Dirt Digger

Arthur stared at his reflection in the mirror. It was a face he didn't recognize. Yet, the name that the women called him left his lips, time and time again, like a mantra that enchanted him.

"Eragon…"

It felt foreign but belonged to him, like a keepsake from a long-lost friend. The face was the same, with deep black eyes and disheveled hair. However, Arthur saw misery in them.

"What do you think?" asked his sister as she walked into the room, wearing a white dress. She seemed radiant with a bright smile as she twirled, and Arthur felt the rage subside. Eragon raised his hands and held hers, staring at her with a smile.

Arthur blinked, and the scene changed. The white dress turned red, and the woman was on the ground. The castle was gone, demolished to the ground, and everyone was killed except for Eragon.