Okay, this story may or may not be inspired by milky0candy's 'Shadow and Shadeslayer', however, as you can probably tell, it's not a fem! Eragon(a).
I do not own IC, or it's main characters, those belong solely to Mr. Christopher Paolini.
Prologue
Morzan.
At the time, he had seemed like a god from the heavens. Now, as her son lay on the floor, blood staining the carpet, she knew it had been an illusion—a mistake, even. Selena hid herself behind the doorframe, knowing that if she entered, the man would surely, in his drunken rage, kill her as well.
She couldn't have that. Her son needed her. She would never deny him that.
So she waited, tears flowing down her cheeks, for Morzan to leave. When he finally did, slamming the other door to the room, she rushed to her boy—her beautiful, only little boy—and knelt beside him.
Murtagh had lost consciousness, and for a brief, heartstopping moment, she thought him dead. But short, shuddering breaths said otherwise. Selena gently, oh so gently, picked him up, knowing where she had to go. The tears flowed ever faster down her cheeks as she realized what would might have happened if she had left when she planned to.
Making sure her grip on her three-year-old son would hold, she rushed down to the gardens, blowing past shocked servants and maids, kicking closed doors open, knowing that she had very little time to lose.
Finally exiting the great castle, she burst into bright sunlight. She hurried to the cottage, where he lived, posing as a gardener. Brom. Surely, surely he could heal this.
He was around the pther side, weeding. He looked up as Selena whirled around the corner, a smile almost on his face at the sight of her—but when he saw her face, and the boy's, he dropped his tools and ushered her inside.
He directed her to the table in the kitchen, and she gently set him upon it's rough surface. Brom—her beautiful, wonderful Brom—looked him over, at the gaping wound in his back. He held his slightly shaky palm over it, took a deep breath, and uttered the words.
"Waíse heill."
The wound closed, the flesh slowly coming together, from bottom to top. As the skin joined, it whitened, gradually forming a long, gruesome scar. Selena put her face in her hands, sobbing. When Brom finally stumbled back, she made no move except to take her hands from her face. After a moment, she tenderly sat in the single chair next to the table, wrapping her arm around Murtagh's still shoulders and burying her beautiful face in his dark hair.
It was in that moment that she finally started sobbing. She hardly felt Brom kneel beside her and wrap an arm around her own shoulders. It was in that moment that she made a desision. She would leave, as she had planned. But she would not come back. And she would take her boy with her.
Well, how's that for an AU story?
I just had to write this. 'Sides, Tag needs a family. *surreptitiously glares at Paolini*
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