Murtagh sat at the base of a tree in the forest outside of UrĂ» 'baen, thinking about the last few days. He wasn't sure about anything at the moment. Seeing Eragon in Surda had brought back feelings he thought he had locked away. He knew when Galbatorix had forced him into service that he would have to face Eragon in battle. He didn't think it would have been so hard. As long as Eragon didn't know it was Murtagh he was fighting, he could do it. But as soon as he figured it out, that was when everything went downhill. The look on Eragon's face when he realized he was fighting his love, Murtagh would never forget it. The hurt, the sadness, it was too painful to even think of.
"Why? Why does it have to be like this? I didn't want this!" Murtagh screamed as loud as he could, waking Thorn, who was sleeping nearby. Thorn opened one eye, looked at Murtagh, and decided to leave him alone.
"Why?" Murtagh asked again, quietly this time. "Why is my life so full of misfortune? What did I do to deserve this? What did we do to deserve this?" We. Eragon. I'm sorry. And with that thought, a single tear rolled slowly down his cheek.
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"Arya?" Eragon said her name again. She was looking at him, but it was like he wasn't there. He tried one more time. "Arya?"
"Yes?" She shook her head a little, as if she was waking up. She looked at them; they were all staring at her. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking, how does Murtagh feel about all this? We know he and Eragon were every close," Eragon blushed, "and it must have been hard for him." She faced Eragon. "I'm sure he knew he would have to face you in battle when he joined Galbatorix, willingly or not."
Eragon could not reply to this; it was something he had thought many times since fighting Murtagh. He didn't have an answer.
The silence stretched on for many minutes; no one knew what to say. Eragon couldn't take the silence. He turned and walked out of the tent.
"Eragon," Roran called after him, but he didn't answer. He just kept walking back to his own tent.
When Eragon returned to his tent, he found Saphira waiting for him outside it.
Hello, Saphira.
Eragon, what's wrong?
Wrong? Nothing's wrong.
Eragon… you know I know you better than that.
He sighed. I know. I just don't feel like talking about it right now. I need to think about it for awhile. He walked into the tent.
All right, little one.
Thank you.
He laid down on his bed and stared at the tent ceiling. How did Murtagh feel about all this? Surely Murtagh had seen the hurt in Eragon's eyes, and Eragon had done nothing to hide it. He wanted Murtagh to know how he felt, wanted him to know the pain he caused. Eragon still loved him deeply, but could he ever forgive this betrayal? He didn't know.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter's kinda short! I'm still having some writer's block! And I'm sorry if the Murtagh scene isn't that great! Someone asked if I would include him, so I tried. It's hard to write from his perspective when I'm used to writing from Eragon's! Chapter 4 will be up as soon as I finish writing it. sighs Please review! Your input helps!
