Disclaimer: i am not the author, wish i was, but im not
ok, to anyone that has reveiwed my other 2 stories in this trilogy: this is the final part in the Dying on the Inside Trilogy. it will be posted in chapters and may go on for a while so bear with me.
ok, so i got this idea this morning, and boy was i happi, cuz i am definatly not ready to let Slain go anytime soon. Eragon was a little pissed off that i didnt ask him about writting this, but felt better when i informed him that he had a larger roll in this... i just didnt tell him how much larger, not by much i can tell you! so b prepared for a huge temper tantrum from him when he finds out!
The great ball of fire rose into the sky. The sunrise was beautiful. But it held nothing to him since Slain had died.
You miss her. Thorn stated.
For all that dragons are supposed to be wise and all knowing; you make a lot of obvious statements. He replied, agitated.
Thorn rolled his eyes at him.
I'm sorry. I do miss her, I miss her so much. A tear rolled down Murtagh's cheek. Thorn and he had been on the run since Slain had freed him. He knew The Varden would never accept him back. Eragon would say that he forgave him, but Murtagh knew better.
Thorn and he had run south, out of the Burning Plains and flew up into The Spine. They flew past a waterfall and a small deserted town. Now, they were resting in the Northern most part of The Spine. Getting past Uru baen had been the most difficult part of the Journey, but Murtagh found it distracting. He didn't have time to think of Slain when he was busy worrying about whether he and Thorn would live to see another day.
Murtagh sat on the side of a cliff, with Thorn curled around him and Za'roc at his side.
What was she like? Thorn asked.
What was she like? She was the most wonderful person in all of Alegaesia! Murtagh remembered the time he had awoken to find her missing, afraid she had been captured, he had run his fastest down to the river only to find her crouched on the opposite bank, talking to the fish.
Thorn chuckled.
That was before you knew me. He thought of another memory, a far distant one that his time as Galbatorix's puppet has almost erased. He and Slain sat on the side of a mountain. Very near to where he now knew to be Ellesmera. They sat and watched the stars in complete silence. She had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder.
That's sweet. I never knew that you were the romantic kind.
She bought out the best in me. What can I say? He absentmindedly stroked Thorns scales. Thorn rumbled deep in his throat. Murtagh yawned.
Sleep, young one. I will keep first watch.
You are the young one. Don't forget that it is I that is older than you.
Yes, but I am a dragon. We do not measure age in time, but experience. I am old, older than you anyway.
Very well Thorn. You win. Night. Murtagh let himself slip into unconscious.
Morning was bought with the roar of a dragon. Thorn was on his feet, neck arched to the sky, while another dragon wheeled in and out of sight. In the brightness of the early morning sun, Murtagh could not make out who the dragon was, but, as it flew lower to the ground, he could see a glint of blue.
It is you're oh so charming half brother. What do you want to do?
I don't know Thorn. We'll see what he has to say.
Saphira landed, and Eragon slid off her. Murtagh was hit with a painful reminder to this time, almost a year ago, that Eragon had done the same thing in a small clearing whilst they were on their way to The Varden. Except then, it was Slain that stood behind him to watch his back, not Thorn.
"Greeting, Murtagh." Eragon held out a hand. Murtagh clasped it, but did not offer any greeting of his own.
"Thorn" Eragon nodded to him. Thorn blinked his big eyes.
"I have been looking for you. You are not an easy one to track." Murtagh raised his eyebrows.
"Well I suppose with being on the run from Galbatorix that would be a valued skill."
What should I say to him, Thorn?
Ask him why he is here, obviously.
"Why are you here Eragon? What do you want from myself and Thorn?"
"The Varden want you to help their campaign. They want you to join them."
Wow, I actually didn't see that one coming.
Join The Varden? What is he? Stupid?
So now the dragon has a sense of humour? What do I do?
Tell him that we, well, I anyway, do not wish to take him up on his offer.
Are you sure… if they need us…? No, your right, we have caused enough terror in the name of Galbatorix.
"Thanks Eragon. But we decline."
"Murtagh… why? The Varden are giving you a chance to redeem yourself and help save the empire. Why do you not want that?"
Typical, of all the low down –
Not to intrude, the smooth voice of Saphira cut in, but what Eragon means is that The Varden understand that you were under the control of Galbatorix. They are willing to offer you safety and a chance to have revenge on Galbatorix if you agree to help them.
Get out of my head! Saphira's consciousness faded.
I think we should go.
Thorn! What?
What? What she said was right.
Fine. I'll go but I wont like it one bit.
"Very well Eragon. We accept.
can you guess why Thorn changed his mind? hinthint: *wiggles eyebrows* anyways, i hope u like it. im not sure how long is is going to be, or even if i should continue it...? it was a spur of the moment thing in maths this morning. what should i do? am i drawing this out for too long? plz R&R
Moony out.
