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Chapter three: Together Again?
A loud growl awoke Catalina. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by tattered old clothes and what seemed like the torso of a man. When she looked up, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was Murtagh. 'NO!'
She felt tears well up as she leaped up from his lap. Slowly opening his eyes, he touched her face.
"Catalina? What is the matter …" She didn't let him finish.
Slapping his hand away, she stood and backed away. She reached for her sword, but realized it was,
"Gone. The Varden took our weapons." Murtagh stood to embrace her. She backed away and reached into her tunic. They had forgotten to take her dagger. She pulled it out and used magic to dart behind Murtagh. She held the knife at his throat.
"You left me. You caused me pain. And above all, you have the nerve to bring me to the Varden of all places! You're slime. I hate you with every bone in my body. You deserve to DIE!" He trembled in her fury.
Unknown to them, Eragon was slowly waking up from under Saphira's wing. He peered out to see the gruesome scene. Jumping out from Saphira's wing he shouted, "STOP!"
Catalina peered in amazement at the large blue dragon and her rider. She finally realized that there was a dragon in the room.
"No. It cannot be! I WAS THE LAST RIDER NOT YOU!" In her anger, she raised the knife and stabbed Murtagh in the shoulder. He screamed in pain as she threw him to the ground.
"NO!" Eragon screamed he looked up at Catalina. Seething in her anger, she raised her hand to expose her gedwëy ignasia. "Thrysta Vindr!"
Saphira growled as Eragon hit the ground "Oh, shut your trap you overgrown Lizard! I hate your kind. As much as I hate hell, Galbatorix, and you, you ignorant coward!" She kicked the cringing Murtagh in the side.
She pulled the knife out of him and walked towards Eragon. Saphira tried to block her, but Catalina froze her in place. Straddling Eragon's hips, she held the knife over his heart. Her long black hair obscured her face.
"You're pretty handsome… what was your name?" she asked, her head moved back and forth,, her eyes seemed to bore into his very soul.
"E-Eragon. Please… please don't kill me." She slapped him.
"Shut –up. I'm not going to kill you. But there is one thing I will do." Eragon closed his eyes in fear. But his fear was turned into passion as their lips met.