A one shot about Murtagh's life

What happened to me?

Was my life really bad enough to cause this wreck?

It's not my fault really. How was I supposed to stop it?

I couldn't. Could I? So much doubt. Before I met Eragon there was no doubt. Sure my life was already screwed when I met him. But did he make it worse? Or better?

It started when I was just 3 years old. That terrible night when my father, Morzan, got really drunk.

Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I should have gone to bed and stayed there rather than following the crying.

I followed the sound of my mother, Selenas, cries. I opened the door and watched as my father hit her. Again and again.

I wanted to help but I couldn't. Then he saw me. I should have ran. But I couldn't move.

It was like my feet were glued to the ground.

The rest happened so fast I can barley remember. Just a shout. A spliting pain in my back, warm blood flowing down my back as I collapsed. My mothers scream. Then darkness.

I didn't know what happened until I woke. I wish I still didn't know. That night still haunts me to this day.

My father threw his sword Zar'roc, misery, a fitting title, at me.

It should have killed me. If only it had. I'd have caused much less pain.

My mother disappeared soon after. My father left for some assignment for the King. It didn't matter. He was always leaving. But my mother. She was always there.

My father never returned. I was told he died a noble death. Yeah right. He probably died begging for his own life.

He was killed by Brom. To this day people still think I hate Brom for it. But I don't. I owe him for it.

But it doesn't matter anymore. He's dead too.

My mother returned. Only to take ill soon after and die.

I was left alone. An orphan.

I was sent to live in the castle. With the King.

I had a trainer, Tornac. The one true friend I ever had.

I ran away when I was 18. Tornac came with me.

Only to die to save me. Another death. Alone again.

I travelled alone. Hunted Raa'zaks. Until I met Eragon and Saphira. He was a new Rider. So naïve. So innocent.

Only knew parts of the horrors that destroyed Alagaesia.

But that kid. Something about him made me want to help.

So I did. I brought them to the Varden when Brom fell.

I was imprisoned for being Morzans son.

I was left fight. We won. The leader of the Varden, Ajihad, and I went to kill the rest of the Urgals with the Twins.

Ajihad was killed and me captured. How I curse that day.

If only I hadn't gone down. My life would have been different.

Better maybe. Who knows. It could have been. But it wasn't.

I was brought back to the King.

I was hurt. Tortured. But then what's new?

Nothing. Nothing was new. Except the egg.

The Red Dragon egg. It hatched for me. Why? I don't know.

But I don't regret it. That dragon, Thorn, is my only friend.

Now I'm a Rider for the Empire. I loathe it. I did not want this.

I really didn't. But Galbatorix did.

His old right-hand man's son. Fighting for him. His only son.

Or so we thought. No, Morzan has another son.

With Selena. My brother. Eragon. It would be him, wouldn't it.

I fought him on the Du Voller Eldrvarya. The Burning Plains.

I was told to capture him. I couldn't do it. Call me weak.

I just don't care. I let him go. I found a loophole by chance.

It won't happen again. There will be no loophole. No chance.

I'll have to do it. But I'm not sure I can.

I told him we were brothers. He didn't believe me.

I said it in the Ancient Language. He believed me.

He said I've turned into my father. Maybe I have.

I carry his sword now. The sword that caused me much misery.

Eragon offered to kill me. I declined.

I don't know why. I wish I hadn't. He should have killed me.

When we meet again, I will let him.

Let him kill me. But it wouldn't be much of a difference.

I wouldn't call what I have no a life.

Let him kill me…. Death sounds so inviting now.

How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me