Another random one-shot that I wrote when bored. Enjoy.
"Please," he begged. He was literally on his knees before the beautiful raven-haired elf.
"We cannot," the aforementioned elf said coldly.
"Why?" he whispered miserably, begging unashamedly.
"We have been through this before Shur'tugal," she growled icily, curling her fists. She refused to open her heart up again after he dies and left her all alone.
"Please," he whispered brokenly. She was all he wanted. More than food, water, or even air. She was as important to him as his dragon.
"Leave, and don't come back," she ordered in the Ancient Language.
He picked himself up off the ground and dragged himself away. Tears were running down his face as he disappeared into the forbidding darkness of Du Weldenvarden.
Watching Murtagh walk away was the hardest thing Arya ever had to do. Harder even than letting her beloved Eragon die in her arms.
I was bored and in an Inheritance mood. Please don't be too harsh and leave a review.