Nasuada sighed as she closed her eyes, letting the rare cool breeze wash over her dark face. These were rare moments in her hectic life, but they were important. She remembered Orrin's advice, that she was useless to the Varden if she was constantly overworked.
Inevitably though, her moment of peace was soon interrupted, an archer was trying to fight his way past her trusty Nighthawks and was yelling.
"I must speak with Lady Nasuada! Murtagh and Thorn are wreaking havoc on the southern side of the camp! The supply trains are up in flames!"
Muttering a dwarven oath under her breath, Nasuada couldn't help but notice the strange flip her stomach had performed when Murtagh's name had reached her ears but she pushed those obscure feelings aside. 'He's my enemy, I must forget the past, it's for the good of the Varden.' She thought to herself while throwing her leg over her horse.
In the distance, the red dragon opened its maw and unleashed a raging inferno on her allies. Nasuada dipped her head to hide her tears from the Nighthawks running on either side of her and silently cursed the Red Rider.... who had stolen her heart.
*
Murtagh felt the familiar sense of savage pleasure rise up through him as he killed another wave of oncoming Varden with one of the words of death. The feeling sickened him and scared him but he couldn't deny the sense of power that coursed through him. Was he becoming a shadow of his dead father?
" Why do you deny your nature?" asked Thorn while barbecueing a group of brave Varden rebels.
Murtagh shook his head in pain, he was so confused and yet even if he knew what he wanted, he couldn't make that choice. Galbatorix controlled his every move.
Suddenly, the Varden started shouting in relief:
"Lady Nasuada is here!" They shouted triumphantly. Murtagh's heart seemed to stop and Thorn asked him anxiously wht they should do.
"Leave! Fly away now!" Roared Murtagh and his heart seemed to be ripping itself into shreds as he left his first true love behind.