Eragon flicked his blade forward and through a man's throat, blood flying into the faces of the other soldiers around him. Saphira roared and charged, her breath wiping dozens of men from the earth as easily as Eragon might have ripped a piece of parchment. A rather large soldier ran at him with a club, yelling loudly so that Eragon's ears rang with the sound.

Saphira knocked those soldiers that were nearby away, clearing room so Eragon could swing his blade with more ease. The man charged, not even trying to defend himself in any way, and it caught Eragon off guard. The wooden club connected solidly with his temple, and as the world swirled he fell to the ground, his face skywards.

Eragon! Saphira cried. Eragon, don't leave me!

Saphira…fly…I'll come to you…go!

ERAGON!

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Eragon jerked upright, and his head bumped into someone else's. "Ow, Eragon, you didn't have to do that!" Roran said beside him. Eragon blinked to clear the grit from his eyes.

"What happened? Did we win the battle? Did Saphira make it out okay?" Eragon asked quickly.

"Whoa, steady." Roran said, pulling Eragon up so he could sit properly. "Now what's all this about battles? Were you having some strange nightmare?"

"Roran, don't you remember, the Varden's camp was attacked and-" Eragon suddenly understood. "Roran?! Wait, what happened…where's Saphira?!"

"Now you're babbling." Roran said with a shake of his head. "Who's Saphira?" Eragon reached out with his mind, but try as he might there was no sign of the dragon. Eragon leapt out of bed, and to his astonishment he saw that he was in his room, back at the farm in Carvahall.

"But…Saphira…no, this can't be real!" Eragon cried, beating his fist on the wall. "SAPHIRA!" Roran slapped Eragon on the back of the head.

"Snap out of it, cousin, you're not thinking right. Now tell me who Saphira is." Eragon looked at him and shook his head.

"Saphira…is my dragon, remember? I introduced you to her after the battle of the Burning Plains…"

"Eragon, you had a dream about being a dragon rider? I'll admit that is better than my dream in-"

"It wasn't a dream!" Eragon cried. "I felt pain! I was a rider, you were a general, Katrina was locked away in Helgrind…no…Saphira…I can't lose you…"

"Eragon, you're getting to the point where you would be called delusional, just calm down." Roran shook his head and forced Eragon to his bed. "Now, tell me what's bothering you."

"Roran…that couldn't have been a dream…I had felt pain…I was there for a year." Eragon held his chest. "No…Saphira…she was everything to me." Roran sighed. "Roran, it was true. I was hunting in the Spine and I found a dragon egg, a blue one, and it hatched for me. I named her Saphira and we went with Brom to Dras-Leona, and he was killed. A man name Murtagh saved my life and Saphira's, and we went to the Varden after saving an elf named Arya. I met the dwarven king…I slew a Shade!" Eragon was nearly yelling. "I was the dragon rider of the Varden! It had to have been real! I feel the hole where Saphira was…Saphira, why did this happen, why…" Roran pat him on the back.

"I know what you mean, sometimes dreams feel real, but you have to let go." Eragon wept into his arms and Roran left. "I'll tell Garrow you're sick."

Saphira…where are you? Eragon called with his mind, trying to find her with desperation. She was nowhere in his mind, and not even the thin tendril that connected them was there. She had never existed. Was it really all a dream? I know everything about the war…I could do something…Saphira…

Eragon looked down at his hand, and to his horror it was normal skin, the gedwey ignasia gone from him.

He wasn't a rider

SAPHIRA!

Am I cruel or what? Please review, for the story's sake. I will not post on this story until my others are done, so expect a long wait...until then, read my other stories and get a feel for my writing!