Disclaimer: I do not own the Inheritance cycle or GOT

AN: I edited a bit of it.

Eragon - The Father of Dragons

Eragon slept, a deep sleep that he had not had since the night he changed at the Menoa Tree. It was a strange sensation after having gone so long without it. The total darkness surrounding him and the feeling of not being aware of his surroundings was making Eragon feel slightly suffocated. He couldn't move and there was a weight on his chest that made it hard to breathe.

He tried to reach out to Saphira, but he couldn't feel her. Starting to panic, he tried to force his way out of the darkness with his magic but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't feel any change.

Minutes later, after what felt like hours, Eragon stopped struggling. Letting out a frustrated breath he made his body limp, relaxing as much as he could manage and let his mind go blank. Though it went against his instincts he forced his eyes closed and started to listen to his surroundings.

At first, there was nothing. Then he started to hear the chirping of birds and the sound of waves crashing against rocks. He opened his eyes to see the bright blue of the sky and clouds from a far distance rolling in. There were seagulls flying overhead, softly calling to one another. A vast dark blue ocean was spread out before him. He stood on the edge of a cliff with the wind screaming in his ears. His clothes begun to cling to his skin because of the misty ocean spray.

Eragon starts to relax into the strange dream. Feeling the wind and ocean was calming and peaceful. Much preferable to the suffocating feeling of earlier. Suddenly there was a loud thudding noise behind him. Startled, Eragon turned quickly while reaching for Brisingr. He stopped mid-motion, shocked at the sight before him.

A massive army, as far as his eyes could see, standing at full attention watching and waiting. At the front, all hold spears and wear helms with masks. At the back, men on horseback with curved swords and no armor. To the side, men in black and some in animal hides with black weapons. All looked ready for war with an unrecognizable armor and insignia.

One of the armored warriors at the front begins to speak to him, but Eragon is not able to hear what is being said as the wind carries away any words. Soon the warrior stops speaking and all the army starts to kneel. Confused, Eragon sees the warrior take off his helm, his eyes cold and disinterested. He looks upon Eragon with thinly veiled distrust, then slowly lifts his finger to point behind Eragon.

Turning, Eragon finds himself looking into the deep blue eyes of a stunningly beautiful woman. These eyes ensnare and drown him just as the ocean before would have. In her eyes, he could see a queen, regal and cunning, but also full of pain. She speaks, but again Eragon could not hear. She reaches out for him and he raises his hand to hers, noticing the differences between them. Her hands are small and pale while his are tanned, callused and full of scars. He was curious if her hands were as soft as they looked, but before their skin could meet, she opens her mouth and the screams of the wind turn into her screams.

Eragon jumps away from her, wondering what could be going on to cause her screaming. He doesn't see blood or any injuries. Why is she screaming? Eragon heard wingbeats just as shadows come from above, and three dragons that look to be around two years old land behind the woman. Each start to roar in pain just like the woman. He looks at all of them in horror as they all start to grab their heads.

The painful screams were becoming too loud for Eragon. He puts his hands over his own ears, but he can't stop the agonizing sound. It is all-consuming, his mind starts to feel like it is being pulled in five different directions. Even his magic was not strong enough to control it. No, he must, or they will all die. He opens his eyes not realizing that he had closed them. Looking down, Eragon sees two of the three dragons dead and the woman lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. He looks down at his hands and sees they are stained red. The screaming continues but is deeper, more agonized. It is now coming from the army behind him as they charge toward him.

Eragon wakes, heavy gasps escape his lips while the screams continue to echo in his ears. A different pair of sapphire blue eyes stare down into his own deep chocolate brown.

Are you all right little one?