By:Novicewriter
This is going to be a multi chapter slash fic. I am so exited, because everyone seemed to like my last slash, or at least the five people who reviewed seemed to. This one, if people like it, will be longer, multi chaptered, and probably have some serious smut scenes in it. I hope you all like it.
Eragon, would you please stop obsessing and keep your mind in the fight! thought Saphira
I am just watching, I am positive Murtagh is here, and he comes with poor intensions. Answered the young rider
The two were in the middle of a battlefield between the Varden and the kings army. Both armies had been fighting for hours, and the Varden had lost much, but the king had still lost more.
I think our side is winning. Said Eragon to Saphira right as he slashed the throat of an empire general.
I believe you spoke to soon little one.
What do you mean? Asked the rider
Thorn is approaching. We should go to the outskirts of the battle where we can have our battle without harming any others.
I agree.
The pair flew to the outside rim of the battlefield and awaited Murtagh and Thorn's arrival. When the large red dragon landed Murtagh immediately jumped down off his dragon's back and Eragon jumped down as well.
"There is no mercy this time brother, I am to bring you back to Galbatorix, without hesitation." whispered Murtagh quietly drawing his sword.
"I would like to see you try." stated Eragon looking at his once best friend with utter loathing.
Thorn, I can't do this! Stated Murtagh to his dragon
You must, and you know it. Replied the dragon
Eragon had drawn his sword now, and was waiting for Murtagh to make the first move. When one never came the boy spoke up. "What are you waiting for?" asked the younger man
Murtagh just looked up with a look of defeat painted on his face, this confused Eragon. Why is he just standing there, and why does he look at me like that? Eragon asked Saphira
I don't believe he wants to do this, Eragon. I believe he and Thorn are conversing about their oaths, and if there is any possible way to get out of them. I don't believe they have found any. Answered the blue dragon
Eragon looked to his brother, and waited still for the attack. He was more ready for a fight this time, Nausada had ordered him to keep his strength and only fight when necessary so he could kill or capture Murtagh and Thorn. Kill more likely. Eragon thought
Murtagh finally looked up, and Eragon could see how distrought the older man was. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair hung limp in his face as he readied his sword.
"I have tried to protect you as long as possible, but my loopholes have disappeared." said Murtagh softly
Murtagh bent into his attack, Both me fought vigorisly, but trying not to harm each other to badly. Eragon was definitely the quicker of the two swordsmen, but Murtagh's attacks were well planned and stronger. Both men were a match for the other, but in the end Murtagh knocked Eragon down with magic, and pointed his sword at th young rider.
"I am sorry, Eragon." whispered Murtagh before saying "Slytha." and putting Eragon into a deep dreamless sleep.
Saphira roared at the dark haired man but with one word the blue dragon was frozen in place, as Murtagh put Eragon onto Thorns back. Murtagh lifted the blue dragon behind him, and magically pulled her along side Thorn. Murtagh could barely contain the tears that threatened to spill out from over his lids.
Murtagh, it was invitable, you knew it would happen eventually, you couldn't protect him forever. Said Thorn
I know, but he will never forgive me now. Whispered Murtagh in Thorn's mind
We cannot change what is destiny, young rider, we must flow with the punches.
I know. Murtagh returned
When Eragon awoke he was in the dungeons beneath what he assumed to be Galbatorix's castle. The young man was chained to the wall, and Saphira was nearby surrounded by what looked like a wall of blue tinted glass. Eragon's magic had been blocked.
"Dammit!" said Eragon under his breath
Eragon, try to calm down, at least we are together, and can still talk. Reminded Saphira
I guess, but god this wasn't soposed to happen. Why does this always seem to happen to us and everyone associated with us, Garrow died, Brom died, Ajihad was killed, Murtagh was captured, Hrothgar was killed, now the last hope for the Varden is gone, this because of my own incompitence. Said Eragon nearly crying, reliving the past year was not so easy.
Eragon, don't think that way, plenty of good things have happened.
Like what. Eragon pouted
You have defeated a shade, mastered the ancient language, helped the Varden win many battles, Everyone that you mentioned were all willing to die for you. Brom would be proud, and Ajihad died fighting for his cause. Garrow loved you very much, and that in no way is your fault. The Varden still have a chance, and Murtagh switched sides by his own free will by a way of looking at it. You are not incompetant, and you should know that.
Eragon smiled, thanks Saphira. You always know what to say. The young rider jumped as he heard a loud clank as the cell door was pushed open. Eragon saw that it was a tall guard with a sword on his belt and was a good foot taller than Eragon. The guard grabbed Eragon's arms and started dragging him out of the small room. Saphira! Eragon yelled. Saphira tried to raor in protest, but soon found that she couldn't no doubt thanks to the king's or Murtagh's magic. The young rider was helpless as the guard dragged him through the long corridors of the castle. Eragon was brought through two large oaken doors where the king sat on his un-rightful thrown.
"Welcome young rider." said the king loudly. Eragon couldn't say anything, the king was not to menacing looking, but Eragon knew better than to judge someone by appaerences. "I hope you are enjoying your stay here." Eragon just grunted. "I assume that you have noticed that your magic has been blocked as well as Saphira's, and you will soon be moved to a regular room but first I need information."
The guard still had a firm grip on Eragon's arms, and him legs were still bound, but he struggled to get away from the approaching king anyway. The king walked up to Eragon and put him right palm to the younger man's head and started to painfully sift through his thoughts. Eragon saw the king found the weak points of the Varden army, where the dwarves made tunnels, where the magic wards around Ellesmera were weakest, when guards switched posts at the gate of Surda, and many many useful facts that the king would surely use. Finally the attack stopped.
"You have been of much use, Eragon. Take him to the room next to Murtagh's, I will call him back at dinner. Feel free to cut his bounds."
The guard took Eragon down several corridors before stopping at a light colored door where Eragon was pushed inside. "God Dammit!" yelled Eragon furious at himself. His fist connected with the post of a wooden four corner bed, and the wooden beam shattered under his fist.
Eragon looked at his surroundings, not a bad room, but Saphira was no where to be found, and he had no contact with her now. It seemed that the room was small, had a bed, a desk with a few scrolls on it, and a mirror in the far corner. In One corner there was a door that led to the bathroom, and next to it, was a door, opened, with Murtagh standing in the way. He looked sad.
There, one chapter down. More to come. Tell me what you think.
