Judgement day
The next day, the whole city shook with the marching footsteps of the empire's army. Women were weeping as their men left for war as they were sure they probably wouldn't ever see them again. Murtagh watched on, and to his horror realised Galbatorix was amongst the men.
'They cannot lose, anyone who stands in their way shall be defeated. He is too powerful Thorn.' Murtagh said in dismay.
'Unless...' tinkered Thorn.
'Unless What?'
'Shruikan is un-protected. With the King being so far away all of his wards will diminish and leave Shruikan vulnerable. I bet with our power and the eldunari that we have, you and I could defeat his dragon.'
'Are you serious?' Murtagh looked at Thorn's face bearing his brilliantly white fangs. 'You are serious! You'll get us killed!'
'At least we'll die in war and be free of this curse.'
'But you are one of the last few of a dying race and you expect me to risk your life.'
'But were going to be killing a dragon, why not me too?'
'Because you don't deserve to die, you are a good dragon, that dragon isn't.'
'Exactly, Shruikan deserves to die!'
'I need to think about this' Murtagh scowled.
'Well don't take too long, I'm going to hunt!'. With that Thorn flew off.