Murtagh lent on thorns neck enjoying the cool air over his face as they soared over the vast expanses of sea. They had been flying for hours and Murtagh was content to fly as far away from alagasia as possible, away from the distrusting, disgusted stairs that followed him wherever he went. After the fall of the king he had left Alagasia. He would return one day, after he had healed inside, after he had found himself.
I can see land ahead! Thorns excited voice reverberated through his head. Over to the east!
Shall we explore? Murtagh chuckled to himself. Thorn was still younger than a year old, even if he did not look it. The king had used dark magic to boost his growth. He still acted like a curios puppy.
Let's! He did a somersault. He would have thrown Murtagh if not for the saddle's straps securing him in place.
Thorn barrelled towards the land he flew faster than any horse could gallop, his red scales shone in the sun they reflected onto Murtagh giving his skin a reddish tinge. They flew over the shoreline of this strange land. The cliffs rose, seemingly growing out of the ground. Waves washed over the huge coastal rocks.
Can we land? I want to explore on foot to see more. Murtagh asked Thorn.
Thorn grumbled but replied Of course.
He flew down to the ground and landed then ran a few steps jostling Murtagh as he tried to get his leg straps of.
Thorn! Do you want me to get squashed like a fly? He said with amusement.
No, I'm just so excited! Do you think we'll meet people?
Maybe Thorn, I just hope there nice. I don't want to meet another Galbatorix.
Thorn stopped bouncing and Murtagh immediately felt guilty. They were here to remember who they were, not remembering who they are. He undid the straps and slid to the ground. He looked around with interest. It looked exactly the same as alagasiasa skin deep, but below that he knew it would be extremely different.
He walked forwards a few steps, feeling the trees in wonder. They were old, very old. You could see in their gnarled trunks the wisdom of the forest before them.
On second thoughts, I think we should fly.
Gosh you change your mind a lot But Thorn had started bouncing happily as Murtagh lifted himself into the saddle and did his straps. He took off just as Murtagh made the final adjustments.
Thorn!
Sorry He didn't sound sorry, he was too busy swirling and somersaulting in the air snapping his jaws happily.
Thorn I'm trying to see where we are! Stop! Murtagh was having extreme difficulty seeing as all the colours of the landscape blurred into what seemed like a watercolour painting.
Fine he stopped twirling and flew in a straight line.
Murtagh gasped, in that short time they had reached the edge of the forest and were flying over a vast plain. Just grass, grass, grass, as far as the eye could see. The green stretched through to the horizon. He didn't see the group of three running under him until and arrow flew through air, missing Thorns wings by inches.