Durza pushed the skewered elf off his sword and she fell, face first, onto the muddy ground below. He kicked her onto her back and smirked, "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."
He had begun by toying with her in their duel before realising that she very nearly matched him, magically and physically. It disturbed him that this young elf girl had almost destroyed him. She was indeed young, even by human years. This he knew. Her fiery, green eyes ghosted through his mind and he was certain. This elfling did not have hundreds of years of knowledge shining in her eyes and her very being had glowed with youth, where now she lay sickly and dying before him.
Still, Galbatorix would not be pleased if he did not return with a prisoner at least. He had willingly bound himself to the wicked king and, for the most part, enjoyed following his orders and raining death and destruction upon the peoples of Alagaesia.
Durza knelt and examined her cruel wound, "Waise Heill." He concentrated on healing her lungs, leaving the remainder of the wound to heal painfully. This elf was not worth tiring himself overly, after all. He lifted her up by the waist and tilted her head forward before forcing her to expel all the blood from her lungs. He couldn't have her choking to death on the ride home, after all. No, that wouldn't do.
The elfling coughed weakly and whimpered pitifully in her unconscious state. Durza sneered and placed a spell on her that would not allow the elf to wake. He ordered the dim-witted creatures, the Urgals, to return to Uru'baen on foot before mounting the Lethrblaka that had accompanied him thus far.
Durza smirked down at the elfling in his arms as they flew southwest. He looked forward to the impending torture that Galbatorix would surely sentence this elf to.
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"Elves never give away their secrets against their will. She would sooner die than allow you access to her mind," Galbatorix informed him in a bored tone after he managed to get past the fact that his precious egg had not been returned.
Durza cursed. Damn elves and their damn secrets! "I will find a way," he insisted, mentally cataloguing his favourite methods of torture.
"No. I have a better idea," Galbatorix gave his Shade a superior smirk, "You will make her fall in love with you."
"What?! An elf fall in love with ME?! Are you mad?!" Durza exclaimed, caught completely off-guard.
Galbatorix gave him a cold glare, "My sanity is not for you to question, Durza."
"Of course, my lord," Durza mumbled and bowed his head in apology, all the while holding back a sneer. "But why not make her fall in love with you? You, at least, are still human and the elves detest my kind."
"I haven't the patience for such a task, Durza," Galbatorix seemed utterly bored once more, "Now go and do my bidding." He waved Durza away.
Durza bowed and left, all the while fuming. No torture? Galbatorix's bidding? LOVE?! This day was just getting worse and worse. To make his foul mood even worse, he made it halfway up the corridor before he realised he knew nothing of love. DAMNIT!!