Starting Over
Murtagh took in a deep breath and looked at the red shape of his dragon. Thorn was staring at him with on of his large ruby eyes. "What do you
think? Should I contact her or not?" Thorn blinked. "Yes, yes, yes I know she won't take it well at first. That's why I'm asking you." He was trying
to decide if he should contact the Varden, namely there leader, and tell her of his escape and that he would like to fight with the Varden to
overthrow Gailbatorix. Thorn's eye shifted to the upper right hand corner of the tree house and was glued there. If Saphira is around, if you do contact Nasuada, then I might enjoy talking with her while you talk to the two-legged dark skin leader.
Thorn. "Might? You might like to?" And he doubled over laughing so hard, tears ran down his face. Thorn snorted and stamped a foot. She's the only sane dragon, except for Glaedr and he's grumpy most of the time, in the world! Of course I want to talk to her!
even harder. "Alright. Alright. I'll contact her I guess. For no other reason then that I don't want to get attacked when I go there." He went over
to the basin of water, with Thorn has his shadow, and said the words of power. A stout dwarf came into view and he said, "What is you're
business?" Murtagh straightened himself up and said, "I am a rider. That information is confidential to any but Nasuada, who I would like to
speak with." He grunted and walked into what appeared to be a tent. There was words said that he did not hear, because the dwarf had
stuffed the mirror into his jacket. Murtagh's water cleared a minute later and he saw Nasuada. Her face was that of one doing an unwholesome
task. "What do you want, traitor?" He cleared his throat and said, "Well before I begin, Nasuada, Thorn would like to see Saphira." Thorn slightly
wriggled and his tail twitched back and forth. In his mind he told him, Contain yourself.
"I would be more then happy to let him see her. Wait a moment." She spoke to clear air, a human by the name of Jörmundur, and a minute later
Saphira stuck her head into the tent. She blinked several times as if she had just been woken up. Thorn wriggled as he saw her and Saphira
hummed when she saw him. Through his connection with Thorn he heard Saphira say, Thorn. It is so good to see you. It has been so long since you
spoke to me. Why haven't… Then he devoted himself to explaining to Nasuada what had happened. "So when we attacked and Eragon told me of
how to free myself from Gailbatorix, Thorn and I tried it for several weeks without success. Then Gailbatorix learned that Eragon was not my
brother, through means that I am unaware, and the truth of it changed me. I learned that Morzan was barely my parent, since he did not love
Selena, and that I may as well consider Brom as my father. My father had shaped how I was and who I became, and so when that changed, so
did I. The knowledge of his Riders heritage was how Thorn was shaped so again, when it changed so did he. So then I flew with him to
Ellesmera, after casting a spell that made it so that only Eragon could see me, and found Eragon there. I met his teacher there and he is now
training me like he trained Eragon. I just wanted you to know that I will fight for and with the Varden if you will let me." Nasuada through back
her head and laughed. Laughed so hard that she ended up on the floor. She got back into her chair with the help of two invisible humans. "Yes.
The help of a fully trained Rider would be worth a lot to me right now. We've lost too many men and Eragon is not strong enough to beat
Gailbatorix on his own. You're help will be most appreciated."
Murtagh nodded and said, "Thank you. I will fight for you then. Thank you for your time." He looked at Thorn who was in a deep conversation
with Saphira. I'm ending the spell now. Thorn flicked his tail at him and continued on talking to her. "Good bye Nasuada." The spell ended and
Thorn let out a surprised growl. He looked at Murtagh and Murtagh smiled. "Because if I let you keep on talking to her then you will never stop.
So I made you stop." After that they flew to the Crags of Telnear. Oromis sat in a chair looking at the forest. Glaedr's massive bulk sat beside
him. Oromis turned his head in sudden surprise. "Murtagh. I thought you were someone else." Murtagh jumped off Thorn and sat at his master's
feet. "I am who I am, Master." Oromis nodded and closed his eyes, concentrating. "Tell me. Do you still have the hearts of Dragons with you?"
Murtagh's mind snapped back to the saddlebags hanging off Thorn. He had gotten so caught up with his new relationship with Faola that he had
forgotten the five Hearts that were stored there. "Yes I do." Oromis nodded. "That's why I thought you were someone else. Get them for me."
