Heartbreak chapter one
A/N: Okay so I had my story Amethyst, but I hated the way it started out so I redid it! Here it is! This is my second fan fiction after Fallen, my debut fan fiction. Go check it out! Well, read on!
Murtagh ran to the Dragon hold. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to get away. He had to get out. It was suffocating in the palace. Too many memories surfaced; too many painful memories forced their way to the top of Murtagh's consciousness. And he couldn't escape them. They only way he thought he could forget was to get away from the castle, even if it was only for a few days.
Murtagh, what is on your mind? Thorn asked as Murtagh burst in. Murtagh looked around, making sure Shruiken was not around. When he was sure the black dragon was not in the room, he responded.
Too much, Thorn. Too much is on my mind. We're taking a vacation. With that, Murtagh jumped onto Thorn and flew into the night.
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She couldn't take it anymore. Her legs were about to give out. She could barely breath and she couldn't see straight. Blood rushed out of her wounds and she yelped in pain as another arrow pierced her arm.
Giving up all hope, she fell clumsily to the ground. Two black figures appeared before her eyes, and she knew it was the men chasing her. Could they not leave her alone? What had she down? Something incoherent reached her ears, but it all sounded like a train wreck. She couldn't hear anything. She saw one figure raise something and she covered her face.
When she thought it was all over, a big boom resonated through out the valley. The two figures were no longer in front of her. But she could hear something else making useless noise. Looking to her side, there was another black figure, pointing something at the two others. She looked back to the two men and watched them crumple into a pathetic heap. Breathing a sigh of relief, she laid her head down. The figure that rescued her rushed over and held her head, asking her questions. She couldn't hear him, so instead she just laid her head in his arms and went to sleep.
Reacting quickly, Murtagh whipped out his wineskin. He parted the girl's lips with his fingers and let water drip into her mouth. He looked at her after he finished giving her the water. She was covered in cuts, gashes and bruises. Seeing the arrow protruding from her arm, he removed it carefully and sealed the wound, along with the numerous others. After he finished, he took in her appearance.
Seeming to be about seventeen years old, she had shoulder length brown hair. She wore a off white dress with three red triangles at the bottom and a cream colored apron. She had on black boots and a small bag in her hand. Respecting her privacy, he nether opened the bag or invaded her mind. He just let the girl sleep.
Why were those two men chasing her? What had she done? Who was she? Where was she from? Who were the men?
All these questions bounced around in Murtagh's mind, but he would have to wait for the girl to wake up to get any answers. He went over to the bodies of the men and rifled through their things, but there was nothing to hint the cause of this event, or their identities.
Murtagh sat next to the girl, taking on an unusually protective air. Thorn asked Murtagh if he should dispose of the men, and Murtagh nodded. He looked away as Thorn ate his breakfast. Murtagh looked to the sky and watched as dawn slowly broke over the trees.
A/N: So like the redone chappie? I hope you did and I hope you want to come back for more! I'll update soon!