A night under the stars

It was peaceful where Eragon was sitting deep in thought resting against a warm rock. The lake he was facing was calm and still not even a breeze stirred the waters surface, the night sky dotted with bright stars and not a cloud in sight. It was a cool night all was quiet and still.

The Varden had camped near the Boar mountains whilst there prepared for the next battle against the empire. Eragon sat quietly looking out at the calm waters of the lake, he fiddled with the grip of his sword his mind elsewhere. Saphira was sleeping after the long flight, the dragoness slept while her rider was in deep thought thinking about everything that had come to pass. His main thoughts drifted to Arya many times he tired to get his mind of her but was failing horribly, she was the ache in his heart.

She rejected his feelings twice since then he had learned to not show his emotions and kept them hidden from everyone sometimes Saphira couldn't tell what he was thinking. He stood and walked to some rocks that had a ledge extending out about ten feet to the lake. He stood at the edge look at the clear water which reflected his face in the moonlight, he picked up a smooth white pebble and threw it out into the lake it hit the water with a pluck and caused a rippling affect disturbing the smooth waters.

"Are you well Eragon" a smooth voice said from behind him, he turned slowly to see the last person he wanted to see …. Murtagh. Eragon instantly drew his sword getting ready for what Murtagh would do next. They stared at each other for a few moments, time seemed to slow down the small ripples the pebble had cause seemed to stop. Murtagh sighed and drew Zar'roc the blood red blade seemed to hum when it was drawn as if it new blood would be spilled.

Instead of lashing out with his sword he sent a blinding red ball of energy at Eragon which knocked him flying into the lake. Murtagh smirked knowing he would have to finish his brother off quickly before the Varden where alerted to the noise. He look out over the lake all he saw where the ripples Eragon had caused, he saw a small blue light under the surface off the water, his eyes widened as a blue sphere burst from the water knocking him to the floor and ripping the rocks where he was stood to pieces. He staggered back to his feet, he felt a sharp pain in his lower leg, he looked down to see a piece of rock imbedded there.

He looked around for Eragon, he was no wear to be seen or so he thought, Eragon stepped out in front of him blade at the ready Zar'roc and Eragon azure coloured blade met with a clang. They fought back and forth nether again the advantage. Eragon locked his blade with Murtagh's and swung the hilt round to connect with the red riders face, it made contact. Murtagh dropped his sword and staggered back his nose broken and mouth bleeding. Eragon walked forward his sword ready to finish his brother when a roar was herd.

He turned to see red scales, Thorn the ruby coloured dragon stood behind him wings flared. Just as the killing blow was to be done by the mighty dragon he was smashed into by a larger force. Saphira prevented Thorn from recovering as he tried to take flight as she dove him under the surface of the water. Murtagh took this distraction to retrieve Zar'roc he lunged a Eragon who turned just as his brothers blade was about to hit, there was a slunk, Murtagh's eyes widened in shocked and looked down to see a blue sword impaled in his stomach.

Eragon looked just as shocked, as he had turned Murtagh had run into the blade, Murtagh slipped down and crumpled to the floor gasp for air blood tickled from his mouth. Saphira burst from the water letting out a roar of victory. Eragon herd horses coming he turned to see Arya, Nasuada and guards they dismounted they stopped when they saw murtagh dieing on the floor, they looked to Eragon who's face was surprised and pained knowing his brothers wound was fatal and there was no magic that could help.

Eragon suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest he looked to see Murtagh smirking was Zar'roc was barely in his chest but just enough for it to hit his heart, he herd the twang of bow strings and the arrows cutting the air before four off them thumped into murtagh killing him instantly. Eragon vision began to fade he herd someone shouting his name, he felt a pair of arms holding him before he knew no more.

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Shall I leave it there for a cliffy or do another chappie?