An: This is an example of watching too much of one movie. This is one weird dream that I had. Lord save me from any more of these dreams!!

Eragon charged at Galbatorix on Saphria's back. He cried in aguish as Galborix stabbed him in the side and his blow missed. Saphria flung her self around and made a beeline for Galbatorix.

"Do not miss this time!" Saphria cried. "Stab him through the heart!"

"Aye, Saphria. I will not miss!" Eragon cried out loud.

"Die Eragon!" Galbatorix yelled as they neared. "Die a painful death!"

Eragon paid no heed to him as their dragons flew at each other. His sword hit it's mark…but so did Galbatorix's. He felt the cool blade slide between his ribs as he tumbled off Saphria. He tumbled to the ground 1,000s of feet below him.

'I fulfilled my promise…' Eragon thought as he tumbled through the sky.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Murtagh cried. It was too late he'd fallen too fast. "NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

There was a sickening crunch as Eragon connected with the floor. He looked to the sky and saw Galbatorix dead on his dragon. He moved his head to the side a looked at the descending Saphria. When she landed Eragon was almost gone. Thorn and Murtagh land quickly after her.

"Hold on Eragon! Hold on!" Murtagh cried.

"I….I…" Eragon said faintly.

"You what Eragon?"

"I kept my promise…" Eragon said as he slipped away.

"Little one! NO! Stay here!" Saphria cried, but it was too late. He was gone and as he left them he never once heard his dragon's screams as she died with him.

10 long years after his death………….

Eragon opened his eyes to see the sun shining down upon him. He sensed another presence close by and slowly looked up. There before him was Brom. And Brom was dead.

"B….Brom?" Eragon asked. A hint of surprise in his voice. "Is that really you?"

"Yes Eragon." Brom answered, sadness evident in his voice.

"Wait! If I can see you that must mean I'm dead! I can't be dead! I…."

"QUIET!!! Yes you are dead and yet you are not."

"How's that….possible?"

"Galbatorix's sword is of no ordinary make. It allows, if he so wishes it, to split the soul in half leaving half to live here and the other to remain there. Un responsive to all medication. No cuts and breaks heal if only half the soul is there."

"You mean…."

"Yes you fool. That's why Saphria is alive. You still exist in that world."

"I…I…"

"You knew your limits and you went past them. To save The varden, but you. Oh you went on and got yourself killed to save the life of a traitor!" You…."

"STOP!" Eragon cried, cutting Brom off. "Didn't a wise old man once tell me, 'One part brave three parts fool'?"

"Yes. But you were not brave…."

"I saved the lives of many and of my closest friend! You had no say in what I was to do! I chose to protect him!"

"Yes. That was noble of you."

"Then why the lecture!!"

"I…I don't know…I guess I missed you, but didn't want to see you die so early…."

"How long?"

"How long for what?"

"How long have I been dead?"

"10 years. And counting."

"10 years!?"

"Yes, and many whom knew you are not well."

"H…How's that?"

"Look." Brom said as he opened the ground beneath him. "Look and see. Because words can not explain it."

Eragon looked below and saw Nasuda looking solemn and wearing black. He looked at Roran. Who sat there with a dead look on his face. He was also wearing black. He looked at Arya and she was alone. A dark spec in the shadows. He looked closer and saw she too wore black and her face was tear stained. He was hesitant but looked at Murtagh. He wore a cloak of black like all the others. His face was down cast and he looked haunted. His eyes were sunken in and he was skinner than he last remembered. He looked back at Brom, with his face screwed up in anguish.

"Brom…." Eragon said, his eyes tearing. "I want to go back. Back to them. I no longer want to hurt them."

"Yes Eragon." Brom whispered. "but you must first meet someone and I must teach you something."

Eragon nodded his head and turned toward where Brom was pointing. There next to him was his Uncle. His uncle Garrow. He looked surprised at first and turned his head away.

"Look at me Eragon." His uncle commanded.

"Yes Uncle." Eragon muttered as he looked into Garrow's eyes.

"I am proud to call you my son. Even if you really weren't mine. A dragon rider is a proud position."

"U…Uncle…."

"Not now. Listen to Brom's words and go back to them."

Eragon looked at Brom and he nodded.

"Eragon. If you ever want to speak to me or anyone who has past. Speak this word, Haverlinch, and then the name. They will appear to you and you can speak." Brom tutored. "Use it well."

