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I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion… yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now… come down
Let the rain come down
Into the Ocean By Blue October
He is coming. That was the only thought running through Murtagh's mind as he hid among the leaves of a young, yet sturdy tree. This desperate trap was his last chance of survival. All he had to do was stay calm and wait for the moment his tracker's horse rode directly beneath him…
Murtagh carried this plan out perfectly, and drew his large knife from its sheath, before dropping from his hiding place. But something blurred with speed flew past him and disarmed him as it went. When Murtagh landed on the horse, the beast bolted, turned, and ran back under the tree. There was a soft thud behind him and a pair of strong arms reached around him to grasp the reins. His captor unexpectedly pulled the horse to a halt and leapt off. Murtagh quickly did the same and spun to face… her.
She was tall; almost as tall as Murtagh himself. She had milky brown hair that barely touched her shoulders and piercing hazel eyes. She was not exceedingly beautiful; she held more nobility than prettiness, holding her head high and back straight. She was also a somewhat frightful sight, dressed in gray men's clothes, wearing a belt laden with weaponry of the shiny sort. A small, victorious smile added to the scary appearance, along with the blood staining her tunic. It was decidedly not her own.
She bowed extravagantly as Murtagh drew his sword. "It is a pleasure, Murtagh, to finally meet you."
"The villagers, they call you 'fate'. They say you are kindest before you murder your victims. As my last wish, spare me the lies and let me fight to my end."
Tuliver laughed, genuinely amused, and Murtagh was momentarily confused, for the sound was musical, and in no way matched her rather low voice. "I have no intention of killing you. That would be a bit of a waste, seeing as I have spent so much time and energy saving you."
"P-pardon? Saving me?" Murtagh was sure he was dreamin by this point. "You are King Galbatorix's most prized assassin. You have been hunting me since I escaped."
"Tracking, Murtagh. I've been tracking you. Do you honestly think you would still be alive if I wanted you dead?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Now put your sword away and follow me." She turned and walked briskly into the cover the trees provided.
Murtagh stood alone for over a minute, emotions and thoughts racing for superiority over each other. He sighed, realizing he had no choice. He had to follow her, or risk tempting her infamous fury.