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Wine Red

by Gold_Bluepoint 1 Reviews

Brom and Saphira and the fall of the Riders. Pastfic.

Category: Eragon - Rating: R - Genres: Angst, Drama, Horror - Characters: Brom, Morzan, Saphira - Warnings: [!] [V] - Published: 2007/03/13 - Updated: 2007/03/14 - 339 words - Complete

In the books, we learned that Brom's dragon Saphira was killed by the Forsworn.
Note - Morzan's dragon is never given a name in canon; here, she's called Wrend. I'm also taking the license to assume that Saphira-the-first was blue. Probably not for the faint of heart. Brom POV.
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There is blood on the ground and on his hands and in his hair and on his face mixing with the tears and the mud and the snot and the blood, streaming down his face, there is blood (their blood)
in his mouth and flying through the air, raw-red, where sapphire hide is pierced to reveal a scarlet they, neither of them, ever suspected, where greedy mouths and white fangs drink down c r i m s o n and Saphira's bellows and shrieks rend the air

and there's blood under his nails where he (they) struggles and shrieks and fights, mad-blind, against the older Riders, the Wyrdfell, the Wyrdfell, who hold him there, limbs shaking while they are devoured from apart and

his blind eyes rolling fall on something, someone moving, coming up the hill, a flash of red, it's Morzan, it's Morzan here to help sure to help please please help and something

something changes, in the air and in their eyes and the hands on him are a little weaker or he's a little stronger and he breaks free, dragging himself over to his friend

- Saphira screams higher, a cry like a nestling, chirping, chirping from her as together (they) feel something stretching, s t r e t c h , and a snap -

and
gets (falls) down on his knees (because he can't feel his feet, /they can't feel their feet/)
and wraps his fingers in Morzan's shirt, begs

Help us! Please! Help us!

the scream in his throat gone long, stretched-out and young and he sees, he sees the look in Morzan's eyes change, go soft and distant, like memory, for a moment

and then Wrend stretches out her neck, long, snakelike and takes a big bite
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