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"Thoughts."

"Mental talk."

"Ancient Language."

Auhor: Scarlet de Rivera

Rating: M for language, violence, and other reasons. e.e

Title: Dragons Heart: Shur'tugal

Summary: Eragon is female. And she is an orphan, raised by the king himself. Dark, insane, and twisted, Eragon has found what Galbatorix is truly like. And she plans to kill him, no matter what the means. Join Eragon on her join through love, death, and insanity. EragonXMurtagh. Rated M. Eragon is Eragona, but Eragon for short.

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Couples: BromXEragon, RoranXEragon, MurtaghXEragon, GalbatorixXEragon, etc...

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The Legends Of Old

With a low groan, cerulean hues opened, their long lashes blinking a few times as they adjusted to the beautiful light flowing into their room.

Wait... Room?

With a gasp, Eragon shot up like a bullet, only to cry out in pain as the wound in her leg opened, the blood seeping through the white bandages. She laid down gently, wincing as she tried to get into a comfortable position. Blinking again she looked in curiousity.

The walls, floor, and the other things were made of the most beautiful wood she had seen. To the right was a doorway, and she could here the sound of some running water, and the scent of steam. Light shone through the small opennings that were ingraved into the wooden walls. She lay on a bed of black silky fabric, her head propped up on a pillow that seemed to be made of leather.

A low chuckle brought the dark blonde haired females attention and she tensed up, her eyes wide as she looked around wildly. An odd sight met her eyes.

A man with shoulder length black hair, the hair pulled into a ponytail, stood against the doorframe, his pale skin gleaming in the suns rays. His features were elegant and slightly pointed, his lips thin, and his eyes slightly slanted. Pointed ears were revealed through the ponytail that his hair normally would have missed. A smirk sat firmly on his pale lips, as he crossed his arms over his chiseled chest. His legs clad in black leather, she guessed, and on his feet he wore a brown pair of boots as well.

Making his way towards the girl, he let a long finger trail down her cheek, murmuring, "Your the Black Hand's daughter... But why are you here?"

Tensing up, she slapped his hand away, but she gasped as she noted the triumphant gleam in his eyes. His other hand grasping her other hand, he pinned her hands above her head and her eyes widenned.

"Get off of me!" Her soft voice was slightly rough from misuse, but a small bit of fear shook the would-be command.

The smirk grew in size as he stared into the beautiful girls dark cerulean hues sparkle with tears. He let go of one of her wrists, and he wiped the tear away.

"Don't cry, pretty one... It doesn't befit you..." He murmured to her. A small pink tint spread across the girls face. he let out a small chuckle and he got off of her, shaking his head, "Don't try and get up again, you'll probably bleed to death," He said quietly, rolling his dark hues at the girl.

She nodded silently, her eyes slightly glazed as she looked at him, before she let out a quiet question, "What's your name?"

The Elven male smiled slightly, and nodded his head to her, "Hiroki..."

She let out a small laugh, "That's not a normal Elven name."

A small smirk graced his face again as he shrugged, "My parents were odd," he chuckled, "Now what's your name, pretty one?"

Smiling, she giggled softly, "Eragon... Or Anya, for my old caretaker..." Rolling her eyes, she laughed quietly, "I have so many nicknames."

"As I can see," He smirked, rolling his dark hues. Sitting down at her side, he ran a hand through her locks, "I apologize for shooting you... You were human, so we reacted by instinct..."

His breath hitched at the beautific smile that lit up her face, her eyes closing, "It's alright... I don't mind you, we all have instincts and we follow them out before we even realize what were doing," She replied softly.

Smiling, he nodded to her, "Alright... Get some sleep, you need your rest to heal your wounds," He said as he taped her forehead. Her eyes slowly drifting shut, she let out a low mumble of "O...kay..." before she lost conciousness.

Murtagh POV:

With a shout, Murtagh easily disarmed his opponet, the other sword clattering to the ground. With a triumpant grin stretching over his striking features, before it slowly faltered as his gaze followed that of his friend.

Arya had returned.

And she looked even more grim then the last time.

As she slowly made her way towards Murtagh, she grasped his forarm, dragging him to the corner of the room. Looking at him with those infathomable dark hues, she whispered, "We found her."

Murtagh's brown orbs widened as they clouded, tears threatening to fall as the blood rushed from his face, his breathing quickening.

They had found Anya. His Anya. His beautiful Eragona.

As a panic attack threatened to overcome him, Arya placed a comforting hand on his arm, and his eyes met her.

Her dark eyes shined with understanding at the shock he was feeling, and he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.

"Where?"

"My home," She responded quietly, smiling slightly, her slightly thinned lips curling up at the sides.

Murtagh's lips curled up into a broad grin, and he asked her softly, "When can we..."

At Arya's shake of her head, he gulped, and said, "Why?"

"She was wounded, and she's still healing... Seeing you would just drive her deeper into the tension, and it might cause her wound to heal slower, we can't risk that," She spoke quietly, "But after she's healed, and trained..."

At the nod of his head, she placed a delicate hand on her shoulder, smiling softly, "I'm sorry, Murtagh... But we...we... The Elves give you our deepest apologizes, Murtagh, we are trying everything we can do, but her health isn't as well as we had dreamed..."

At Murtagh's answering nod, she smiled, and she shoo'ed him off, "Go, practice, so you can show her up!"

With a small, grateful smile at Arya, Murtagh ran off over to his friend, not even noticing the sad look Arya was giving him behind his back.

Galbatroix's POV:

His gaze trained solely on the sky as the maid ontop of him plunged his length deep into her heated core, pullng back out, then letting her folds carress him, before slamming violently back down.

As Galbatorix looked at the woman again, a smile on his lips, before he grasped her hips, and his thumb slowly caressed her clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure, her back arching from the wall.

Her walls violently hugged his shaft, causing him to growl lowly, as they came as one.

As the maid quickly dressed, and left, Galbatorix sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

He didn't know what to do! He had lost the girl he thought of as a daughter. Sure, he may have been harsh on her, and Murtagh, but... Having an extra personality hurt those he cared about.

He knew about his other side abusing Murtagh, and he always tried to make it up, but he could see the self-hatred in his boy's eyes. The disgust. The weakness...

He knew what he did, and he hated himself for it. Murtagh was a good kid, and no one deserved what his other half did.

"Hah! The kids a freak, and you know it!" Kage sneared. With a low mental growl, Galbatorix locked away the bastard who had hurt his once-upon-a-time family.

"Fuck off, Kage... You have no more right here, fool." Was all he said to Kage, before he sealed away the being.

Aw, depressing, and late as hell, I know. But REVIEW!