Me: Time for round two! My email has been overflowing, so I'm putting up another chapter!
Murtagh: Time for more hell! YAY!
Me: That's the spirit!
Angela: Do you not understand sarcasm?
Me: I feed off of sarcasm!
Murtagh: Then you know that I am not excited.
Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Orik: Where am I? Time to visit Murty!
Murtagh: Do I get to kill him?
Me: No, but he is in for hell in chapter three!
Everyone: YES!
Orik: Huh?
Me: Time to start! And so no one gets confused, everything up until Orik comes in is going on at the same time as Eragon and Aryas fun time. And Angela will be OOC in this chapter.
Angela: Oh no…
Chapter 2: Murtagh and Angela
"Time flies when you are having fun." Orik said.
"That is so cliché!" Angela cried. "Why can't anyone make up anything new?"
"Because all the good phrases are taken." Murtagh said dryly.
"Yes, I suppose you are right." Angela said glumly.
"Why don't we go back to my tent?" Murtagh suggested. "I can make you feel better."
Angela grinned. "I'd like that very much."
"Oh please, I may be sick." Islanzadí gagged.
"Don't be so cynical." Angela murmured, standing.
Murtagh stood quickly and led her away to his tent.
When they were out of earshot, Angela asked Murtagh a question.
"What exactly do you plan to do when we get to your tent?"
"I'm not going to try and bed you," Murtagh reassured her.
"Well I'm glad that you are a gentleman, but that doesn't answer my question."
Murtagh smirked and said "You will just have to wait and see."
Angela pouted. "Not fair," she complained.
"Don't worry," Murtagh soothed. "You'll love it."
"If you say so."
Murtagh stopped and forced Angela too look at him.
"Do you trust me?" he asked seriously.
"You know I do," Angela told him.
Murtagh stepped away from her and continued walking. Angela laced her fingers through his and squeezed his hand.
When they arrived at Murtaghs tent, he held the entrance flap open for her and entered behind her.
Angela eyed the tent critically.
"It's simpler than I expected," she said.
"What's wrong with simple?" Murtagh demanded.
"Did I say there was anything wrong with it?" Angela snapped.
Murtagh backed off. "No, I was just asking. I don't like to overcomplicate things."
"Nor do I," Angela agreed. "So what did you have planned?"
"We'll get to that later. Right now, I want to learn more about you."
"Such as?"
"What's your favorite thing to do? What is your favorite food? Favorite color? What do you like to read? What do you do in your free time? What kind of music do you like? Do you even like music? Where did you grow up? How did you grow up? When did you grow up? What were your parents like?"
When Murtagh paused for breath, Angela spoke.
"Why don't we go back and forth? I ask you, you ask me and so on and so forth."
"Sounds good to me," Murtagh said. "Would you like to start?"
"Sure. What was the name of the woman you bed?"
Murtagh squirmed uncomfortably, but answered anyway.
"Her name was Psária," he said. "She had short brown hair with blonde running through it. The blonde was really pretty because it faded to a fiery orange at the tips. She was pale and incredibly slender. She had a soft voice and she never got angry." By the end of his outburst, Murtaghs voice had become thick with emotion.
"Do you love her?" Angela asked softly.
"Once I did, but no more. I just want to know what happened to her. Is she alive? Is she dead? Did she get pregnant?"
"Why don't you scry for her?" Angela suggested.
Murtagh slapped his forehead.
"Why didn't I ever think of that!" he exclaimed.
Quickly he stood and filled a small bowl with water and murmured the words for scrying.
The water froze and went dark. When it cleared, a young woman was sitting on a bed in Murtaghs room from when he lived in Urû'baen. She had tears running down her cheeks. Murtagh saw a mirror across the room and cast the spell that would allow Psária to speak to him.
"Psária," he called softly.
The woman's head snapped up. Her eyes went wide when she saw Murtagh.
"Murtagh?" she choked out.
