Hope you enjoyed last chapter, which was, of course, featuring Nasuada. When I started writing it, it was supposed to be about Arya's reaction to Eragon's 'death', but I soon changed it to Nasuada because I wanted a challenge (I write about Arya/from Arya's POV a lot in my other inheritance cycle fanfic).
A huge thank you to and O.o for reviewing last chapter so quickly only one or two hours after I posted it! However, this does mean that I expect two (or more!) reviews for next chapter... :)
This one is from Saphira's POV. I hope you enjoy!
The Meepsta :) :)
As deeply as I hate to believe it, I know it to be true.
I feel the gaping void in the back of my mind, the part which He used to fill. The place where He used to give me riddles on long journeys, increasing in difficulty. But even He knew that no human-elf like Him could beat a dragon at that game.
I still hear His dying screams of agony echoing in my mind and his lifeless form before me, the sword-of-misery protruding from His chest. There was nothing I could do for Him by then but lick His face clean of red-metallic-blood and wait for the inevitable to happen.
He died like a pinched-out candle, only the snuff remaining.
The partner-of-my-life, the partner-of-my-mind... Eragon is gone, and there is nothing I could ever do to change it.
I am pitiful shell of a creature, a one-morsel-mouse cowering from a mighty predator like I used to be.
But why is He so cruel, leaving me here when He is gone?