Bastards, and Dragons, and Crushes Oh My!
Ten- Yo, author here! Welcome to the second chapter of Cycles! Ok, now some inside info about this fanfic. Like the ages. Murtagh is 18 and in his last year of high school. Thorn is two years younger than Murtagh, but a year higher than Eragon, so 16. Arya is 22 and a teacher aid, Nasuada is 18 as well. Old Galby is a direct descendant of the founder of the school, and he is the headmaster. That pretty much explains it. Now the disclaimer many people must type down. Oh and if you haven't figured out already this is an AU, meaning alternative universe, but where…..a place in my imagination.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon nor do I get money for writing these things.
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Saphira and Eragon were chatting animatedly when the ruckus came up. They ceased talking when clattering and shouts of disproval were heard. Then their door slid open and a pale face glanced in. The two stared. A pale handsome boy that looked around 17 or 18 with dark should-length hair and dark hazel eyes scanned the compartment. He wore a tight black shirt and a pair of tight black jeans. On his right wrist was a black leather wrist-band.
"Do you need anything?" Saphira asked politely at the handsome stranger.
The man, or boy, just flashed a charming smile. "Ah, yes…..I'm looking for a friend of mine. His name is Thorn Burnonson…..You haven't seen him have you? He has red hair and is very tall." The man explained.
"Sorry, we haven't seen hi-"
"Was he wearing a red shirt and a pair of dark jeans?" Eragon asked, effectively cutting off his friend. Intense dark eyes were trained unto him now. Eragon looked him square in the eye without wavering. He dealt with Carvahall's crabby Sloan and his fiery glares every day; he could deal with a pair of piercing black eyes. The stranger looked a bit taken back at Eragon's fearlessness, but he just smiled a charismatic smile.
"Actually, yes he was. Have you seen him?" the stranger asked.
"Yeah, he was in the fifth section of the train, the third compartment to the right and he looked ready to chew the head off of a guy with white hair with a diamond-stud earring on his left ear," Eragon recited, ignoring the strange look he was getting from both Saphira and the stranger. He held up a hand. "Eragon Rider." The stranger looked stunned for a moment but he shook of the shock off easily and accepted the hand.
"Murtagh Morzonson," he smirked. Then he looked at Saphira. "And you are?" A delicate black eyebrow rose up.
"Saphira Drake," she said simply.
"Now, mind telling me where he was again?" Murtagh asked.
"I think it's easier for me to show you the way. It looked like your friend was going to chew out the white haired one for a while, and the last thing I want to do is walk in a fight without a human shield," Eragon said dryly standing up. Murtagh snorted but grinned none-the-less.
"I'm going too!" Saphira piqued up. With that, the trio headed for the fifth section of the train, the third compartment to the right. They exchanged pleasantries. Eragon learned that Murtagh was also a student at Alagaesia, but beyond that, zilch. It was as if he kept a thick wall between him and others. Sure, he was nice and all, but he seemed cautious, almost as if he was guarding himself against the world.
"So, who were you looking for again?" Eragon asked casually as they reached the fourth section of the train. They were almost there.
"Thorn, Thorn Burnonson. A new friend of mine. Just met him, but he knows a lot about me," Murtagh said, amazement and relief in his voice. "He learned more about me in just a matter of hours than people I've known for years."
"I know how you fell," Eragon said wirily glancing at Saphira.
"Hey, it was your idea to tell me about that time you tripped when you were just about to snag that wounded doe!" Saphira said defensively. Eragon flushed red when he noticed Murtagh twitching.
"Saphira!" Eragon hissed. "That was private!" Murtagh started laughing. Eragon shot a glare at him. "And it's not funny!"
"Has anyone told you that you're adorable when you're angry?" Murtagh chuckled out.
"I'M NOT ADORABLE WHEN I'M ANGRY!" Eragon exclaimed, angry at his new acquaintance. Saphira was snickering in the background.
