MURTAGH/OC

Summary: This is about an fallen angel that was kicked out heaven for going to Alagaesia and interfered (Helped) with the Dragon riders. She helped them to plot against the king. Now many years later, she's hiding away in a small village disguised as a Healer. Brom asks her to help him with a very unexperienced blue rider.

A/N: I only own the OC characters, not the ones that Christopher created. This is my first story on . I'm also on quizilla.

Old wings and torn dresses

Prologue

"Melantha. You always seem to be the one with the ideas, why not mention something?" The gold rider Oromis said, he was getting restless. Galbatorix orders the forsworn to find riders not already pledged to him, he order them to torture them and see that they join his dark forces. If not, they are...lets just say taken care of In a messy way.

"Fight back!" Melantha stood opposite Oromis leaning against an oak table. Brom and other ridrs she didn't know were also there. Melantha had beautiful white wings that was shaped as an eagles, only white and larger. Melantha wore a dark purple Elvish style dress, that had black sleeves worked in dark purple patterns. The front and back of the top part of the dress was dark purple with black patterns sewn into it; with black down the sides. Her skirt was torn at the bottom that revealed her ankles and another 4 inches of bare pale legs, It was dark purple also with a black net at the front, also worked in patterns, at the top of her skirt the black net started about a centimetre away from each hip, and it got wider as it down to the bottom of her torn dress. The torn net and dark purple fabric didn't match, it was some net was longer then the purple fabric, or the fabric was longer then the dress, either way the one was not that much longer then the other.

She wore only one black slipper, like past worn-out, some of the fabric had completely left the shoe in some places, her bare foot which was her right foot and dried mud at the bottom, mud had made it to places on her dress to, her arms and half-way sleeves and the bare parts of her legs.

Her left slipper had dried mud on the bottom also. "You have plenty of riders and other warriors at your disposal to rip that newly-crowned dark king from his place!" Melantha died when she was 26 years old during a time only remembered in dust-covered books, she was remembered in folklore and myths for her skills, ideas and heroic deeds. She died while fighting off a huge minotaur named Grishnak, through the swamps off on the small island of Nfa (Yes its on the map). They say that the swamp was swallowed up by the ocean.

"How do you expect us to do that!" one of the other riders shouted at her, he was Elve with a strange ear, he had long brown hair falling down his back, he had a scar going down his right cheek, a wound he had gotten from being confront by a member of the forsworn. He was quite a handsome man other then that scar. Melantha and him, Galathil, they had secret history, but she ended it because she knew it wouldn't work with a angel and an Elve. He secretly still loves her but never shows it, and she definitely still had feelings for him.

"Come on. Your all riders here -well most of you are anyway-! All of your dragons can contact one another, atleast that's what I learned back when I was alive."

"She's right, but Melantha?" Brom asked

"Yes?"

"Can you please help us! I have a feeling that this would be the biggest war -next to the the war between dragons and Elves- in Alagaesia History" He sounded urgent, he and everyone else in this big stone room knew that she could not, even now her helping them with to defeat the new-crowned king, was against the 'code of the angels'. Infact the code states that she is not even allowed down here.

She looked towards the light-marble flooring underneath her feet; with sorry written throughout her face.

….Battle Time....

Dragons flown in the sky, burning enemy troops on the ground and in the sky.

Galathil watched the clear painful scene before him through his window, while he was trying to tie up the thick, rough leather cords on the back of his neck that held up a leather breastplate, he could see that he would struggle with tyeing the cords at the bottom the metal breastplate that would need tyeing tightly around the bottom of his back. His dragon, Therinshord, -a mighty gray dragon, with

sharp-piercing white teeth and talons, the membrane between the bones of his wings were also white-

watched amusingly as his rider struggled.

Both ground troops ran into each other and fought on the ground. Flames and smoke covered the plains.

Galathil felt a soft touch on his hands that were still trying to tie the cords behind his neck. And the soft extra hands tied it for him. He dropped his hands slowly and turned to see a dark brown haired woman with pale skin and in a white and silver dress, that was torn at the bottom, she wore one worn at slipper, and dried mud was splattered on her dress and bare skin. The dress and the shoes and mud, were the identical to what Melantha was like earlier. The womans white wings seemed to glow in the dark room.

