What if?
What if there was more than one egg? What if Zar'roc stayed within Morzan's family? What if Murtagh had a twin sister? What if she lived in Yazuac? Find out in this story! I haven't read Inheritance yet, so forgive me for any dumb mistakes. Story better than sum, I promise.
"I don't want to go! I want to stay with Tag!" Terra yelled at her mother.
"And I with Terra. Why must we go?" Her brother, Murtagh, asked. Selena paused. The twins were but 13; it seemed so wrong to separate them, yet she knew it must be done.
"I've told you two this a thousand times. It's for your own safety. If you stay together, you will attract more attention. It's not often in Alagaesia twins are found, and once your father finds you to be gone, he will scour the land to bring you back. Together, you would stand out, but separate, you can blend in. Quickly now, the hour draws nearer for us to leave. Murtagh, you will be coming with me; Terra, I am entrusting some of my closest friends to find you a decent home." The Black Hand turned around, upon hearing thudding footsteps behind them in the forest.
"Here they are now. Terra, go. Murtagh, follow me. Hurry, else we be caught." Terra, frightened at the thought of capture, turned and ran toward the man and woman awaiting her. They let her onto a horse, and they sped away northward, her short, dark hair flying in the wind.
That was the last memory Terra had of her mother before moving to Yazuac. She thought about it now, even more so since she had turned nineteen. She often fantasized about meeting her brother again. They would live together in a mansion in Uru'baen, and Galbatorix himself would praise them. Imagine, the great king himself, as their own friend…. Oh, the possibilities! Knock, knock. Terra's train of thought was interrupted as her foster mother, Rhea, rapped on her door. Terra hopped out of bed toward it, but Rhea burst through the door before she could open it.
"Listen, Terra, and listen well. Our village is soon to be under attack, and we need to protect you. There is a trapdoor beneath your cot, and it is warded so the enemy will pass you by. You need to go into it. There will be shouting, clanging, and even explosions. You will stay put. You will not move. You will come out only when you are absolutely positive there is no more danger. Here,"
Rhea thrust at Terra two daggers, with an ornate handle and finish. She also handed her a sword, of a bright, gleaming, blade, the color of fresh blood.
"I was told to give these to you when the time came, and now it has. If you happen upon danger, these will save you. Slip the daggers in your boots, and you'll find a sheath for your sword within the trapdoor. There is also a change of clothes more suited to survival. Remember all that training? Now is the time to use it. Goodbye, Terra, most likely forever." Rhea turned to leave, in all her elegance, her long raven hair swishing as she briskly walked. Stunned, Terra called after her.
"Wait! Can I not fight as well? I could lay waste to whatever is attacking our village! I could win!"
Rhea stopped, but only for a second.
"I was instructed to keep you safe at all costs, and that I will do. You will stay."
With that, Rhea left, leaving Terra, dumbfounded, to open the trapdoor she had never noticed, and change into the black shirt and pants she had found within. The shouts and bangs and booms began, and Terra passed the time by thinking of her brother, of battle, of what she would do next. She inspected the sword, running her finger down its crimson blade. She strongly suspected it was Zar'roc, the blade her father had used before her, the blade that had sheared open her brother's back. At last, the battle died down, and Terra quietly crept out of her home, only to see an absolute abomination. A pile of bodies, of everyone in the village… Terra recognized her neighbor, and their baby. She turned, unable to look upon the horror. She ran to a separate part of town, only to hear a commotion, and a shout: "Brisingr!"
Terra's instinct told her to run, but she ignored it and sprinted toward the noise. She rounded a corner and came upon quite a sight: a wide- eyed boy, and old man, and a dead Urgal. The boy couldn't have been over sixteen, with mussed brown hair and eyes, and a sapphire sword (IN CASE YOU DIDN'T REALIZE THAT'S UNDBITR, BROM'S OLD SWORD) clutched in his hands that glinted from the sun's bright glare. The man had silver hair and blue eyes, looking to be around seventy.
"The only survivor," murmured the man.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Terra boldly called across to the twosome. The man spoke,
"We are with the Varden. We mean you no harm." He said this reassuringly, yet Terra was even more on edge. She knew of the Varden; backstabbing, no-good traitors to the Empire! Terra flung herself at the boy, slashing at him with Zar'roc. He barely had the time to block it, yet he managed to in time. The force of the blow, however, knocked him to the ground. Knocking his sword aside, Terra held the tip of her blade to his throat, looking at the man. He looked very troubled upon seeing her sword. He began rapidly began a spell, but before he could finish, a great shadow swept over Terra's head. She looked up, to see a brilliant blue reptilian, known only as a dragon. The dragon grabbed Terra's arms with her claws, effectively immobilizing her as she was lifted off of the ground.
Not the most amazing ending, I know. Or beginning, for that matter. It gets better. I know you probably think I'm a terrible person, having not updated since January. And then, not updating a story, but writing a new one. I have many excuses, but I won't trouble you with my problems. Oh well. I just finished Brisingr. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease tell me if I made any mistakes! There will probably be more to come, but I don't update that often. I'll try to update semi-daily until school starts though. On that note, please review, and I'll be back soon!
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