Murtagh, I am……
Author Notes: I do not own the rights to Star Wars or Eragon. And this scene is from Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back. I think that this must be the best movie, 'cause I can come up with so much from it. I tried to do the first movies, but I couldn't. Probably because I have seen Episodes I, II, and III twice and Episodes IV, and V three times each. ^-^ I have only seen Episode VI once though. T-T Oh, and yes, I didn't have the heart to cut off Murtagh's hand. It seemed to cruel, even for that low down, backstabbing whoring son of a bitch. Toodles!!!!
Murtagh ran through the halls of Tialdarí Hall, searching for someone. Eragon is frozen in a diamond and Thorn couldn't maneuver in the halls of the elfin capitol so the dragon was no help at this moment.
I hope I am not too late!!! Murtagh thought. He raced up some stairs and found himself on a balcony. Suddenly, a sliver blade appeared out of nowhere and he skidded to a stop.
"Murtagh…" a voice he knew all to well spoke, sending chills up his spine. He yanked Zar'roc out of its sheath and backed away slowly.
"I know you are there, Arya. Come out and fight me." He grinned wolfishly. Arya smirked and backed away three paces.
"It would be my pleasure." She darted forward and struck at his left side. Murtagh blocked her attack.
"I had expected more from the Varden's greatest ally. Surely you can do better then that." Arya snarled and threw herself at him.
"You can't defeat me," she said savagely. He smirked and battered away at her defenses. She let him for a while then retaliated with a ferocity that surprised him.
"Is that how you killed my mother? By playing games with her?" Murtagh demanded. The elf gave him a strange look and cocked her eyebrow at him. She locked blades with him and pulled him close to her.
"What are you talking about?" She twirled the swords and they spun around, caught Murtagh in the hand and sliced three fingers off. Murtagh stared at his hand before retaliating.
"You killed my mother!!" he screamed
"No, Murtagh, I AM your mother."
"What??? No, that is impossible."
"Look inside yourself, you will see that it is true." Murtagh stumbled back, unable to process what he had just learned. All he had ever know, all he had ever been taught, had just gone up in smoke.
"Oh, gods…No."
"Join us Murtagh. Join me. Together we can over throw Galbatorix and rule Alagaësia. Don't you want that? We can bring peace to the land."
"I will never join you, witch!! You and the Rebels will be crushed and one day I will laugh on your grave."
Arya sighed and nodded. "So be it." She raised her hand and muttered under her breathe. Murtagh looked around and saw the edge of the balcony. Before Arya's spell could hit him, he ran and jumped.
"So long, Rebel."