Freedom
By : Kana
A series of 100 word drabbles... ^^
AN : I still haven't finished the third book 'Brisinger'. But this takes place after the second book. ^^
So, WARNING! For those who still haven't read the second book, this story contains spoilers!!! ^^
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Our swords clash. A familiar pattern. Both of us. We know each other's moves. And yet, they are strange. There is something…. Something…
"Murtagh…"
His name leaves my lips when I feel myself fall backwards, knowing that behind me is nothing. The dangerousness of fighting on a cliff.
Weakened by the loss of blood from the different wounds on my body, I cannot even react.
My helmet falls off and mentally I prepare myself for the feeling of nothingness. Preparing myself for the impact after the free fall. Preparing myself for…
My eyes are closed. Accepting my fate. Saphira… Saphira…
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A strong hand takes hold of my arm, pulling me back. Stumbling. My fingers lose their grip on the sword. I have no sense of balance and I crash against the one I had considered a friend. Once.
"You're not allowed to die yet..."
Vaguely I notice how soft his voice is. How concerned.
I close my eyes and wring myself out of his embrace. I will not allow myself to hope. I will not fall for it. Not again. I will not ... trust him. He has nearly broken me before. He has shattered my hopes, my dreams. Once…
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My eyes open and I blink at seeing what's in his own. A cold look reappears on his face when he catches me starring. Hiding...
Why is it we always hide, so much...? Why is it we can't be honest? Just for once...
"Don't look at me like that."
Harsh. Cold. Uncaring.
Yet... I saw... I know I saw... Something.
Garrow has always called me a stubborn fool. And to use the words of Brom : 'One quart brave. Three quarters foolish'.
Perhaps they were both right... They probably were...
A plan forms in the back of my mind.
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I silently thank my training that makes me able to see things, to save the information, to use it when I need it...
The plan that is starting to take form is risky. Very risky, but ...
Slowly I take a step forward. And another. And another... It's strange to see how he's backing away, even though he is the one still armed.
It doesn't take long before I see his eyes widen. The cold hard stone that suddenly presses in his back is enough to make him feel insecure.
I just hope he will not run into the cavern.
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I do not stop when I see him pressed up against the wall. Instead I take another two steps closer. Our bodies only separated by the sword he holds out in front of him.
Our eyes locked. I can see he's nervous. But hell, so am I. There is so much that can go wrong. That probably will go wrong.
Slowly I move my hand, pushing the steel away.
He still does not react. His hand hanging loosely at his side. The sword no threat any more.
I don't know why I do this. I'm just drowning in his eyes.
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My fingers gently brush his cheek. There is nothing in his eyes. No fear. No coldness. No hatred. No nervousness. Just ... Acceptance.
It does not matter that he has sworn an oath in the Old Language. There will no longer be a hindrance.
"Eragon..."
His voice is soft. Wanting me to stop? To continue? I don't know. And to be honest, I do not care. I can only do what my heart tells me to...
Gently I brush my lips over his. Smiling when I feel him answer my touch.
The bounds of Galbatorix… Broken. He's free... We are.
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The End
