Love knows no boundaries. That's for sure. The only thing that is is that love can make everything worse. And what's worse then liking someone when things are doomed to not work. Here are some sticky situations the people from Eragon have gotten into.

I don't own Eragon; just these stick situations of the heart I am so mean to put them in.

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#1 Murtagh song: You're Beautiful by James Blunt

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How he missed her rosy lips. Her curvy figure. Her copper hair. He had never actually known her, all her knew was that she was bound to be wed to his cousin. A bitter taste came to his lips.

His brother just had to come and ruin it for him, didn't he? He had to come rescue the maiden whom had stolen his heart didn't he? Murtagh pounded his fist against the wall. When ever he had something, his brother had to ruin it. He'd be the one who worked for it, and Eragon would get the glory. He wanted to scream.

You're so beautiful, but I'll never be with you. He thought. I'd be lucky to be in the same room with you. He sighed and returned to cleaning Thorn and Shruikan's scales.

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# 2 Murtagh song: Pretty Rave Girl

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At the mention of that name, he remembered the short crush he'd had on her.

Flashback.

Murtagh sat in the small study. He was bound to here till the Varden trusted him. He thought over everyone he'd met. All the friends he made. He did not deserve them. Especially Arya.

The thought of her name alone sent shivers down his spine. There was something between her beauty, and her ability to see the best in people that made him like her. She was strong but not cocky. She was firm, yet flexible. Everything about her either intimidated him or attracted him.

Suddenly there came a soft knock at the door. Murtagh didn't answer, for he knew they would come in no matter what. The door opened slowly to reveal a goddess. Her skin was black as coal and her eyes were a sharp green.

"Murtagh?" She asked. Her voice was sweet and rich.

"Ya, who are you?" he replied, slightly dumbstruck.

"Nasuada." She answered. Her chocolate lips curved to a smile…