"Actually, I got there first," Saphira commented dryly. "If you think this is cute, you should see him when he's pouting." Eragon could feel the heat of blood flooding into his face. He shot a dirty look at Saphira and then at Murtagh when he started laughing loudly again.
"Man, how did you manage that?" Murtagh snickered.
"He said that his poor head hurt when he tried to argue with me," Saphira said calmly ignoring the glare that was sent toward her. "He started pouting a storm, sulking along the way. He's going to be hit on by both genders if he starts that again." The two tormentors started laughing.
"Maybe I can give it a whirl," Murtagh said more to himself, rubbing his smooth chin, deep in thought.
"Don't even try, bastard," Eragon spat out.
Murtagh mocked hurt. "Did you just cuss out at me Eragon?! Oh, you wound me so!" Murtagh said dramatically, sarcasm dripping in his every word. Eragon gritted his teeth and stomped toward the fifth section of the train in a huff.
"Stupid, ego-listic, bastard," Eragon repeated, grumbling fiercely as he finally reached the fifth section. He sighed in relief. Soon he could leave, chew out Saphira for telling Murtagh all those stuff about him, and not be teased so mercilessly. Saphira and Murtagh were hitting off quite fine and snickering about his misfortune. Why oh why did he always attract the weird ones?!
"Hurry up," Eragon grumbled over his shoulders to the two, "you need to find this Thorn guy don't you?" It came out sharper than he expected, but Eragon wasn't one who liked to be teased and have his pride bent.
Murtagh's POV
He really was adorable. The moment Eragon looked him dead-on in the eye was the moment Murtagh started to like him. And later on while he started to talk and fool around with the kid, he was drawn in. Eragon was a like him, stubborn and brash. Not to mention the fact he was just out-right adorable.
Don't get him wrong. Eragon was no pretty boy. He was in shape and his impressive physique proved that. No, it was more like how naïve and innocent he was. Not to mention the fact he was gorgeous! He held noble feature. Thin nose, strangely unscarred, unmarred, and blemish free glowing alabaster skin, silky brown, almost fair, hair. His eyes were slanted, but large, and a warm chocolate brown. His sharp ear-trips only sharpened his features. If it wasn't for the fact Eragon was standing in front of him, living and breathing, Murtagh would've thought no one in the world looked so…..beautiful.
Oh yes, he had fallen hard for the image of an angel with innocent melted chocolate eyes and that adorable pout. It was no lie that Murtagh was bisexual, many people in Alagaesia knew that, but they didn't dare offend him. For one thing, he was popular. He had no idea why, he was cold, trusted the person next to him as far as they could throw him, which was impossible since he didn't let anyone touch him, and a down right prick at times. For another, others feared him. They feared him for who he was and…..who his father was.
I sighed in slight frustration. Saphira looked at me and I just shot a smile, indicating to her that I was ok. Nodding, she followed after the steaming boy. He let out a quieter sigh of relief. He had to watch out for Saphira. She was perceptive, and smart. Not to mention the fact that she looked possessive of her new friend. If he wanted to pursue Eragon, he needed to get through his bodyguard, Saphira.
'This school year is definitely going to be fun,' I thought smirking while following his two new acquaintances.
Normal POV
Eragon took a step. 'Stupid Saphira.' Another step, he was almost there. 'Murtagh that bastard!' He was almost to the third compartment. He could hear a deep voice, scuffling, and shouts. 'Yes!' he thought victoriously. The one named Thorn was still there. That meant that as soon as Murtagh found him, Eragon could leave. There was so much teasing a young boy of 15 could take!
Eragon spun around so he could talk to Murtagh.
"Well Murtagh, here's your stop," Eragon said calmly. "Now, Saphira and I will get going…." He trailed off and was about to make a grab for Saphira while running off, but Fate seemed to like ruining his life. Murtagh grabbed his arm, grinning like madman. Damn.
"Don't be so cold Eragon! Saphira and I were just joking around! How about I introduce you to Thorn, and I have a good feeling I know the white-haired one as well," Murtagh asked still grinning. Eragon debated the pros and con in his head.
