Disclaimer: Inheritance is Christopher Paolini's.

Little Brother told me to write this. Very short one-shot.

"Eragon, come quick!" Saphira wheeled around to the clearing where Eragon and Murtagh were resting for the night. Eragon had been worried about Arya. She had been failing.

"What's wrong, Murtagh?" asked Eragon when he and Saphira got to the ground.

"It's Arya. I think…well, I think she might be dying."

All of Eragon's cells screamed. He ran over to the elf and felt her heartbeat. Sure enough, it was getting fainter. All of a sudden, she jerked. Her heartbeat had stopped.

Eragon screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" while Murtagh looked on piteously.

Yeah, my brother has a sick and twisted mind. I actually cried, but that's just because I'm extremely sensitive.