Author's note: This is probably a really boring chapter and is kind of filler so if you really want to skip it you won't miss much. It's from Murtagh's POV and is about his feelings in his situation. Please R&R


I walked out of the dusty tavern, letting the heavy wooden doors swing shut behind me. Tossing my thick black hair over my shoulder I made my way through the almost empty village of Glen'en'dolethyl. I felt the wind brush against my handsome face staring straight ahead as I headed to Thorn's hiding place. Around me I could feel the stares of the villagers. They always stared, it was hard not to. With my good looks and mysterious aura I was a catch.

I continued to walk through the rotting town, ignoring the sighs and whimpers from the various peasant girls that watched me as I passed. I often came to towns like this after my missions, I needed time alone after the horrible things that I was forced to do by him. Going to towns like this was my chance to blend in, to be a normal person and forget my troubles for a time. But not only that it gave me time to avoid going back.

I left the town and as I walk started to think about the girl. That girl I had spoken to at the inn. She wasn't really that beautiful, but there was a sort of spark in her eye and together we would suit each other quite well. Kind of like the red tint I had lacquered into my armour.

But it wasn't just that, she was kind and talking to her was something new, usually when I spoke to people they were too enamoured with my looks or too afraid to talk to me as a real person. She understood that I was like a normal person but also more complex and difficult at the same time.

I reached Thorn who had been waiting amongst the trees in the forest at the edge of the town. I hopped onto his back in one smooth motion and signalled for him to begin flying. As we flew I stroked his neck gently, apologizing for the long wait. As we flew I strapped myself in and settled down for a long wait.

I smiled at the press of air against me, the familiar pressure increasing as we flew higher and higher. My silky locks whipped across my face, waving around as they danced with the wind. My dark brooding eyes stared out from beneath my hair, scanning the area. I always made sure I looked great on my dragon.

We continued to travel for around two hours before we finally began to slow. In the distance I could see the familiar sight of Galbatorix's castle. I leaned forward to get a better look at the intimidating castle that was our destination. The shadows clung to the castle and surrounding buildings, swaddling them in darkness like a mother swaddles her child with love. Thorn landed in the courtyard with a graceful thud alerting everyone in the vicinity to our presence.

I ripped off the strappings and Leapt off Thorn's back, my hair and clothes flowing behind me like a cape. On the ground I reached up with a strong hand and ruffled my obsidian coloured hair.

I left the beehive of activity that swarmed around Thorn and made my sultry way up the spiral staircases that lead up to my room. Once in my room I shrugged off the heavy armour that confined me and headed over to the floor length mirror that lined one wall to inspect the damage. Peering into the mirror I examined the bruise darkening on my square jaw. This one had been caused by one brave but stupid man in the village I had just visited. The village was on the edge of the country and was on the verge of turning to the Varden. The man had been hiding behind the haystacks and had snuck out to attack me. I had known he was there the whole time but I had hoped he would be smart enough to avoid me and stay out of sight, but he proved to be an idiot and tried to attack. It was a fatal mistake.

I stared at my body for the next five minutes, admiring my strong physic and running my hands over my muscles to start healing the wounds. Stroking my abs I felt the hard muscles tense under my featherlight touch. Eventually I had covered my front and turned to face the mirror with my back. I carefully watched as the bruises faded until all that was left was the scar my father had given me.

I took a moment to examine the scar. This was all I really had left of him, only this and my sword. This is my inheritance that was left to show me and all those around me where I came from and the burden I carry. Eragon never understood this. He thought the world was good and evil but he knew nothing, he had never seen the things our very own mother was capable of. I do and I have to keep the memories.

Shaking the thoughts from my head I slipped on a silk shirt hanging from the closet and pulled it on, covering my father's gift. With one last glance at the mirror I swaggered out of the room and headed down to the designated training area.

In the training ground I grabbed a bow and quiver full of arrows and walked to the target range. I set up my bow and prepared to fire but just before I could I froze. Instead of a target I saw her face, the girl from earlier. I shook my head harshly, trying to get the idea of her out of my head, she was nothing to me.

I shot the arrow anyway, hitting the target right in the middle. I strung up another arrow and prepared to fire only to once again see her face. I slumped down and sat on the floor, throwing the arrows to the ground. I didn't understand, she's no one I was never going to see her again. I stared at the mess around me and groaned, I was so confused.


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