He was curious to know who had wormed his way through Murtagh's walls so quickly, and he didn't really get a good look at the red-head when he passed through the third compartment, looking for an unused bathroom stall. Still, it meant Murtagh and Saphira might start teasing him again. In the end, his insatiable curiosity won, again. A sigh escaped his lips. His logical mind said that he would soon regret this, but then when did he ever listen to logic?
"Fine," he accepted grudgingly. He would soon regret and rejoice at his decision.
Murtagh flashed a smile, and oddly Eragon's stomach did a small flip. He frowned, and shook off the feeling. 'What was that for?' Eragon thought, his face in a scowl. He then noticed that Murtagh and Saphira had already entered the compartment and the noise had become silent when he had been in thought. So, Eragon took a breath, steeled himself, and stepped in. The site that greeted him made him choke.
And not in a good way.
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……This chapter is now done. The rest below will just be notes and other stuff explaining some of the OCs that will appear in the story later on. I know that the chapter title says Bastard, and Dragons, and Crushes Oh My! But I ran out of ideas of how to introduce these characters, so…..I'm sorry flyingxdragonx123! I'll try to update later…….
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JUST KIDDING! NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Don't worry, this chappie isn't done yet!
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Murtagh was on top of a red-head, Thorn he remembered but it was a very small thought. The white-head was on top of Murtagh, oblivious to the new occupant in the compartment. Saphira was shaking and Eragon wondered if she was shaking in fear or disgust. He vaguely remembered his cheeks heating so rapidly he wondered if he had a fever. It was a very….suggestive position. Murtagh's arms were on both side of Thorn's head and a….ahem knee between Thorn's legs. All three looked dazed. Then, Murtagh noticed Eragon.
"Hey Eragon," he said sheepishly. The white head and Thorn noticed him as well.
"Hey," Eragon replied weakly and all of a sudden he felt dizzy. "Um…..anyone care to tell me what's going on?"
"I would, if Murtagh here and Cain get off of me," Thorn rumbled, his voice deep.
The white-head, Cain, jumped off of Murtagh and Thorn, as if they were a pair of venomous snakes. He also shot a glare at the two. Then he turned to Eragon and a storm of explanations left his mouth.
"Eragon, right? I'm Cain Avarice, and before you make any assumptions, I have perfectly straight. If you want proof I have a perfectly wonderful girlfriend. I could tell you her name, age, the exact time she was born, her birthday, the day, hour, and minute I met her," Cain spouted rapidly. Eragon blinked, trying to decipher what the hell had happened.
"Ok?" he said, more like asked, in a one word. Yes, one word answers, more like questions, were easy. Nice and easy. Yes, it was easy and….WHAT THE HELL HAD HAPPENED?! He was still spazzing when Murtagh untangled himself from Thorn and Saphira was shaking even more. But…. Eragon stopped spazzing enough to rush to his friend's side, trying to get the disturbing from his head.
"Saph, you ok?" Eragon asked, concerned for his young friend's virgin mind. She was still shaking. "Hey, I know it was…." Eragon had trouble trying to finish the sentence. "…Disturbing. Ok, it was hell out looked wrong, but it's nothing to be traumatized by and-" he stopped talking when a peal of laughter escaped pink lips.
'Huh?' Eragon thought, confused of why his friend was laughing so hysterically. It looked like she was laughing normally and her laugh didn't hold even a hint of insane hysteria. So, why was she laughing?
"Saphira, you ok?" Eragon asked, shaking her to emphasize his concern. He then shot his attention to someone else. "Murtagh, what the hell happened here?!"
Murtagh slid his hand through his silky hair. "Well…."
FLASHback
"Hey Thorn, Nasuada was wondering- ACK!" Murtagh chocked out as a rather large shoe was thrown at his face. He stumbled toward the two fighting figures. Cain had another shoe in his hand, so he was the shoe murderer!...ok random, but what the hell! That was when Saphira entered.
"Murtagh, I'm coming in!" Saphira called out and she stepped in. She didn't notice the shoe on the ground until she tripped and stumbled unto Cain.
