Fricai Anglát

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em I am just borrowing them for a bit and then they can go on their merry way.

A/N: First of all NOBODY PANIC! The title does not mean the mushroom will be the main character of the story! But It's translation is actually the title, Death Friend, it just sound cooler in the Ancient Language. Secondly, I am using some different dialogue for the Burning Plain but not to different, mainly because right now I am not in possession of a copy of Eldest. But the gist of the story is the same.

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Chapter 1: Brothers in Battle

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Murtagh stared at Eragon as he lay motionless on the hard stone of the plateau.

Eragon he scoffed to himself the blessed brother, he never knew the pain that I have known. It was then Thorn interjected

Murtagh, stop your moping and finish this! Galbatorix is waiting for us and you know what he will do if we displease him! Oh yes Murtagh knew all to well what would happen if Galbatorix was displeased. Murtagh raised his eyebrow at Eragon.

"Tis a pity you still can not beat me after all that time with the elves." He said with disdain.

"Murtagh come now." Eragon said "You don't feel any loyalty to Galbatorix! That is why you ran away in the first place! Come back to the Varden. You don't really want this." Murtagh almost laughed. How he would love to leave Galbatorix. To escape him and his tyranny but he couldn't.

"I can't." Murtagh said softly "I am bound to his service in the Ancient Language." Eragon stared horrified "He knows our true names Eragon, Thorn's and my own. We can not escape him, not matter how we try."

"Then let us kill you." Eragon said solemnly. Murtagh blanched

"And why would I do that? I am not yet ready to give up the sweet breath of life!"

"Is not it better to sacrifice your self for the greater good of the world?"

"No." He said releasing Eragon from the magic "My orders were to try to capture you and Saphira. I have tried." He took a step forward "But before I go I will take my inheritance." He picked up Zar'ock and held it up "Besides Morzan's sword should have gone to his oldest son...not his youngest."

"No." Eragon whispered

"Yes." Murtagh said enjoying the horror he was instilling "My mother, Selena, was your mother, no?" he surpressed a grin "We are one in the same Eragon, mirror images of each other, you can't deny it."

"I am nothing like you" Eragon hissed "I don't have a scar on my back any more."

Murtagh visibly blanched. Eragon, the cherished child, the wonder boy, the savior of all salvation, the spoiled brat. And the elves had taken away the one pain that would never die.

"What happened to you Murtagh?" Eragon asked

"You do not want to know." Murtagh said in a whisper

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Murtagh kicked and struggled against his captors. He needed to get away; he needed to go help Eragon and Ajihad.

"You might as well stop boy, you will never be free." hissed the voice of one of the twins. Murtagh lunged against the urgals that held his arms fast. Wrestling to try and get his arm up to claw out the hideous mans eyes. "Now, now, we can't have that." The twin said and he signaled to one of the urgals. The urgal gave a terrible yell and kicked Murtagh hard in the stomach with its iron shod foot. Murtagh felt the blood pouring out of his stomach. The urgal ripped off his shirt and began to beat him hard and fast, pounding most viciously on the tender tissue of the grotesque scar on his back and his head. Pain blurred Murtagh's vision. He only felt his blood wash over his stomach and the fist on his spine and soon he did not feel them either.

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The Twins smiled as they saw Murtagh slink into unconsciousness. One of them took Murtagh's bloody shirt and threw it on to the way behind them where any followers would find it. Then both the Twins began to speak in the Ancient Language making it impossible for them or Murtagh to be scryed.

"Bring him." They hissed and the urgal who had been busy beating Murtagh thoroughly lazily swung him across his back the man's bloody torso bumping of his armor. "Jierda." Said one twin lazily and the urgal not holding Murtagh fell dead and broken on the floor of the cavern. Once his body had been tossed of the side of the cliff that the remaining four were perched upon their march started again. Winding ever deeper into the side of the mountain.

A/N: Ok not a long chapter to get you started but I will update as often as I can. Just so you know the story is planned to be 15 chapters. So enjoy the rest and please review I if you liked it or hated it or have a suggestion. I don't care but it makes my day to get reviews and I read them all!