Murtagh went to Thorn and took the bundles off. Going back with arms full, it took him three trips to get them all transported. He laid them out in
front of Oromis. Three were green, one was pink, and the fifth was a orange almost golden, like Glaedr. When Oromis's gray eyes fell on that
one he sat up and said, "It can't be." He closed his eyes and focused. Surprise and happiness spread on his face. He turned to Glaedr and said,
"Glaedr, wake up. I have something for you." The golden dragon's head lifted off the ground. He looked at Oromis, how jerked his head at the
five Hearts. His eyes landed on the golden one and he jumped a full ten feet in the air. Walking to it he leaned down and gently licked it. He lied
down beside it and looked like a dog protecting its ball. Oromis sent his thoughts to Murtagh, and through him he heard Glaedr's voice. Gildia. My
love. Oh, how I have missed you. Murtagh looked at Oromis. "It would be best if you take tomorrow off. Glaedr is in no state to train Thorn, and I
will not instruct you two in different curriculums. Go and return two days from now. I apologize for forgetting to send you the elf that would take
you to the training grounds. I was rather tired that day. The elf will come at morning tomorrow." With those last instructions Murtagh left. The
next morning he heard a knocking at the trap door to his room. Going to get it he opened, expecting to see a male elf with a sword, ready to
bring him to the training grounds. Instead he was almost blinded by silver light that hit his face. It took him a moment to get his vision back and
when he did he saw, not a male elf with a sword, but a gorgeous female elf with a sword. Faola stood in the entryway smiling at him. "Good
morning Murtagh." Murtagh stood up straight. "Hello Faola. Why didn't they send the elf I would be fighting to get me?" Faola's clear, beautiful
laughter emanated the tree house. "They did. I am to be the elf that you fight."
As they walked down the hallway Murtagh seethed with anger that Oromis had to pick her to fight him. What were there, a couple thousand
elves in Ellesmera? And he had to pick the one that he cared for the most, and did not want to hurt? When they reached the training grounds
Faola drew her sword and said, "Let us begin." She jumped forward and he barely had time to draw Zar'oc before she stabbed him. Dodging,
twisting, and lunging they fought against each other for a half hour. Finally, when they were both covered in sweat, she went into a complex
sword move when she hit Zar'oc to the right then the left and then when his guard was totally down she put the gleaming silver tip of her sword
onto his bare neck. "We are done." With great dignity she sheathed her sword, and walked past the bowing elves into the forest. Excitement
filled Murtagh we he noticed that she was walking to their secret hallow tree, which was were they let there passion for each other show to the
maximum. He looked at Thorn who was mind talking with several elves who were giving him riddles. Fear gripped him when he saw that Evdnal
was one of them. He quickly walked after Faola. When he reached their tree he saw her inside waving her long hair in the slight breeze that
came through. Without turning around she said, "You can come in Murtagh." He walked into the tree and she said, "Gata yawna." Gate Bind. The
entryway behind Murtagh shut and on the outside it looked like an ordinary tree. She got on the bed and undid her silver dress and hand it on a
hock that sprouted out of the wall. Naked she was the center of his attention. With her cloths on she was the most stunning, beautiful thing he
had ever seen. Without cloths she was gorgeous times a trillion. She laid down on the bed and spread her legs. She looked up at him and said,
"Well come on. Are you going to get on me or not?" Murtagh would not even dream of not doing what she said. An hour or so later he was laying
back with her on top of him, when there came the sound of cracking wood out side. He looked over at the gateway and saw it cracking, and
shatter. Faola, who had her hands around his neck as his waist pushed into hers, looked back at it too. From the wreckage of the doorway a tall
black haired elf and three others walked through. The one that had come in first put his hands on his hips and said, "Well ordinarily I would be
surprised, but I'm really not. Faola get off that inconsequential speck. You know as well as I do that what you are doing is forbidden to all but
the queen's daughter." She looked at him as she started to pant she said, "Brother, I have as much or more right then her." She looked down at
Murtagh and said, "They're probably going to stop us. Hurry and finish it." Nodding he began to go faster and faster until she broke out and
screamed. After a few seconds she collapsed on him. In about ten seconds the four elves took her off him and left. He lay there until Thorn flew
through the gateway and then he ironically feel asleep.