MURTAGH/OC & ERAGON/ARYA

Summary: This is about an fallen angel that was kicked out heaven for going to Alagaesia and interfered (Helped) with the Dragon riders. She helped them to plot against the king. Now many years later, she's hiding away in a small village disguised as a Healer. Brom asks her to help him with a very unexperienced blue rider.

A/N: I only own the OC characters, not the ones that Christopher created. This is my first story on but I'm also on quizilla.

Old wings and torn dresses

Chapter 1 – Journey to Furnost

"Why are we going there?" Eragon asked, he was some new-found rider Brom had discovered in Carvahall, he rode a strong blue dragon named, Saphira. To Alagaesia's own bad luck, Eragon is very unexperienced.

"I'm trying to find an old friend of mine," Brom said getting quite aggravated. Brom sat by the camp fire cooking a deer they had found lying on his practically dead anyway. Eragon stood leaning against Saphira's large body looking at a section of a map called Furnost that was circled with old black ink.

"Who is it?" Eragon's curiosity was enough to put the calmest Elve in a bad mood. Eragon folded up the map and sat on the opposite side of the fire to Brom as Brom repiled

"A woman," He said flatly as he stirred bits of broken meat in a pot above the fire, along with vegetables and water that turned a soft brown looking colour from the spices he had added to the stew.

"ooh, do you love her?" Eragon eyebrows raised with a grin on his face, God he's so stupid, Brom thought.

"You know, A man can know a woman without loving her. And yes I do-" Eragon's grin went wider and he held his breath waiting for more information "-as a sister," Eragon groaned loudly, not only because he just made a complete fool of himself, in front of Brom and Saphira. He also groaned because he would have to put up with another Brom, but this time a woman, even worse. Eragon thought women were confusing and not worth the time.

Furnost, unfortunately was near Uru'baen, so the trio had to be extra careful. "Is she going to help us?"

"Yes, let's just say she knows these lands -and beyond- more then she knows herself," Brom then handed Eragon some stew in a wooden bowl, and he got some for himself and while they eat in silence , Saphira started to the flap her wings and she darted in the sky. Saphira, where are you going?

Eragon thought his dragon all a bit urgently and she replied, hunting, don't get so worried Eragon, I'm not abandoning you, little one.

Oh. Saphira felt an emotion of embarrassment, which made her chuckle to herself as she flew between trees, Eragon felt embarrassed yet again for thinking the wrong the thing. Eragon's eye shifted towards Brom's saddle-bags. There was a sword hilt sticking out of one of the compartments and the wrapping had gone from the hilt. It was not Zar'roc, because Zar'roc was on floor next to Brom, ready to use when danger striked.

The unknown sword looked strange to Eragon, the pommel was silver, not gold, and had what looks like a purple diamond placed within it, the grip was wrapped tightly with dark purple fabric for maximum grip, and also the cross-guard was silver, the cross-guard was shaped as a dragons head at either end, and the cross-guard was detailed fully and finely so the silver looked like silver dragon scales.

Brom noticed what Eragon was looking at. The wind blew and more of the woolen-wrapping fell that revealed about two inches of a silver sword, the sword was engraved with white patterns, Eragon looked at the revealed blade and noticed that it wasn't patterns, but symbols.

Brom took out his pipe and filled it with good Carvahall Tabac and lit it. Without even looking at Eragon or the strange sword Brom said looking deeply in to the flames and the thick dark gray clouds of smoke rise towards the stars, Brom spoke as if the movements from the fire and smoke told him to say,

"Those symbols, Eragon" Eragon's mind was snapped away from the sword as Brom spoke, and Eragon listening intently, hoping that Brom would teach him of why the strange was hidden away, and was only shone by chance, or maybe the wind wanted to. "The symbols belong to a dead language," Eragon became even more interested, more of the ancient language perhaps? "Long dead that all have forgotten, a language even older then the ancient language,"

Eragon became confused "But why would such an old language be written on a sword that looks like it was forged last week?" It was true, the hilt and the blade was so clean, it glistened from moon and star light.