Cain had not expected a 12 year-old girl to stumble upon him, and the fact that Murtagh somehow managed to get between him and Thorn did not help. It did not help one bit. Because he landed right unto Murtagh, and that effectively made Murtagh land on top of Thorn. Saphira witnessed this all and she tried her best to stifle her laughter which effectively caused her to start shaking. That was when Eragon entered.
The three males that were tangled together didn't notice, but Saphira did. So when Eragon started to spazz, Saphira just tried to stifle her laughter even more, knowing certain males' egos would be hurt. So when Eragon approached her, thinking she was mentally traumatized, ha as if, Saphira couldn't hold in her laughter any longer. She started laughing out right.
preSENT
"Oh, so that's what happened," Cain said. Everyone looked at him. "What, I didn't know why the girl was laughing either!"
"So this wasn't some twisted friend threesome thing that Saphira had the displeasure to witness," Eragon said cautiously, ready to bolt with Saphira if the three started to do something equally traumatizing.
"Nope," the three said in unison. Eragon sighed in relief. It was when he was calm that he noticed the two strangers.
Thorn was tall, almost like a giant! In fact he easily towered over everyone in the compartment! Shocking wine-red hair, messed up from the scuffle, was cut short. Honey, almost golden, eyes were large but slanted like a cat's, showed humor. He was also bulky and muscles rippled from his tight red shirt. Eragon gulped slightly. Thorn was someone no one wanted to mess with, that was for sure. When he noticed he was being scanned by Eragon, Thorn shot a toothy smile, his canine and eye-teeth sharper and a bit longer, just like fangs.
'He's like a dragon, a great big red dragon,' Eragon thought idly. Then he turned his attention to Cain.
Cain Avarice, what a strange name. But then again, he was surrounded by people named Murtagh, Thorn, Saphira, and then his own name, Eragon. Cain was lanky but muscled, judging by the defined stomach and abs that shown through the tight black muscle shirt he wore, and held a cat-like grace. He had shocking layered white hair, bleached or not Eragon didn't know, that was straight and went just a little past his shoulders; it was tied into a ponytail by a clear elastic. Green eyes peaked under straight layered bangs, lazy but calculating. He then yawned and Eragon could see pointed canine teeth. Really, what was up with people and sharp teeth? Saphira had sharp canine and eye-teeth and so did Thorn, and then there was Cain.
'Why is it that I always attract the weird ones,' Eragon groaned mentally.
"Hey, I haven't introduced myself properly," Eragon said politely. "I'm Eragon Rider." He held out a hand and Thorn and Cain shook it.
"Thorn Burnonson," the red-head said simply. He didn't go farther. It seemed like he was the silent type.
"Cain Avarice, it's nice to meet you Eragon," Cain said a grin that showed his sharp fang-like canine-teeth on his face. "And I hope that I get to know you better later on. I gave you a bad impression for myself, huh?"
"Sorta, but you seem like a nice person, so I'm no too worried," Eragon emphasized the too.
"Too?" Cain asked.
"Eragon here is like a magnet to weird people," Saphira explained.
"That explains it," Cain shrugged. "And you are?"
"Saphira Drake, fly extraordinaire!" Saphira said cheekily.
"Nice to meet you Saphira,' Cain chuckled. Thorn looked at Saphira interestedly.
'A crush?' Eragon thought, looking at Thorn. If he wanted a relationship with Saphira, he had to get his approval. 'I have to keep an eye on Thorn'
"Where are you two going?" Eragon blurted out bluntly. Cain and Thorn stared at him, but Eragon remained calm. If these two, especially Thorn, was going to befriend him, they should probably get used to his abundance amount of questions.
"Going to interrogate them too Eragon?" Murtagh grinned out. Eragon shot the bastard a nasty glare. Both Thorn and Cain looked taken back by Eragon's hostility but he ignored them.
"I'm just going to ask a few questions," Eragon gritted out.