"Yes?"
"It can't be! You are dead!"
"No I'm not," Murtagh told her.
"Why did you leave?" Psária demanded. "I gave you my body and you just left me! Did you even know that you have a son?"
"A son? I have a son?"
"Yes," Psária said coldly. "Ágrios is will be six years old in three weeks."
"Ágrios," Murtagh choked out.
"Why did you leave Murtagh?"
"I had no choice. Galbatorix would have killed me if I had stayed."
Psária was silent for several minutes. When she spoke, her voice sounded broken.
"That man drove you from me. We were to be married, you and I. Do you remember?"
Before he could answer, Murtagh heard a sob come from behind him. He whirled around and saw Angela with her hand pressed to her mouth and a look of betrayal in her eyes.
"Angela…" he whispered.
"You… you stay away from me!"Angela sobbed.
"Angela please! Please don't go!" he begged.
"Why shouldn't I?" she demanded, tears streaming down her face. "You are promised to someone else, so why should I stay?"
"Because I love you, not her!" Murtagh cried. "I did love her, but my feeling for you tower above the feelings I had for her!"
"Why should I believe you?" Angela yelled.
"You should believe him because he never once begged me to stay the way he is begging for you," Psária said. "He was far too proud to beg, but he has thrown his pride away to try and keep you by his side."
"To hell with my pride, I'll get down on my hands and knees to keep you with me," Murtagh said softly.
"You belong with your son. Don't let him grow up without a father."
"He has gone almost six years without a father," Murtagh pointed out. "He does not need me."
"Every son needs a father," Angela growled.
"You sound like you want me to leave," Murtagh whispered brokenly.
Angela didn't speak. She instead turned on heel and left the tent.
"Angela!" Murtagh cried and ran after her.
"Leave me alone!" Angela screamed.
"What's going on?" Orik asked.
"GO AWAY!" Murtagh and Angela screamed together.
"Fine, no need to be rude about it," Orik muttered. "I'll go see what Islanzadí is up too." And with that, the dwarf turned and stumbled away.
Murtagh turned back to Angela. She was running away in the direction of the forest.
"Angela please wait!" he cried as he took off after her.
The witch whipped around.
"Why should I do anything for you?" she screamed. "You said you loved me!"
"I still love you! I want to be with you! Please!"
"How can you love me if you are promised to her?"
"Angela, that promise was broken the moment I left Urû'baen!"
"How? How was it broken?"
"I told her I might be forced to leave, and she said that if I was, then she would free me from my promise, so that way if we never saw each other again, we could move on!"
Angela looked stunned by his revelation.
Murtagh stepped closer to her and took her hands in his own.
"I love you," he said in the Ancient Language.
"I love you too," Angela whispered.
Murtagh pulled his love into an embrace and let her cry into his chest, staining his shirt with tears.
When her sobs faded into hiccups, and the hiccups faded, Murtagh pulled away and cradled her face in his hands. Slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, Murtagh lowered his face to hers and kissed her sweetly.
When he pulled away, he studied her face. Even though her eyes were puffy and her face was blotchy, she still looked beautiful to him.
'Now is as good a time as ever,' he thought.
Murtagh took a deep breath and took one step away from Angela. He forced himself to relax and got down on one knee. He pulled a ring out of his pocked and held it out to her. Shock showed on her face.
"Angela, I swear to love you, now and forever, I swear I will never betray you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
Angela reached out and touched the ring he was offering to her. She studied it for a moment then looked at his face. Then she uttered one word.
Me: Okay, I was going to keep this chapter going, but I can't decide what Angela should say. Yes or no? Please help me!
Angela: MAKE ME SAY YES!
Murtagh: I don't want to get rejected.
Me: Solembum, you're really smart, what should I do?
Solembum: I'll help you after my nap.
Me: Grrrr… Well, my readers it is up too you! The faster you review, the faster I post!
