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Chapter two: The Pain of Love

Eragon struggled to his feet to see a young man of the far side of a fire.

The stranger, dressed in battered clothes, exuded a calm, assured air, but Eragon could tell there was a deep saddens within him. In his hand was a bow, at his side a long hand-and-a- half sword, and the hilt of a dagger protruded from his boot.

His serious, handsome face was framed by locks of brown hair. He appeared to be a few years older than Eragon, who was sixteen, and an inch or so taller. The stranger stared distraught into the distance.

"W-who are y-you" Eragon spoke while taking shallow breaths. The man's hand tightened on his bow.

"Murtagh" His voice was low and controlled, but hinted a slight crack, as if he was ready to break down at any time.

"Why did you help us?" Eragon's mind began to fight the poison of the Ra'zac. He began to remember the arrows that attacked the Ra'zac before they stabbed his companion Brom and kicked him in the side. Murtagh smirked and let out a slight grunt

"You're not the only enemies the Ra'zac have. I was tracking them" Eragon freed his hands from the ropes that bound them.

"I…I would have freed you, but she wouldn't let me" he nodded towards Saphira. Eragon nodded his head.

"So, you know… who they are? The Ra'zac?" Murtagh's smile faded. "Yes."

Catalina's screams of pain were heard throughout the Urgal encampment. But no one, except Durza and the Urgals, could hear her. They were in the middle of the Beor Mountains over thirty leagues away from Tarnag, the Dwarf City.

After a day of excruciating torture, Durza healed all her wounds and chained her to a wooden slab.

"Don't want you to die on me" he hissed.

She spat on him "Drajl!" Her comprehension of Urgal tongue was growing. He slowly wiped it off and slapped her across the face. He then grabbed her delicate chin.

"I am no more a spawn of maggots than you seithr!" She let out a slight chuckle

"You must be speaking of my father. In due time Durza, I. Will. Kill. You" He put his hand over her head. "Slytha!" She instantly fell asleep.

As he walked away, he looked over her shoulder to see her sleeping form "In due time, dear Catalina, I will kill you!"

Days upon days of torture. Everyday she was on the brink of death, and everyday he healed her. Catalina's love for Murtagh began to dwindle. Whenever Durza gave her water, poisoned no doubt, she would muster up enough strength to scry him. You could imagine her fury at the sight of her missing lover laughing and having fun while she was to endure everlasting torture at the hands of a malevolent shade.

One day, Durza didn't show up to "Play" as he called it.

'Maybe one of his spells killed his stupid...' Catalina's thoughts were interrupted by movement outside her cell. After sitting there, wrists chaffed from working on the chains, an unnaturally large Urgal appeared.

'Kull. I should have known.' She tried to clear her mind to think of a spell.

'I bet he poisoned the food too. I can't seem to think of a single spell.' The Kull unchained her and slung her over his broad shoulder. His stench made her gag and his vile features repulsed her.

"Where are you taking me?!" She screamed. She pounded on his grotesque back and kicked her legs in the air.

"…" No answer. After putting up with her struggling for several minutes, he set her down and hit her over the head with his club. She went limp in his arms.

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"I CAN'T GO TO THE VARDEN!" Screamed Murtagh. He and Eragon were deep in the Beor Mountains, running from approaching Kull.

"What do you have against them! Unless you'd rather die, we must go to the Varden. Don't let me walk into their arms without knowing how they will react to you." Murtagh finally looked at him. He seemed like a cornered wolf.

He paused, then said in a tortured voice, "I…I am the son of Morzan, first and last of the Forsworn. Killer of the last dragon riders." Eragon felt so many emotions overcome him.

"Y-you are his heir?" He asked. "I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS!" Cried Murtagh. He desperately ripped off his tunic and shirt to expose his tanned muscled skin.

"Look!" He pleaded turning his back to Eragon. There was a knotted white scar stretching from his shoulder to his left hip.

"This is the only thing Morzan left for me! I was only three when he threw the sword you now carry at me in a drunken rage."

As Murtagh yelled, Saphira flew over head.

"ERAGON! THEY ARE COM- LOOK OUT ONE IS COMING YOUR WAY! ERAGON! HE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!"

Suddenly a Kull ran out of the bushes carrying a girl. Murtagh stopped and looked at them in disbelief and ran towards the Kull. He then pulled out his sword and stabbed the Kull in sadistic anger. He then picked up the girl and held her in his arms. He turned towards Eragon, tears in his eyes.

"Catalina!" He managed to say.

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