat from their stomachs, tearing at their necks and pulling out their eyes. They gave an exited squawk as more blood misted into the air. Disgust was written on her face, but she kept forward.

As she neared the grave, everything grew still and silent. Nothing lived. Nothing grew. All was dead. A grey shroud of lifelessness covered the land. The soils were barron of bodies, of plants. Of everything typical. Soon she could read the name embedded on the gravestone. She gasped as she read aloud, "Here lies Roran Stronghammer Garrowsson. Rest in peace."

She backed away from it to bump into another. "Eragon Shadeslayer Morzansson." And another. "Princess Arya Svit-kona." Another. "Nasuada of the Varden." Soon more graves rested before her.

She screamed and ran up the hill. Before her was blood and gravestones far as the eyes could see. She slowly backed up.

Suddenly she fell into a large rectangular pit that was just her size. She turned to see at the head of the pit, there was another gravestone. It read, "Katrina of Carvahall. R.I.P." she screamed. Suddenly a giant blue dragon started throwing earth upon her; burying her alive. It laughed as she screamed, "No, No, No!"

Katrina stirred and woke. She was in a warm bed. The soft covers clung to her and her fiancé's sweaty skin. She looked around her. No gravestones. Whew. She sighed. Eragon lay in the blue trimmed single bed; dreaming noiselessly.

The moon was half shining; but it shone super bright. Katrina, satisfied that they weren't all going to die that second, rested her head on her pillow. She closed her eyes to listen to what there was and fall asleep to the night's lullaby.

A soft snore rung through the room. It was obviously Eragon. She gave a smug smile. A bat screeched its way through the night; sending chills down her spine. The breeze picked up to a weak gust. There was a soft thud from a bats wings in the distance. And the clamber of horse hooves echoing through the night.

And…wait, those weren't horse hooves. And that wasn't a bat's wings either. A low grumble proved the sudden thought right. The flap to the tent opened. Katrina opened her eyes half way to be sure.

A scaly sapphire blue muzzle was sticking into the tent. It pushed forward; exposing a head; then a neck. The long lithe head looked like a snake; slithering forward towards Katrina's bed like a blue snake. The neck noiselessly passed over her and on to Roran. It climbed up his torso till it reached his forehead.

With a sympathetic whine, it extended its muzzle down and gently touched the center of his forehead. His skin rippled; like it was make of liquid. The dragon shut her heavy blue eyes hard. Then she focused. On her muzzle, a soft glow started. Fainter then the first peck of dawn; which actually was starting now. Then, as the sun rose, it grew whiter and more dazzling. Soon Katrina could barely keep her eyes open; let alone see the dragon or Roran. Finally, the light died down. But the dragon was gone.

Katrina, exhausted, went back to sleep. The last thing she heard was the loud thud of wings and Eragon's snores.

She had no nightmares of hellish battles scenes; but no dreams of love or happiness either. Her brain was so thoroughly exhausted; it sent her jumbled scenes of nothing.

A dry land. Suddenly, broken by a mountain towering above her; piercing the clouds and slicing the atmosphere. A river flowing at its base. It extended for maybe thirty feet then sunk into the sands. Above all, she heard a loud, mournful cry. Just before the scene disappeared, she saw a red and blue dragon fighting and a green dragon trying to break them up.

Then there was fire in a massive forest. Men fighting in shadows. And a giant tree; burning. Nothing more of that scene.

She saw a gravestone with a name she couldn't pronounce on it. Flowers rested at the base. Nearby, a roar thundered and a man in the shadows hid; tears drenching his clothes. She figured she knew him, somehow.

Then she saw a man on a beach, crying as he watched a departing ship. In the sky off in the distance was a gold eagle and a blue bird. Then she saw nothing but blackness till she woke…

Katrina woke to feeling the sun's warm rays bleeding through her thin lids. She allowed herself to bask in its eternal warmth. But no matter how she tried to warm herself, she still felt cold. Roran was probably dead. She could not feel his feverish warmth next to her. There was some stirring she knew was an exhausted Eragon.

She allowed tears to leak behind her closed lids. After all, her fiancé was dead or dying. A wave of jumbled emotion washed over her. She felt a deep love and compassion for Roran; she felt depressed and a bit sick to her stomach wondering if a corpse lay next to her. She felt great grief; she felt a undisputed rage and anger towards Saphira. She was happy she was no longer the Ra'zac's prisoner; and she felt guilty. If not for her, Roran would have never gotten hurt. He wouldn't have even gone to Helgrind.

Why did she have to be so stupid! She should have fought the Ra'zac more; she should have been up in the Spine. There she would have been safe. There, if she had only bothered being there, she wouldn't have been captured by the Ra'zac.

She reached out to hold Roran's hand, dead or not. Her hands, after searching for a long moment, found an ice-like. It was so different then last time. She became confused and opened her eyes.

She took a moment, blinking back the light. Then she turned towards her fiancé. He lay, peacefully. But as she watched, she found he was not breathing. Panicked, she flung up to a sitting position. She opened is eyes. They were dilated.

"Please baby. Don't do this." She said, having trouble keeping from crying. She felt for a pulse. There wasn't even a lonely beat. Now in hysterics, Katrina desperately tried to revive him but to no avail.

Cradling his head in her lap, she cried out. She held his head up to her ear, wishing to whisper the words she had been wondering about since she started feeling so dizzy. But she held them in. "Please don't die, Roran."

But it was no use. Roran Stronghammer Garrowsson, was dead. Feeling exhausted suddenly, Katrina fell forward onto the bed, unsure of what to do now. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Soon she fell into a wakeful douse.