"Because the sword is nearly as old as the language," Brom said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That blade has seen so much blood. And caused most of it-" Eragon cut him off before he could finish,

"But the sword looks as if it belongs on show!" Eragon protested

"Are you going to let me finish or are you just going to keep interrupting?" Brom said, tin that tone was he always used, like the one he used when Eragon asked what he did to light the fire about two weeks before. Eragon kept his mouth shut as Brom continued "As I was saying-" He interrupted again by the sound of Saphiras wings blowing and the strong winds caused by them blowing the blankets and light stuff around camp and almost putting out the campfire. Brom looked fed up and raised to hands in line with his chest and looked to sky in defeat and half shouted "Any more!?" Saphira had a dead bear in her claws and she placed it on the floor after she landed gracefully behind Eragon, Sorry... Saphira thought to Eragon and Eragon mentioned

"She says sorry," Eragon had a amused tone splattered all over the serious one. Saphira started to rip in the bears flesh, she didn't care if she ate light brown fur along with her meat. After a few seconds of Brom glaring at Saphira, which she didn't care or notice, And Eragon found it quite amusing.

So Brom continued

"That sword was created in a time only remembered in dust-covered books that you can find in the deep shadowed corners of the oldest library. The swords latest name is in the ancient language, which was given to the sword by a gray rider named Galathil. The name it has now, which is Aiedail" Eragon mouthed the swords name "Before it was something of this dead language, I don't know it. It was yielded by a hero named, Melantha, A powerful woman, known for for ideas, skills and adventures. They say she created that sword with her bare hands, but the diamond wasn't placed in to it until Galathil went to war against the empire along with the other Varden and many other Riders. Now it's late, get some sleep," he sighed and Eragon got up and and Brom motioned him and give him the now dirty bowl, so Eragon did and placed his blanket rolls by the fire and crawled into them, Brom just sat there watching the wind blow the fire and smoke into cool smooth motions, Eragon flew asleep, when Saphira finished with her meal of a whole bear, she disposed the skeleton of the creature of the other side of the river by a small cave.

…...Furnost.....

Furnost was a small village, smaller then Carvahall for sure. When Brom and Eragon got to the front gates they were stoped by two guards dressed in a uniform not of the empire, their helmets looked like bells but with a section cut out for their faces, they both carried their helmets under their silver-armored arms, they both wore the full pack of silver armor, but was missing the armored legs and big metal boots, instead they wore normal brown farmer breeches and thick leather traveling boots. Both had two swords each, one either side of their hips, their armor was battered as if hit with a hammer several times, along with their shields that looked like it was made the same shape as a wine glass, only larger, both shields had gold rearing lion in it wearing a crown made of thorn branches which was decorated by red roses, the teeth and claws of the beast was also, like the roses upon the crown.

The shield as well was battered, they were both the size of the heavy built men chests, both shields leaned against the mens legs, one had a arrow threw it, the colours of the fletchings were the colours of an Urgals arrow

They both had spear-pointed lances and when Brom and Eragon came near, the once straight lances went together in a cross so the two mounted couldn't pass. The lances were long, came to about the height of Brom head while he was mounted on Snowfire. One the soldiers spoke in a tight storng voice "State your business!" the one who spoke look up to Brom and other look up to Eragon, they both came to Eragon shoulders while he was mounted, wow big men...

Brom replied "We are enemies of the empire, you have nothing to fear," Eragon looked at him as if he was crazy and out of his mind. Brom nodded his head towards Eragon. And Eragons eyes wided in shock as the one who spoke took two long strides towards him, the other one took a step side-ways so he stood in the middle of entrance with lance straight up in the air. The soldier that walked to Eragon roughly grabbed Eragon's left hand and removed the fingerless glove and stared in awe at the gedwey ignasia on his palm.

Saphira darted out of the surrounding forest with teeth barred as she flew towards to her rider. The two soldiers dropped their lances and unsheathed their swords -two each-and shook with fear in one quick motion,

The two quickly regained control from the surprise and sheathed their swords. Saphira landed behind Eragon roared loudly at the soldiers, the soldiers gave the result as Brom did. Saphira still had her teeth bared, she was about to attack, Brom quickly leaned backwards to Eragon and said urgently "Tell her calm down! This is the safe place we can actually trust with our secret before we reach the Varden! Saphira would be safe here. Tell her to stop!" Do as he says

Saphira did, but reluctantly, she stopped baring her teeth and she stood tall as if it the misunderstanding never happened.

Brom dismounted and Eragon followed, the one that stood between the gates leaned back and whistled quickly and two stable boys came running out, when they noticed Saphira, the stopped stunned and laughed in awe and relief. The grabbed the reins of the soldier that had spoken and took the horses inside. When they got inside the gates the soldier by the gates gave them to silver coins each. And they nodded and took the horses away towards the stables.

