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Eragon drew his eyes away from the horrible sight, only to meet another that was not much better. Thorn looked at him with his huge, red eyes. Eragon moved his hand to Murtagh's face and shuddered as he stroke his cheek.
He's so cold Eragon stood up and pulled Murtagh out of Thorn's grasp.
I did what I could. Please hurry! Thorn shifted and tried to stand up. He growled in pain, but didn't stop moving before he faced his rider and Eragon.
Saphira, help me Eragon laid his brother on the dirty ground. It wasn't before then he noticed what must be the most severe wound. Blood ran freely from the cut on the side of his neck, starting just by the pulse and ran down along the neck and ended at the right shoulder.
It's too late Thorn growled again when he got a more clear look of Murtagh's features. He was as limp as a boned fish and his skin was as white as snow, standing out even more under the almost black hair. Eragon put his hand over the cut on Murtagh's throat and uttered the healing words, dragging the words up his throat. Ø
"Wasie heill!" blue light shone from the ØGedway Ignasia sign in his palm. He drew a deep breath when he finished. He was stronger now then the first time he used magic, but he was already dead tired. Carefully Eragon checked for other wounds that needed healing. He found out that at least two ribs was broken, but most of the wounds was cuts that he couldn't heal now.
Let us heal you too, Thorn Eragon shivered of tiredness, but pulled himself up on his feet and walked over to the red dragon. Thorn laid down again and showed him where the wound was. Shruikans claws had dug into the red dragon's chest just beside the heart.
You were lucky Eragon as he finished his healing.
When Eragon stood again, the sun was slowly rising in the horizon. Bringing them a red morning. The last urgals had been captured or killed by soldiers who had entered the fortress. The body of Galbatorix was removed by some elves. Eragon knew no more of what happened to the king's body. Other soldiers was now trying to find survivors on the battlefield while some elves and dwarfs kept their stand around Auntyr's body.
"We have to get back to the camp. Where have you left Roran" Eragon took a deep breath and looked at Saphira.
I carried him to a safe little spot inside the forest. Bolrak the dwarf was there too and said he would be sure nothing would disturb your cousin the blue dragon informed. Arya was taken care of the other elves, but still refused to leave Auntyr's side. Eragon turned back to the red dragon and his brother. Slowly he knelt by Murtagh again. He was still pale, making the scar on his face stand out. Eragon laid a hand on Murtaghs cold brow.
"Hold on now, brother" Eragon whispered and lifted him up and carried him over to Saphira.
I'll take Murtagh with me on Saphira so you can fly free Eragon told Thorn. Saphira shot up from the sky and headed to the secret spot in the forest. The clearing in the forest Saphira had told about was little, but both her and Thorn could land side by side.
"Eragon! Saphira! How glad I am to see you both!" Bolrak stood up from where he sat and walked over to the dragons.
"How many death do you have here?" Eragon asked as he scanned the little area.
"Nineteen, counting in your cousin..." Bolrak answered with a low voice and bowed his head automatically in respect,
"Is he...?" the dwarf looked at the unmoving form of Murtagh that laid infront of Eragon.
"No, he's still alive, but hardly" Eragon hurried and dried away a new tear running down his face.
"The war is over, but we have paid dearly for it. Auntyrclaug is dead and so many good men" Eragon's tidings brought sorrow to Bolrak too. They talked a little more, before Thorn offered to carry Roran's body with him.
"What about you?" Eragon asked Bolrak when Saphira was about to hit the sky again.
"Oh I stay here. The survivors know I am here" the dwarf told and the dragons left again.
There! What do ya think?
