You're Safe chapter 10
You're Safe chapter 10
A/N: So there was a big cliffie in the last chapter and I'm sure you're all anxious to see what happens so on with the chapter!
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"Aren't you happy to see me? Morzan chided. Murtagh could say nothing. Eragon knew he had to stay with Murtagh, but Murtagh wanted him to be safe. Eragon reluctantly flew away. "Durza!" Morzan barked. "Get the dragon rider. I'll handle this one." Durza swiftly followed Eragon as Morzan approached his son. "You've grown a lot in the last fifteen years, but that's to be expected." Murtagh snarled. "Why did your bitch of a mother take you away?" Murtagh tried to control his emotions. Morzan used emotion to his advantage. "I'll find out someday." Morzan drew his sword. "So, have you learned to fight? Did Tornac teach you?"
"Yes." Murtagh ground out his response.
"Let's see how well he did." Morzan sneered and jumped at his son. In a flash, Murtagh unsheathed his blade and blocked his father's blow. They attacked each other with passion and anger. Murtagh's rage filled attacks sent sparks flying in the air. The sound of clashing blades filled the cave as everyone watched the battle between father and son progress.
Ajihad walked up next to Hrothgar and said, "Well, now we know that Murtagh really is on our side." Hrothgar nodded. "But will he live through this?"
Hrothgar responded, his gaze not flickering away from the duel. "We can only hope."
Murtagh and his father lunged at each other. The force of the blow sent them flying backwards. As soon as they touched the ground, they attacked each other again. On and on it went, with no end in sight. "Tornac taught you well." Morzan said with mock praise. That only made Murtagh angrier and he flew at his father. The sound from the crash of the blades rang through out the cave.
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It was hard for Eragon to focus on his battle. As he was fighting the shade, Murtagh was fighting their father. There was no way he could defeat the strongest of the thirteen forsworn! No! Eragon reprimanded himself. You have to believe in Murtagh!
Eragon tried hard to focus on the battle, but the Shade's taunts only made it worse.
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Breathing heavily, the father and son stood glaring at each other. Morzan sheathed Zar'roc, the same sword that cut Murtagh fifteen years ago. Confused, Murtagh tensed. "Lucky for me," Morzan began, "I am a dragon rider."
Abruptly, pain exploded in Murtagh. Everywhere hurt. His mind was racked with pain as the rest of his body was assaulted with black magic. Morzan walked to his son. Ajihad and Hrothgar tried to move to defend Murtagh but Morzan threatened, "If you move, he dies." Murtagh began to shake violently from the pain. It hurt so much. He didn't know what was going on, or where he was anymore. All he knew was that everything hurt like hell. He couldn't protect himself. He didn't even feel it when Morzan picked him up and threw him on Scar.
Ajihad and Hrothgar watched as Morzan flew away with his son. The battle began again and everyone tried to pretend that nothing had happened.
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When Eragon woke up, he didn't realize that something was wrong. Arya and Angela looked at him. Eragon tried to sit up, but his back hurt too much. "What happened?" He asked groggily.
"You killed the shade." Angela said, smiling warmly. "But in the process he wounded you. You have a scar on your back from your right shoulder to your left hip." It took Eragon a minute to process the information. Then, it dawned on him.
"Where is Murtagh?" He asked, his voice full of worry. No one said anything. The two women just looked at each other with concerned expression. "Where is Murtagh?" Eragon demanded again, this time more angry and worried.
Arya answered, "Murtagh fought Morzan bravely, but in the end it was not enough. Morzan rendered him unconscious and took him away."
Shook was plastered on Eragon's face. Murtagh was gone? Morzan captured him? Eragon's world began to swim before his eyes as he swayed unsteadily back and forth. "It's not true…" He mumbled. Murtagh couldn't be gone. In a minute, Murtagh would jump out laughing and teasing Eragon for failing for the trick. Eragon fell back down and as he fell asleep, he could almost hear Murtagh's laugh.
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Murtagh woke up in a small tent, big enough for one person to fit inside and nothing else. He saw that his wrists and feet were bound and he had something covering his mouth. He saw shadows moving outside the camp and fires blazing. It had to be night. He wiggled around and peered out the slit in the tent opening. Only a small unit of men had made it out of Farthen Dur, and this was all of them. Gallbatorix would not be pleased. Murtagh saw no sign of Morzan.
He lied back down and waited for a while, sure that Morzan would come visit him. He was not wrong. Eventually, the tall, twisted man dragged Murtagh out of the tent. Murtagh just looked at him with fury. Morzan hauled Murtagh to a clearing away from the camp where Scar was. He removed the cloth around his son's mouth.
"Bastard!" Murtagh shouted. Morzan frowned.
"It would be smart to keep your insults to yourself." Morzan cautioned his son. He glared at Murtagh. "Why did your mother take you away?" Morzan demanded.
"To save us from you!" Murtagh shouted. He wished to rip Morzan's head off, but he was still bound.
"'Us' as in you and herself?" Morzan asked. "Or someone else?"
Murtagh snarled. "She ran away to protect me and herself from you." Murtagh glared back at his father. Morzan bent down and whispered in his ear.
"I believe it is far to late for that."
"BASTARD!" Murtagh yelled again, this time with more anger. Morzan kicked his son in the stomach and slapped his head. The last thing Murtagh saw was Morzan preparing to strike him again.
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A/N: Poor Murtagh! Well I hope the chapter was good. I'll update as soon as I can!