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Chapter 2 hope it's good. Each chapter revels something from the past.
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Chapter 2
It's been almost a week time. They are waiting for reply. I might have given them time but more information is still needed. And it would be hard to reason for they have not let go of the past.
It would soon be dawn. Nasuada entered the main dine room. There she was Murtagh vigorously cleaning his plate. The sound of the door closing behind Nasuada made Murtagh snap out of his fazes. Murtagh lifted his head. His eyes met with hers. Embarrassment washed over Murtagh as he wide the liquid dripping from his mouth.
A wryly smile crept on nasuada's face. Murtagh motioned for her to sit. The dining table was a large rectangle one that could be seated by twenty. She sat opposite him. They both sat in silence. One of the palace's maids brought a plate of delightful foods for Nasuadfa. The woman stared harshly at Murtagh, bowed and left.
"How is your research coming along?" Nasuada asked not taking her eyes of her plate.
"No luck. Claude and I are right back where we were, nothing."
"I may be of service if I knew what you were looking for."
"When I reveal to you shall go back and tell of what I told. Isn't it so?"
"I am afraid that it is correct. You haven't given us much word and I thought it would have been easier on the public and you, Thorn and Claude if you stayed in the castle were all your needs can be tend to."She gave him a sorrow glance.
"Speaking of Thorn has he settled down? I know of his anger on not being able to take part in the discussion."
"He was. But has relaxed and might I say enjoying the meals here."
"So how have you been Nasuada?" He lost the formality in his voice.
"Fine but these days have been longer and stress full. Galbatorix's resistance still lurks and has become more difficult causing damage and chaos in different parts of Alagaësia. We have captured many of their troops but I fear it will be a while longer till disaster finally falls."
"And is there a man to give you his assistance?" Murtagh gave her a questioning look. So she therefore answered the question differently.
"I feel quiet offended by your question. I can handle an empire as a maiden just like when I was leader of the Varden."
Murtagh raised his hands in defence. "I did not mean ..."
"I know" Nasuada said cutting him off. "No there isn't anyone."
The two sat and ate neither saying a word.
Their swords clashed. Eyeing one another, trying to anticipate the next moved. A passerby could swear that they were both elegant dancers as they moved swiftly and gracefully across the field.
Eragon hadn't spared with his brother since they duel against each other. That was a decade ago, when the might city was called Urû'baen. Murtagh was a good opponent for Eragon. For he realised his brother had come across knew skills on his travels.
Eragon blocked and defended himself well, countering every attack. At last the two shielded their blades.
"Might I ask where you learned such movements?" Eragon asked while wiping his forehead free from sweat.
Murtagh sat on the grassy grounds. He remembered his training took place here, back at crule times. Eragon seated himself next to Murtagh.
"On the start of my second year of travel, I came upon an old craftsman. He was skilled in my ways, not only in armoury but in battle. He was a master of the arts in sword play. He housed, I will never forget his hospitality. There were three others in that home. The man had a wife, a son and daughter."
"Where are they now?" Eragon.
"Dead. I guess you never know if the last time you see someone, is gonna be the last time you ever see someone. "
There was so much despair in Murtagh's voice that Eragon decided to change the topic. But he knew that it was not the end, later on he would ask Murtagh more about the craftsman for he felt that he had a strong effect on Murtagh.
Eragon informed Murtagh of all the events that happened in the past years. For starters, there are a total of four riders in training each belonging to a race. He spoke with pride and honour as being able to teach the first two dragons and their riders from the urgal and dwarf clan.
"Of course it would be nice to have some assistance."
"Maybe" Murtagh replied with a shrugged.
Eragon went on about where they were located. On an island, once abandon, on the highest mountain. He told Murtagh that he was most welcomed. Eragon chatted about how the people and city have changed. And admitted that he only had returned two days before Murtagh had.
"Why?" Murtagh inquired.
"There is a battle to be held."That was Eragon's simple reply.
The hours had passed by with a blink of an eye. Soon the two watched as the sun went down, admiring tall the colours displayed in the sky.
