I couldn't help myself with this one. This is a song fic with "Speak to Me" written by Audio Adrenaline on their Lift CD. It's an incredible song so I urge people to check it out. I own neither Audio Adrenaline nor Eragon. Enjoy and I think tissues may be needed for the feminine that read this one. It has a surprise! WAY AFTER ELDEST!

It has been almost two weeks since the battle where Galbatorix fell to Eragon's sword. The war lasted for a complete week until the dying king's scream echoed through the battlefield. Eragon still cringes at the sound of Galbatorix's dragon screeching painfully in the sky. It brought him back to his own dragon, Saphira. He remembered her and how bravely they both fought together during the war.

I'm in a fix

Need something quick

My mind is numb

My stomach's sick

It was a tragic battle for both sides. The Empire lost their beloved king and the Varden lost something more dear. They lost Saphira. Eragon watched her take flight in the distance of the battle, but she quickly fell back down to the forest below. Every soldier scanned the field for a body, but came up empty handed. He tried to contact her and even scry his dragon, but all he received was silence and a black void. He truly believed that Saphira was no more.

"I miss you," Eragon sighed. He placed his sword on a table in front of him and kneeled down behind it. "It was my fault you are not here with me! If I hadn't have been so careless to charge, you would still be here…with me!"

Broken hearts

Hopeless things

I've seen what

Defiance brings

Eragon placed his head in his hands and cried. The love of his entire life…better yet the only thing good in his entire life had vanished completely. Eragon loved her with all of his heart. He would have refused Araya to be with her, and she was gone. It was strange that he still felt a presence within him, but it was too weak for him to think it was Saphira and he was too heartbroken to defend himself from the strange source.

Cause the light of day

I've always known

Is in my heart

I'm not alone

Eragon looked down at the sword on the table and smiled while tears streaked his cheeks.

"We had quite an adventure didn't we?" he sobbed, hoping for a reply but came up empty. "Where did you go? Why did you leave me? Speak to me!"

Speak to me

Tell me all the things I need to Know

I want to hear you now

Can you

Speak to me?

I've opened up your word to free me

I want to hear you now.

He found himself screaming at the ceiling of the hut he was staying in hoping dearly that she would answer his questions. Once again, he was disappointed. His heart was aching madly as if someone were jabbing a thousand dull knives into it.

"You were always there for me!" Eragon cried. "You kept me alive when death stared me in the face. It hurts knowing that I can never repay you for what you have done for me. I can't live without you!"

It's amazing how

I forget

Can't live my life for

Lack of it

Eragon clutched at his burning heart and collapsed on the ground in an uncontrollable sob, covering his face with his hands so his relentless tears didn't hit the floor. He thought of how she hatched for him, "kidnapped" him, and even fought for him during so many different occasions.

"You were so beautiful, Saphira!" he cried out between sobs. He could hear members of the Varden and Ellesmera walking past his hut, but he didn't care if they heard such a brave warrior crying like a child. What did they know about a loss so great?

But the light of day

I've always known

It's in my heart

I'm not alone

No creature could bring comfort to him. Roran tried, but withdrew quickly trying to hide his own sobs. Araya was the closest to reaching him, but she too fell short. It still feels like Saphira was killed today even though her disappearance was two weeks before. Every bone in his body ached and he felt as if he were running out of tears to cry, but he continued to press them out as he lay on the floor with his head in his hands.

Speak to me

Tell me all the things I need to know

I want to hear you now

Can you

Speak to me?

I've opened up your word to free me

I want to hear you now

"Why have you done this to me?" he asked. "We were…one!" He looked up in remembrance of all the wise conversations they had together. Talks about love, hate, present and past mistakes; it was too much to bear for him. "I wish I could have been killed instead of you. That would be the only way to end my suffering."

Make your wisdom clear

The words I hold so dear

Bring light unto my dark

I hide them inside my heart.

From the floor, Eragon reached up his hand and grabbed his sword. He unsheathed it and inspected the tip with a finger. Fresh blood trickled from it as he pressed down on the blade.

"Perfect," he said. "Saphira I am on my way to you!" He rolled over and got to his knees yet again, twisting the blade in his hands to where the tip was pointing directly at his heart. He exhaled and paused, staring down at the shiny blade before him

Speak to me

Tell me all the things I need to know

I want to hear you now

Can you

Speak to me?

I've opened up your word to free me

I want to hear you now

Eragon held the hilt with both hands and pushed outward to gain momentum. He breathed once again and flinched at the future feeling of the cold blade inside of him.

"I have no choice!" Eragon whispered. "It's the only way to end my pain!" Eragon stumbled on his knees and prepared to fall onto his own sword.

Don't…even…think about…it! Someone commanded weakly inside of his mind. Eragon quickly tossed the blade aside and placed his hands in his head again. Saphira was still alive, but how?

SAPHIRA! Eragon screamed. I thought you were dead! Where are you? Eragon demanded. Why haven't you answered me?

I took shelter to mend to my wounds, Saphira said in her usual gentle voice. I was unable to transport myself any further because I was far too weak. I never want to catch you doing that again! I do not want you to think about taking your own life…EVER! Eragon looked at the sword and started shaking.

You saved me again, Saphira, Eragon replied, streaming tears once again. Grief came upon me.

That is my loyalty to you, little one, Saphira said gently. I understand you were worried, but if…? She cut out of contact for a few moments, but to Eragon it felt like an eternity. She finally broke into contact again. If something happens to me, live on so I can watch you from the stars and smile at your progress through life. Don't let me down.

I never will, Eragon replied adding "Upon my word as a rider" in the ancient language. He got up and exited the door to see a large group of elves and dwarves carrying the frail, bloody form of Saphira. Orik approached him and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"We found her," he said. "I am sorry, but she is no more." Eragon ran up to the limp dragon and placed a hand on her cold muzzle. She had been dead for four days.

"How?" Eragon screamed. "I just talked with her?" suddenly Saphira's voice entered his mind again.

I loved you dearly, little one, she said. Her voice was just a small whisper. This was my last gift to my beloved rider.

Speak to me

Tell me all the things I need to know

I want to hear you now

Can you

Speak to me?