Yes, i know these are so short, but i only get inspiration in little bursts, so sue me. and plus, i'm a total lazybum. it will get longer when my attention span gets longer. please tell me anything i'm doing wrong, and i apologize again for it being so short.
Oh yah, i forgot to do a disclaimer on the first two chapters, so heres one: I do not own eragon or any of its characters, places, or languages. i only own Nyala and Thaeilla. christopher P. owns everything else. (lucky duck...)
Nyala's jaw dropped. A whole reel of mental scenes played out in her head. Spying on Murtagh eating from around the corner, begging Durza to let her go play with Murtagh, having Durza yell at her because he said that she was better than Murtagh. Nyala could hardly breathe; this man who was supposed to be the king's new apprentice was Murtagh. The man who had gaped blatantly at her just days before, was Murtagh. Had he recognized her? No, he couldn't have! They had been forbidden from interacting with each other…
Nyala collapsed heavily on the very chair she had just moments before been peacefully sleeping on. She brought up a shaking hand to push a strand of black hair behind her ear.
"Milady? Are you well?" Thaeilla inquired stepping closer to her mistress. Nyala looked up in agony.
"No. No, I'm not well. I have been caused so much pain by the same man my whole life, and now he returns to finish the job! He will kill me like this, Thaeilla! He has taken away everything I love…" Tears now streamed down her cheeks. Thaeilla patted her shoulder, but made no other move to console Nyala. She stared intently at the wardrobe as if in deep thought.
"Nyala, do you now consider Murtagh your enemy?" she said, turning her focus back to Nyala.
"Nay, I just wish he would leave." Nyala stood and progressed to her bed. She curled up on the bare mattress and began to sulk.
"Oh, well, never mind then. I was going to suggest you challenge him to a duel and kill him…" Thaeilla looked rather disconcerted as she headed to the door. "I shall fetch your blankets if you wish it, Milady." She said as she opened the door. Nyala was silent.
"Right. I'll be going then, Milady." Thaeilla smiled lightly and shut the door behind her.
Nyala thrashed violently on the bed as if to be rid of this nightmarish life she had been given. Thaeilla was right…I should kill him. He deserves it. She groaned and turned on her belly, which protested with a loud gurgle. "I need food…" she muttered, irritated. Food is so troublesome…