She looked at him with a pair of amazing bright green eyes that just screamed that she came from the strange lands of Illium. Melantha's hair came to her shoulders and was layered and textured in menacingly ways, but her face and eyes read that she was sorry for everything, not just for the war.

They stood close to one another, Galathil slowly put Melantha's hand on his shoulder and rested both hers and his upon it. He stroked her cheek with his free hand. "You never before cared about the stupid code. Why did you kill such a wonderful thing between the two of us?" He asked, quietly, but still urgently. He hugged her closely, he had to bend down his neck to his rest head on her shoulder, and she had to go on her tiptoes so she could look over his shoulder so she could tie the bottom cords of the breastplate to his body then she rest her hands on his back. She didn't want to let him go to battle, possibly die, and there would be nothing she could do to stop it. But that way they could be together without breaking any rules

She his her head, she moved her head so her forehead was softly against his neck. "I'm dead, therefore I cannot live, and loving you is certainly living," He broke the hug so could look her in the eyes, he now stood straight and she stood her true height looking up so they could have a lovingly stare eye-for-eye.

"You have a battle to fight, don't let thoughts keep you back from destroying the enemy," She picked up his hands and placed something cold in his hand. "If you die, die with honor and love, with this-" he opened his hand to reveal a purple diamond cased in silver, on the edges and back. She didn't stop talking while he gawked at the gift he just received "-in hand, I came here personally to place it in your sword, Aiedail," she whisper the words meaning "The morning star," Her left hand trailed down his his back and side and lowered upon the pommel then on the grip, Galathil's hand snapped up and held down the rain guard so she couldn't unsheathe Aiedail, he didn't look away from her eyes though, his eyes and face tougher then what they was before. Galathil knew there was a hole in his pommel, waiting for a gem that held energy which would help him with magic.

The sounds of violence and death from both men and dragons and other races alike filled the air, along with fear and a tanging taste every time someone drew and breath. Melantha went back one step and watched as he looked away to place the purple diamond in the pommel, after he done that he looked up at her again. Neither one touched the other, he now watched her, but she didn't watch him, she watched the scene going on outside the window. "I never stopped loving you, you know," His voice was soft, but the words came out strange and so he then cleared his throat.

She looked at him with hunger for something he didn't know off; filled eyes "I know," She gave a small smile, "same here," He smiled back at her now and stepped forward, so they now stood close and he had one hand playing with the smallest layers of her dark brown hair. His hand went down to the back of her neck and the small force he gave made go on her tiptoes again and he pressed his lips against hers, Melantha's arms went up and around his neck while he held her by waist and neck. He felt her smile so he deepened the kiss.

The double wooden doors to the room burst open and violent strong winds -as if angry- came rushing through it, Therinshord growled towards the door, the two snapped apart and stared towards the double doors that were banging against the walls. The wind wrapped itself around Melantha and she disappeared, and when she did so it the angry wind, now the wind had gone the double doors swayed aimlessly, causing the hinges to creak.

….Heaven....

Melantha was getting shouted at for the last time, she going to be punished big time.

The heavens circle sat on light stone thrones behind tall desks, the one in the middle had the highest desk, he was the high judge. The high judge spoke always in kingly tones no matter what "Melantha, you have been found guilty for interfering with the living. Also you are charged to loving a member of the living community, how do you plead?"

Melantha replied in a harsh tone towards the man "Guilty," The jury and the judges gasped, but the high judge smugly watched the woman in the torn dress that was lower then everyone else. She couldn't see any reason why the man was even allowed past the golden gates let alone ranked to high judge.

Whispers arose from the jury as they thought of a suitable punishment. Then a tall well-built man wearing white robes like every other jury member, the man had strawberry blonde hair spoke with a strong voice "The punishments towards Melantha shall be.....clipped and immortality."

Clipped? Mean no more wings? This can't happen to me! Her mouth hung open and a look for mercy strode upon her face and guarded all thought and feelings. "Never to the one she loved again," Tears now threated to burst threw the shield, "Melantha Blackstone …..is banished!"