Wow, my first Inheritance ficcie. I'm gonna turn this into a series of drabbles (100 words), suggestions are pretty useful. And remember: you cry, you cry alone…but burp JUST ONCE…
Words: 100 (duh)
Character(s): Murtagh (listens to fellow m-fans scream)
Genre: Angst
Theme: Alone
I'm all alone, even as a rider. Nobody cares because I'm either a prisoner or an enemy. Even my friend—no, brother—loathes me. I vaguely wonder if my little brother feels the same way; being a son of Morzan is terrible, even if he kept it secret. I suppose that's my revenge on him for hating me—telling who he is. Zarroc's theft was for his normal, enjoyable life. Thorn couldn't care less. I could knock myself out if I wanted. That leads to why I named him Thorn: every time I see him, my thoughts are like thorns.
Make of this as you want.
