Okay. Hi, everyone. It's me, again. Um. chuckles nervously. You may remember me from such fics as: Forsworn of last year (or the year before?)
Yeah. Sorry about that. Tell me which intro you liked better? Thank you. It's important because I took this fic down before because I hated it. It wasn't the epic I wanted to write, and I kept looking back on it and wincing, trying to think up new story ideas. And then I totally lost the plot. Heh. So it would be nice to know what you guys think.
Shout-out to Drownedinlight, who encouraged me to look at Forsworn again, sorry it wasn't up in time, and I hope you like this.
To everyone new, hi!
Anyway.
The introduction is an introduction, and sort of not hugely linked to the rest of the plot. Yet. But I promise the next chapter will have the main characters in!
Disclaimer: Christopher Paolini is not a very good author and he stole most of his work from Star Wars and LOTR and the Belgariad and other stuff but he still published Inheritance and this is derivative of that so anyway CP owns Murtagh, Brom, Morzan, Galbatorix, Selena, and anyone else you might recognize from the books. Aralin and the Forsworn are mine, but not in concept. Bleah.
Title: Forsworn
Author: Andromeda-Dreamer
Rating: T (for safety, and as a catch-all)
Warnings: Slash (not overtly in this part, but definitely later), blood, mentions of violence
Summary: The life and times of Morzan, first and last of the Forsworn, and the people he loved. SLASH. HET.
This chapter: It's a prologue. Just read it. And since the author's notes are longer than the piece of writing...here!
FORSWORN
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow
--Introduction--
There is blood on his hands, crimson like Morzan's dragon and his sword. He looks at it in horror, fights back the scream welling in the back of his throat. Above him, a dragon circles, one last time, and he cannot believe what it is he has done.
The ground is damp and hard under his knees and his hands are in Morzan's blood. He tastes blood and bile on his tongue, and he can't see for tears. He'd thought it would be easy, killing this man. This man who killed the world—it isn't. He worshipped this man, once upon a time, could not have imagined what he's doing now—what he just did.
He doesn't know how he made that transition, from Rider to killer. Then again, Morzan did it with ease... He doesn't understand anything anymore.
He sucks in air like it's his last breath—which it could quite possibly be. In the air Morzan's dragon screams its death-scream, piercing the minds of any who hear. He has to leave.
The man under his hands (his killer's hands—he swore never to be like this, what happened?) looks at him, dark eyes piercing and sad, dulling with every moment that passes.
He says, in a voice that breaks and cracks with sorrow, "I'm sorry--" surprised to find true regret there--and he takes Morzan's limp hand in his.
The older man smiles, softly and as if it pains him. He whispers faintly, "Love her, as I once loved. And take my sword—don't let my son--." His eyes dull, and his dragon plummets like an arrow to the ground.
He crosses Morzan's arms on his chest, and closes his eyelids—it's the least thing he can do for this man he's killed. He takes the sword, holding it almost reverently, and then he hears the sound of footsteps. That's quick, but then again this is Morzan, not any of the other Forsworn.
He gets up and half-runs to his horse, mounting quickly. Then he rides until his horse is white with sweat and soldiers won't follow him any farther.
At his waist a sword called Misery remembers...
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