"Liar," Murtagh snorted. "You asked so many questions, I wondered how you kept them all in your head!"
"Murtagh," Eragon growled out.
"Yes Eragon," a cocky smirk was on his lips.
"Shut the hell up before I decide to punch your face in," he snarled.
Murtagh snorted again and he was grinning like a mad-man again. Eragon shot another glare before he turned his attention to the shocked pair. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, mumbling incoherent things under his breathe. But Murtagh swore that he heard a "….Why must I attract the weird ones again?" from him. Murtagh snickered, his hand covering his mouth to stifle the noise. He didn't want poor harassed Eragon to be all flustered now did he?
"Care to tell me gentlemen, what your esteem destination is and I would like it if you would kindly close your abysmal mouths," Eragon said dryly, watching humorously as the two males closed their mouths at the same time.
"Alagaesia," they said in unison. Eragon blinked for the umpteenth time that day. Was it just him, or did a lot of people he met were bent-set on gong to Algaesia?
"What a strange coincidence, me and Saphira are going there two," Eragon said, though more to himself than the others.
"Really?" Thorn's interest was sparked. "What division?"
"Huh?" was the smart answer of our dear genius Eragon.
"Thorn meant what grade," Cain explained.
"Oh, 9th grade, both for Saph and me," Eragon told them.
Thorn and Cain stared at a calm Saphira. "You're going to the high division?" Thorn whistled, impressed.
"Yup, got a problem with that?" Eragon said defending his female friend if he had to.
"Naw, I just think that's awesome! We could get to know each other later on," Thorn said smiling now. "Oh yea, Cain and I are in the 10th grade, two years younger than dear Murtagh there, but looks like I'll be your seniors newbies."
Eragon looked at Cain. "Do you have a problem with Saphira going to the high school division?"
"No, I'm completely fine with it. I think if people are smart enough and mature enough for high school then they should go for it," Cain said smiling kindly.
Eragon noticeably calmed down. The three others males noticed how calm he became when Saphira was out of danger of any sorts.
"Hey, squirt, your not dating Saphira there are you?" Thorn asked casually, waiting for a response.
The two friends looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter. Even Murtagh chuckled.
"What's so funny," Thorn demanded, not enjoying being laughed at.
"Eragon and me? Together? That's like pairing a horse with a dog!" Saphira explained between bouts of laughter. "No, no…..Eragon and I are just close friends, nothing more." She still continued laughing.
"We're just close, and we definitely don't see each other in a romantic sense. That would be like dating your own sister, or a female counter-part of you," Eragon explained, slightly more calmer than his friend/
"So you've known each other for a long time?" Cain asked, curious how long they've known each other to become so close.
"Nope," Saphira snorted in an unlady-like fashion. "We've only known each other for 5 hours."
"Actually 5hours, 33 minutes, and roughly around 45 seconds," Eragon calculated. "If my internal clock is set right that is. I haven't glanced at a clock for at least a day now."
This time Cain whistled in admiration. "Your pretty good with you numbers kid. I know seniors who couldn't remember the time as well as you."
Eragon blushed. "I'm not that smart. Saph is much smarter than me! She likes to read psychology books in her spare time!"
"Hey, at least I don't consider Uncle Tom's Cabin light reading!" Saphira defended.
"Saphira, you had a stash of crime and psychology books that you somehow strapped to your back. There were at least six of them, and the weighed roughly around 15.5 lbs! You're going to end up with scoliosis like that," Eragon scowled, looking every inch like a mother-hen.
Saphira and the others cracked up. Eragon sputtered out in embarrassment, telling them to stop laughing. It just made them laugh harder. Eragon was about to pout, but cut himself in time. His horror-stricken face just made the four howl even louder.
"Would you stop laughing?!" Eragon growled loudly over the roars of laughter. They didn't stop. Saphira was leaning against the cushioned seats, her sides aching from all the laughter. Thorn was on the floor pounding his fists. Even Murtagh had no control over his chuckles.
"It's not THAT funny!" Eragon shouted. They were getting louder by the minute.