"Yes Brom." Eragon whispered. As he felt himself descending once more. This time not as hard or as fast as the last time.

Once in his body……

Eragon felt lacing pain in his arms, legs and ribs. He gasped in pain and his eyes flew open. Orik, who sat near him, jumped with surprise. His eyes revealed everything. He had startled him. He jumped up and ran from the tent. He felt more intense pain as Nasuda walked in her once regal face full of sorrow he hadn't seen before. She had a look of surprise and pure relief on her face. She sent a young boy away and kneeled next to him.

"Eragon?" Nasuda asked.

"Aye…." He gasped. Pain laced trough his stomach as he talked. She glanced at the door and so did Eragon. There in the door stood Arya, Roran, and Murtagh.

"Guys….I…'m…s…sorry….for worrying…you…" Eragon gasped. He'd never known such pain before. He screwed his face up to help the pain subside.

"E…Eragon?! You're alive?!" Arya said as she took an attentive step toward him. She neared where he lay and fell to her knees, her hands clasp. Roran fell at his feet and his eyes brightened. Eragon still had his eyes locked onto the doorway where Murtagh stood in the shadows. His eyes were wary.

"Aye, Arya" Eragon replied. His eyes still fixed on the door, never moving. Roran looked where his gaze led and he beckoned at Murtagh.

"Come closer Murtagh. He can't hurt you." Roran said as he beckoned to Murtagh. Murtagh just move his head away. His hair covering his dark eyes. Eyes so full of pain and suffering it hurt to look at them for too long.

"M…Mur..tagh…" Eragon Gasped, ignoring the pain. Murtagh looked quickly at Eragon as he acknowledged his name. He looked away again after that. "M…Mur…tagh…p..please…"

He lifted his head again and looked at him. This time his eyes never left Eragon's.

"Eragon…" Murtagh whispered and turned heel and left the tent. Arya gave Eragon a sympathetic look and continued to gasp in amazement.

"Eragon. You're in pain. Are you not?' Nasuda asked, her once grief stricken face full of joy.

"Aye…" Eragon muttered. Drowsiness slowly over taking him. As he slipped into unconsciousness he whispered,

"Murtagh…why?"

It was hours after he'd miraculously awoken and finally Arya left his side. She looked at his form. Struggling to breath and in pain beyond belief. She took one last look at him and sprinted off to find Murtagh.

It was so late, and he wanted to sleep but he had to do this. He walked into Eragon's tent and stood near the sleeping form. His breath was shallow and his face contorted with pain every time he breathed in. He sank to his knees and let 10 years worth of crying he hadn't done overflow. He wiped his eyes but the tears still rolled down his face. He placed his head on Eragon's bed and closed his eyes. Tears still flowing freely. He felt drowsy and heavy so he laid there till he fell asleep. Arya walked into the tent to see how he was doing and noticed Murtagh asleep on the floor, his head on the bed. She left quickly after that.

Murtagh woke to the sound of approaching footsteps and he quickly left through the back of the tent. Roran entered and sat next to Eragon. He looked away as Nasuda entered.

"How is he?" She asked.

"Not awake." Roran replied. Nasuda sat on a chair, her clothing no longer black. "I wish he was."

"Me too, Roran. Me too."

Eragon stirred as the pain came back to his body with full force. He held in a gasp and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes darted around the room and they soon laid to a stop on top of Roran and Nasuda.

"Brother…." Roran whispered as he walked closer.

"R…Roran…" Eragon gasped. "Why do…I…I feel…so much pain?"

"Because you suffered no mere injuries."

"Both arms are useless and so are both your legs." Nasuda said. "You must rest so as to recover fully."

"S…Saphria….Where is…she?"

"Nearby." Roran Said. His eyes leaving Eragon's. "She was affected the worst."

"Bring her here…." Eragon gasped as pain laced up his arms.

"She won't come. She thinks we're tricking her." Nasuda muttered. "She doesn't trust anyone."

"Th…then ta..ke…me to..her…"

Nasuda looked surprised at the acknowledgement but let her question slide.

"As you wish."

Four men came in and picked up his bed, and carried his worthless body to a site he'd never want to see again.

THE END…………FOR NOW…..

Preview of second chappie-

His eye's scanned the area around him and all he saw was blood. Thick red blood. Is Eragon's Saphria really dead?

An: Well this is not the plot I was planning but I like it!! Hope you enjoyed it!! Planning to up date all other stories soon!! Please Read and Review!!!!