Everyone drops to rock bottom sometimes and I just hit it hard. I'm so far down I couldn't even get blood properly. I needed to get all this out and here it is. I always loved Murtagh and I sometimes feel like him. Alone, hated and without a friend in the world.

The End

I stared at the knife in my hands and then at Thorn. Did I really want to put him through this to? Did I have a choice?

Murtagh. I looked at Thorn and he looked back with sad eyes. I don't want to die but I don't want to do this even more.

I nodded. Death sounded like hell but we would both prefer hell over serving the king. I went back to staring at the knife. "Will I see you on the other side?" I asked quietly. Thorn was my only friend and I wanted him with me.

Thorn's eyes softened. Not even death could keep us apart my rider.

I gave him a small smile and positioned the knife.

1 cut. It hurt more than I expected.

2 cuts. The blood was running together.

3 cuts. The blood was the same color as Thorn.

4 cuts. Thorn started shaking but he nodded at me to continue.

5 cuts. I was so lightheaded I had to stop.

The blood was running down my arms staining my shirt. The knife slipped from my fingers as they went numb. My limbs were tingling so I sat next to Thorn.

Staring at the sky my vision started to flicker. I smiled softly, it was almost over. "See you on the other side Thorn." I said quietly. Then there was darkness.

I felt Thorn's head next to me and our minds melding together. My life was almost over and I thought about all I've done.

I failed at escaping the king.

I failed at not becoming my father.

I failed at helping Eragon.

I succeeded in ending my life.

As the blackness took me away from the living realm I held onto Thorn. I was there when he was born and he'll be there when I die.

I could swear I heard the king scream in rage and I did the last thing I ever did, I smiled.