Fallen Chapter 7
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Eragon, stop pouting.
Saphira, I'm not pouting! I'm down right depressed! Pouting barely sums it up!
You know what Murtagh said. Can you not trust in his wisdom?
I don't want to fight him. Saphira, I can't fight him!
Eragon, calm down. Go to sleep. Get your mind off this. I will wake you when something happens.
With that, Eragon dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
Murtagh saw them. He was so close. But he couldn't bring himself to approach them. He knew Eragon told them about their meetings, so they would understand. But he just couldn't challenge Eragon.
-Thorn, I can't do this.
Yes, you can.
-Thorn, I feel sick.
You're just nervous.
-I guess you're right. But I…I can't face him. Thorn…
Murtagh, let's just get it over with.
Murtagh gave up and flew towards Saphira, Arya and Eragon. When they were within earshot, he called out to them.
"Eragon Shadeslayer!" His three friends turned around. "I am taking you to Gallbatorix. You can resist or surrender peacefully. Choose wisely, Dragon Rider." Eragon looked somberly at Murtagh. He mouthed his brother's name and drew his sword.
The battle had begun.
For what seemed like hours, they summoned their magic and attacked each other. The battle was full of explosions and blasting colors and the sky was alive with forced hate.
When they began to tire, they landed and dueled with swords. None of them spoke a word, and sweat drenched their foreheads and plastered their hair to their skin. When it seemed like there would be no victor, Eragon struck Murtagh down with such force that a loud thump resonated through the field they were fighting in. Murtagh slowly got back up, but he immediately clutched his head and doubled over. His arm was out as if to stop someone from advancing towards him.
"Murtagh?" Eragon panted. He reached for the older man, but something unexpected happened.
"No, I'm sorry!" He began to yell.
"What are you sorry for?" Eragon asked, puzzled.
Murtagh stumbled back unsteadily. "No…" He whispered, barely able to make any sound at all. His head was pounding and he shook violently. Then, he tripped over and landed with a thump, unconscious.
Eragon looked at Thorn with a concerned look. Thorn looked tired and worn.
He was hallucinating it. Gallbatorix was not hurting him and there was no pain. This has happened before. Murtagh was not just affected physically. His mind was affected too.
Eragon looked back at Murtagh. Sweat beaded his brow and his eyes were clenched shut. Night slowly crept over the sky and he knew Murtagh was no threat now.
"Will he be okay?" Arya asked.
"I don't know. Probably, but I just don't know."
"Maybe he will contact you in his dreams?" Arya wondered aloud.
"I can try." So Eragon lay his head down and tried to find Murtagh in the green haze.
"Brother!" Eragon called again. His throat was raw and he wondered if Murtagh was there at all. Just when he acknowledged that his search was hopeless, he saw a black form by a bush. He ran over and sure enough, it was Murtagh, doubled over in pain.
"Eragon,"
He coughed.
"Murtagh, what happened?" Eragon practically
yelled, his voice shaking. But Murtagh could barely talk. He laid his
head in is brother's arms. All he could say was "Gallbatorix"
and "it hurt". He was shaking violently and Eragon worried deeply
about Murtagh's condition. He let his brother rest in his embrace.
He sat and comforted him until Murtagh finally created a sentence.
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…" He got out, his voice raspy and his breath labored.
He was so badly affected by the hallucination…odd…
"It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to worry. We'll figure something out." Eragon pleaded his brother to just rest. A tear fell down his face when he couldn't take it anymore. He was so mad. The tear plopped onto Murtagh's head and a storm followed. It woke Murtagh up enough to tell his brother something.
"Eragon…I'm going to wake up…I need to talk with all of you." Eragon could just nod. He let his brother go and woke up.
A/N I hope you liked this one and I hope you didn't think it was a filler!