(A/N): Hey Guys! Second chapter in less than a day! So, these last two chapters, not much has been happening, but I can assure you, it will get better. Hope you like this chapter!
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Murtagh
The nine of us flew above the clouds, up where the air was thin, the wind was cold, and the sun was warm. I could hear Nudge talking to Max in front of me. I hung back with Raven and Mitchell, not really comfortable with the Flock, and worried that they were suddenly going to crash into an airplane or something.
Suddenly, Max's hands flew to her skull and her wings folded in, making her drop like a stone. I pumped my wings harder and tilted them downwards before she had even dropped a foot. I wrapped my arms around her waist as I reached her and immediately changed the direction of my wings, slowing us to a stop, hovering there for a second before pushing them down, again and again until I had made it back up to the others, who were only just realizing what had happened, other than Nudge and Raven of course. Nudge because she had been the first to see Max lose it, and Raven because she could probably see the individual hairs on the heads of the people on the ground below. Looking around, I noticed that Fang was halfway between us and the others and realised that he must have seen her too but hadn't been able to get to her as fast since he had been in front of her, instead of behind like I had been, and therefore had seen her earlier. I flew over to him and gently passed Max to him, careful not to damage her wings. He gave me a curious look as I handed her over, making a small smile bloom on my lips.
"I think Max would prefer coming to in the arms of someone she trusts." I raised an eyebrow and he looked slightly guilty. "That and I also don't want to get punched in the face if I accidentally put my hands in the wrong place." A rare grin burst onto Fang's face for a second before Max moaned pitifully in his arms and the grin was replaced with a worried frown. I rolled my eyes and started back towards Raven and Mitchell as we started again.
"Ugh, just kiss already." I groaned quietly as I reached Raven and Mitchell, my words carried away in the wind.
"Hey Murtagh, I'm bored." I turned my head to look at Raven as she said this before rolling my eyes.
"And?" She scowled at me before flying closer to me for a second to clip my wing with hers, the equivalent as a slap on the arm.
"Let's play questions!" I rolled my eyes again. Questions was a game we developed back in the School that we played whenever we got bored, which was often.
"Fine. What's the first question?" She thought about it for a second before turning to me.
"What would you say is your greatest talent?" I scoffed, thinking. Well, I could say murder, but I think that would freak her out.
"Archery." She raised her eyebrows and started laughing, doubling over in the air she was laughing so hard, causing the others to look back at us.
"Archery? Where the hell did you learn archery?" Mitchell asked from Raven's other side, chuckling loudly also.
"I've been learning archery pretty much since I was born. My father insisted on it." All of the Flock members – except for Max, who was still unconscious – raised their eyebrows and exchanged astonished looks.
"You have a father?" I turned to look at them, with their shocked faces, and forced back a nervous chuckle.
"Yes. I have a father, a mother and a half-brother. Or, should I say, had a mother and father." Their eyebrows lowered slightly as they realised what I was saying. "Oh, I'm not sad about it. Well, at least not my fathers death that is. After all, he was a basta- bad man! A very bad man." I reiterated as Fang glared at me, silently telling me not to swear in front of the younger kids.
"So, you know who your parents are? You met them?" I nodded at Fang's quiet questions before turning my attention to Angel as she spoke up.
"Back in the School, you said that your mother named you. What was it like having a mother?" She asked quietly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Well, I don't know that much really. I mean, she did die when I was three or four, and I rarely saw her when she was alive. I mean, my father wouldn't let her, even when she wasn't going on her missions." Iggy quirked an eyebrow at my explanation.
"You didn't exactly have the most normal of childhoods did you?" I rolled my eyes before realizing he couldn't see me.
"Rolling my eyes Iggy, and no, I didn't." Iggy shrugged and turned his sightless eyes to the ground.
"Just thought I'd ask. Besides, you don't look like the picket fence type." I gave him one of my rare grins, even though he couldn't see it, and watched raven from the corner of my eye.
"My turn. What's a picket fence?" She turned to look at me quizzically for a second before bursting out laughing.
"You know about the laws of gravity and physics but not what a picket fence is? My god, what else did those White Coats neglect to teach you?" I shrugged and chuckled at her quietly.
"We don't exactly have picket fences where I come from. More like moats, actually." Her head snapped around and she stared at me for a minute while I ignored her gaze. When she finally turned her attention back to flying, I hear her mutter 'moats' under her breath once before shaking her head.
"Okay, my question. Um…have you ever been in love?" This time the others turned around as I avoided her eyes.
"Yes." I answered curtly, only to get an astonished look from Raven and Mitchell before Fang started talking to Max, who was now just waking up from her fit.
"What happened while I was out?" She groaned, rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers, trying to relieve some of the excess pain. I winced, and, taking pity on her, shoved my left hand in my pocket before whispering two words, reaching for the magic.
"Waise Heill." Looking around, I noticed that no one had seen my little magic act, or the fact that my Gedwey Ignasia ad flared up with light for a second before going out again. Max paused in her head rubbing and sighed in relief, making me smile slightly.
"Well, we have learned more about the mystery that is Murtagh after he saved your life." As max turned her head to look at me, I pretended to scan the ground below as if I could see every little detail.
"What did you learn?" She asked quietly, almost quietly enough to escape my hearing, but not quiet enough.
"Well, he considers his greatest talent to be Archery." Max raised her eyebrows before nodding to tell Fang to continue. "He doesn't know what a picket fence is, he had a mother a father and a brother, although his parents are dead, and he's been in love." I grinned for a second after he said this, watching Max's reaction from the corner of my eye.
"Half-brother, actually." I called to them, startling them enough for their heads to snap around once again. "And I still am in love." I saw Raven look away from the corner of my eye but ignored the movement, focusing on Max and Fang.
"Anything else you'd like to tell us?" I considered it for a second before shaking my head 'no'.
"No, I think that's all for now."
(A/N): Okay, so the girl Murtagh is in love with is obviously Nasuada, and you must remember that this set after the third book, so not many of the things from the fourth book will be the same, but trust me, there are reasons for this! Review please!