The soldier that saw Eragon's palm handed his glove back him, and Eragon snatched it back off of him. The soldier spoke, "We have an underground dragon hold for your dragon, rider," His accent was strong, which said we came from Uru'baen. He pointed towards a cave that was man-made in a huge hill in the centre of the village "There," Saphira flapped her wings to gather wind and she flew up into the air and in a few seconds she landed outside in the cave and poked her head through into the dark hole, she never took her head out again, but strolled in there as if there was a lot of comfort placed within the underground dragon hold.

Brom took a step toward the soldier and said "We are looking, Meris Raven-sword, is she here?"

The soldier nodded and with the arm had his helmet underneath he stretched it out towards a large house, is was the second largest house in the village. The biggest one belonged to the lord and lady of Furnost and their big family. Turns out these two soldiers were twins, and sons of the lord and lady.

Brom walked through and Eragon followed close to his side, the two brother regained their posts in between the gates, blocking the entrance completely.

All the buildings with the small village was made of large bricks, all tall but skinny houses, each one with about two or three stories, all with tiled roofs. Some with market stools out front all selling good quality goods for an amazing cheap prices. All had customers buying something or just browsing. The villagers looked happy and in peace. The were shouts and conversations talking about Saphira, but just calling her the blue dragon. The were street performers from musicians to jugglists to story tellers.

There was only one Inn which was also the only Tavern, and they had a blonde haired big blue eyed girl singing soft soothing words to the rhythm of a large golden harp and skinny hook nosed man was playing.

But they walked straight pass it and to the a large house, this house, the Inn and the Lords house were the only ones that were their own buildings, every other building was attached to the next. The house they were seeking had all sorts of herbs, flowers, and a tree that grew oranges. On the huge front garden right next the fence was a green house, inside was more plants that grew in pots instead of the ground, most of them grew all sorts of berries. The green house door however was shut and locked with a rusty iron lock.

The green house didn't get in the way of the front door or anything else growing in the front garden. The house itself was about a 100 yards away from the front gate, Brom open the front gate and strolled over the cream circle tiles, all had a piece missing where the next one seemed to over lap it, the piece s was missing so the path was straight and didn't have any random bumps in it. Eragon followed and Brom knocked on the red painted door. The wooden frames around the windows were also paint red, so was the metre tall fence that surrounded the property. The house was two stories but not skinny like the rest of them, it was a fat house....(Lol fat house XD)...the golden door holdle went down and a beautiful woman answered, her bright-green eyes that said she wasn't from around here went wide when she saw Brom, Her hair was a dark brown and cut in to all sorts of menacing layers and textures.

She wore a dark blue dress made from soft fabric and it was sewn up and embroidered with thick white thread. The dress was short enough to show her dark blue slippers. She wore a silver chain belt that hung loosely from hip to hip.

Brom smiled at her and smiled back and they pulled each other in to a hug.

"Please come in," She opened the wide enough after they broke embrace and asked them to come in. When they got in she told them to put their saddle bags and belongings by the door. -They took off their belonging from their horses before the stables boys took them away- And she motioned to sit the large green corner sofa (I'm British get over it XD) and she sat down on a green single that was next to the corner sofa. The large light marble fireplace was in front of the sofas and was lit. The smell the flame gave off was some strange herbs. The whole place smelled of herbs that were placed in bottles or jars, all with tops -some covered completely away from the light- was carelessly around the whole house, on every surface within the building. If it wasn't covered in things filled with different herbs or dried fruits it was scrolls and paper filled with writing. The oak table that stood in th way of the sofas from the fireplace had a bowl of dried fruits and herbs mixed together; placed in the middle, and on the section of table closest to the single chair had a paper on it and that had writing on it, there was a large puddle of black ink that had came from the fallen over ink pot at the top of the page. The feathers on her feather pen had gotten stained with ink, but ink on it had changed to a dark purple colour.

"So sorry for the mess. I was so into my work when you knocked on the door I jumped and knocked over the ink pot," She said with a bit of a forced small laugh as she tidied up the oak table. She got up and got a wet cloth and she whipped up the ink on the table while Brom had picked up the soaking paper and feather pen. "Cheers," She mumbled in a nice tone as she took them from Brom's hands and placed them a dry place on the table.