"What in the world is going on here?" the four ceased laughing, but Eragon still continued to fume. He snapped his head back, ready to chew out the person. Only, he froze in amazement. Standing there was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"Hey Miss. Elve," Thorn said respectfully, bowing slightly. Cain, even Murtagh, bowed as well, greeting the stunning women. Miss. Elve turned her attention to Eragon and Saphira.
"Who may you two be?" she asked, her tone sharp but polite.
Eragon was too speech-less, so Saphira answered for the two of them. "Saphira Drake and Eragon Rider ma'am."
She nodded in their direction and faced the five them. "I prefer it if you five calmed downed. Students and teachers alike along with other passengers were starting to get annoyed with the noise you were causing. Make sure you do not make the same mistake, understood?" Flashing green eyes scanned them warningly. When they stopped at Eragon, since he was at the end, he froze up, his stomach doing flips and a searing feeling coursed through his veins. His mind shut down and he could feel his mouth going dry.
"…..Is that clear Mr. Rider?" that clear sharp voice pierced through his foggy mind and his attention snapped back. Slanted but large eyes that were shaped so much like his stared at him, expecting an answer, and it looked like no was not an option.
"Yes ma'am," he winced when his answer came out so meek and breathy. Still, the young woman looked satisfied, and with that she took her leave. Eragon nearly collapsed when she left. He was surprised to feel so, floaty, as if he was suspended by a big fluffy cloud and wasn't coming down any soon. He was so distracted he couldn't see or feel two pairs of eyes looking at him.
"Who," he started his voice dreamy, "was she?"
Cain chuckled in amusement, but it was soft. "That dear Eragon was Arya Elve, high school teacher aid at Alagaesia. She has more than half the male population under her belt. Quite the looker huh?"
A dumbfounded nod was all Eragon could manage. Cain chuckled again. Eragon didn't pay attention. All he could remember was sun-kissed smooth satin skin, lustrous raven silk hair tightly bound tight, the thin nose, naturally wine-stained pouty lips, and large but slanted boring emerald eyes that shined. Not too mention her slim curvy body. A warm fuzzy feeling was all he could feel.
"Looks like someone has quite the crush," Thorn whispered to Saphira, quite amused.
"Crush? It looked like someone dropped him with a ten ton rock that he somehow missed by a miracle," Saphira whispered back, her keen eyes on Eragon.
"You could put it that was as well," Thorn grinned.
Eragon was lost in the feelings of a blooming love. So lost he didn't notice the pair of dark hazel eyes staring at him so intensely. It looked like Eragon wasn't the only with a crush.
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Ten- I'M DONE!! ZOMG I FINALLY FINISHED THE SECOND CHAPTER! Man, this thing I like around 12 or 13 pages in Microsoft Word! Whooo for mee!! Squeeeeee .. I would like to thank flyingxdragonx123 for being my very first reviewer! Thank you oh so much!! And I'm glad that you don't think I'm a ego-listic hypocrite!! That makes me happy! Well, I don't know when I'll update, sooner or later, though it's most likely later. I'm too addicted to procrastinating sometimes! And about the OC, Cain. He met Murtagh at a young age. He met Thorn at the same time Murtagh did. Thorn and Cain was fighting about whose shoes were more cooler, hence why Cain had a shoe in his hand.
And about the division thing for Alagaesia? Alagaesia is a school isolated from normal society and accepts from grades K all the way to college. There are separate buildings for each grade and separate dorm areas. You may pay a visit to local towns around the area. You get holidays off, and there isn't a bed time. The gates to the village are open at all times, but after two am, students 17 and younger must carry a note or excuse of why they are out so late. You may visit your family and friends and relatives are free to come into school grounds, if they aren't banned from it. If you are smart enough for a higher grade level you take a test to get in. Saphira took this test, and of course, passed. You don't have to wear a uniform of course. Lethal weapons, illegal substances, and illegal drugs are not allowed unless you have a doctor's note for some things: marijuana and such. That pretty much bundles it up.