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2 do: 1. continue writing the story with the new "element".
2. Behead the jackass who wrote last chapter (jut wait 'til he comes…)
Disclaimer: don't own a thing here, almost neither the last chapter.
Thnxs 2 Princess-Arya-Shadeslayer
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Light enter the room through the crystal, making the room shinny and warm. Murtagh slowly opened his eyes and examined his surroundings, Emilye's room, he thought as he slowly sat up. When he did he felt a horrible pain ripping through out his back, slowly he leaned back to the cold floor. The bed sheets where on the floor, their cloth scatter across the floor, he was in his undergarment (aka: boxers). Murtagh lay on the floor staring at the ceiling, waiting for the pain to recede; he tried to contact to Thorn but it was useless, his dragon was asleep. Then he thinks where is Emilye? He looked around the room and on the bed but she wasn't there. He open the drawer Emilye had gave him, he pulled out a dark red tunic, long black trousers and boots. As he opened the door he noticed that there was another one at the other end of the room, Murtagh went there and opened it. Inside there was room with two big oak doors at the far side, a two meters three way mirror at his left, Emilye was looking at herself in the center mirror. She was wearing a sleeveless black corset and a long dark purple skirt; she was finishing what looked like a messy braid. She looked over her shoulder and glanced at him, "Oh, you are a wake. Good morning," she said with a smile.
He gave her a small smile, "'morning," he said while walking toward her. He wrapped his slender yet muscular arms around her waist and rested his head on her naked elbow. "How long have you been up?" he asked her while smelling her sweet red hair. She gave a small shrug, "Like for, say an hour," she lowered her looked and stared at the floor beneath her, concentrating in the elaborated rose tile. "Come," she said grabbing his hand and leading him outside, to her terrace where breakfast was already served. "Let us eat," during the meal Emilye kept her eyes in her food, and ignore his questions or comments. Giving up on hope of getting any answers from her he gave a sigh and started to tap his fingers on the table, "You know what? Stop it Oliverti has been asking for you al morning long. He is two doors down the throne room, you better go," she said with a very irritated tone, still not looking at him. "Fine I'll go," he declared, stood up, and left. What's wrong with her? He wondered as he made his way back to the palace.
Thorn are you up?
Through their mental link he could hear his dragon rumbling; yes, now I am. What do you want?
Murtagh cursed under his breath, what? Are you angry with me also?
No, I'm just tired.
Long night? What where you doing?
Thorn hesitated before answering; Nothing of your interest, just like your night was none of my business.
Sorry! I knew you and Emilye were to be grumpy then I wouldn't have asked. He shrugged; I'll go and see Oliverti, have breakfast…or whatever, just don't mess around that much. He said and closed their link. He finally got there, the room had high windows and a long table, a map of Alagaesia at the right side, hanging from the roof was a simple yet striking crystal spider. Oliverti; in his early forty, he had a light brown hair that was graying, cut really short with striking brown eyes and a mustache over his broad lip, was wearing a silk blue tunic with the empire insignia, black baggy trousers and polished boots. "Good morning Murtagh. Where were you last night? I've been trying to locate you." He said with an irritated-calmed tone, taking a chair and motioning Murtagh to sit. The chairs were made of hard, dark elk; at the head of the table was a chair-like-throne made of gold. "Last night I was at a bar," he answered indifferently. Oliverti made hum sound, "As you may know king Galbatorix has left on this… classified trip to who-knows-where, but he contacted me last night," Murtagh heart gave a leap, but he remained stoic, "And as you may know we think the Varden are but to take Belatona and march, and march until they conquered all the cities around Uru'Baen and so, proceed on conquering us. What the king wants is for you to go to Belatona, warn them and be aware 'cause if they take the city they won't stop until overthrowing Galbatorix," Oliverti smiled and drank from his wine goblet.
Murtagh took a deep breath, "what if they manage to take the city before I arrived?" Oliverti tap the table, "For yours and mine they must not take the city, go to your quarters and pack, you leave at noon," he motioned him to leave and return his attention to the papers. Murtagh stood up and went to his chambers and contact Thorn. Thorn can you hear me?
Yes, came his dragon replied, is there something I need to know or do?
Although Thorn could not see him he nods, aye, my dragon we go to Belatona at noon be ready.
To stop the Varden from taken the city? Thorn never let a small detail go by; yes that's what we are going to try. I'll be there soon, the fastest the best. He closed the link and retrieved a black leather satchel and packed his chain mail, sword, and some cloth.
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When he arrived to the dragon hold, Thorn was waiting for him; he grabbed the saddle and strapped it on him. Packing some food, calculating the best and shorter way to Belatona. What's wrong Murtagh? You know you can't hide your emotions from me. Thorn made a grin-like-gesture, its Emilye, right? Murtagh sighed and nod. This morning she hated me, didn't even talk to me at all. Should've guess it early, why would she want to be with Morzan son? Why everyone has to hate me for him? He kicked a bucket, and it shatters thinning out water across the floor. Sorry I'm just mad, give some time and it will go away…
No the same happened with the Varden leader, Nasauda; you though kind of the same way, that you two were impossible like water and oil. He remember it, it looked like a distant memory, just like his time traveling with Eragon, so long ago.
Hun, we humans are so different from dragons, our emotions also, but I promised I won't set eyes on any other woman until the war ends… or I die…
Or you were to become blind, added Thorn, which made Murtagh laugh, and totally agree with him.
"Well are you ready my friend?" Murtagh asked Thorn while sitting on the saddle. Thorn nod and walked to the edge of the hold, "To Belatona," he whispered, aye, hold on we are getting before nightfall. Declared Thorn, jumped and flied to Belatona.
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