Durza's Journey to Raising Twins

By ladydoma

Disclaimer: Hey there yes tis the time for the sequel I'm going to say this now that this may not be as good as the first one. But I'll try. And this fic may take longer because I'm barely getting ideas. Oh yeah and I don't own the Eragon Characters. Please please read and review.

Chapter I: Innocent? Yeah Right.

Four years later……

Durza sighed as he entered the dungeons, for some reason their stock in prisoners had increased. He smiled as he looked over the pathetic little thieves and murders behind the cell bars. As he walked towards his desk, a chuckle could be heard. And he knew the chuckle was towards himself.

The Shade paused walking and turned his head towards an older man with a long beard, scraggy clothing and rotted teeth. Durza glared at him." What is funny old man?" He asked approaching the cell.

" Is your hair so girly because the missies told you to keep it that way?" He asked adding chuckle.

" What the hell are you talking about?" Durza asked. The prisoner motion his head towards Durza's ring finger on his right hand. Where a silver wedding band rested. " So what? I've gotten further with a woman then you ever will." Durza said.

" You have no idea Shade. I have eight kids and I married an eighteen year old." Upon hearing this Durza made a look as if he was going to gag.

" Yeah well at least I don't look like I've been through hell an back you piece of shit." Durza argued further. The man laughed again at Durza. The Shade shook his head and used what little mental power he had and made the man punch himself in the face, sending him flying into the back wall." And at least I get it almost every night." With that Durza walked over to his desk and took a seat. Opening up his journal he took up his quill pen and began to write….

The people in these cells can not seem to believe that fours years ago I made a drastic change. From a selfish bastard to a man who nearly sacrificed his life for the love of a woman. A woman who I had in mind to kill at birth. I never believed this either, that I could love that the Gods granted me this. A woman who is a loving caring person and two beautiful twin daughters.

It drives me crazy when I am seen around the castle with my daughters, Meagan and Nissa, servants show a lack of respect and fear towards me. My king even has his laughs at me. Silhouette just smiles and tells me to ignore the whispers and laughs. All that matters in her eyes is what I think and feel. I suppose she is right…. The shade paused and looked up as there was a couple giggles coming down the hall followed by a male scream.

Durza sighed and stood," Not again." He said to himself as he walked down the torch lit halls, he stopped to see the two four year old girls standing over a freshly mutilated body. " Girls what is this?" He asked the two.

The twin red headed shade daughters looked up at him and giggled. Meagan dropped the knife she held," He was being slower then us. So we did what you would do papa."

Durza blinked once then knelt down eye to eye level with the two girls and touched one of their shoulders on each," Girls….just because you see me kill does not mean that you should. "

Nissa giggled, her two front teeth missing already," But papa, you do it all the time."

Durza looked at Nissa," Yes but what did I just say?"

" Not to do what you do." The two girls said in unison.

" Good now then what is this I hear about you two tormenting your mother's dragon?" Durza decided to bring up.

The two looked innocent and shrugged " We don't know." They said together. Looking back a day before this day, there Ryes was laying there in the sun. Minding his own business when the two girls run at him and tug on his wings and pull on his tail.

" Girls listen the Dragon is not a toy. Nor is he one of your dollies, be nice to him for your mothers sake alright?"

" Alright papa." They said in unison.

" Alright, here give me hug and go play." The two threw their arms around him and he embraced his daughters back. This is why a Shade is not really suppose to produce children. There would always be that uncontrollable evil within.

END CHAPTER I