Skew
Present day...
Even though Eragon had been calm and logical when he had rambled off the number of advantages to Murtagh living with the elves, Murtagh knew that changing his and Thorn's lone lifestyle honestly wasn't an option.
Like Eragon's nature of trying to work things out in a peaceful way rather than blunt confrontation, he had tried to make it sound like an advantage. Here he could learn even more words (because it seemed the Ancient Language had as many tomes as total speakers) and the elves could teach Thorn the way to fly - the right way to fly. Not the way the Shruikan had been forced to learn and then had been forced to teach Thorn. The best way to gauge an enemy's guts and hearts was not the right way fly.
And maybe it was positive for his fate, but Murtagh knew that he would still be confined. And maybe that exactly was his sole fate: to always be in the grip of another.
While the elves were scared, it was understandable to a fundamental level. They were just about to embark into a new, long-desired peacetime and were now acutely aware to dangers, should they present themselves. The rider supposed that he, whose mind and will had been twisted by the darkest king himself, wasn't entirely safe for the world outside a powerful forest.
He had seen their slicing gazes towards him through the fire all those nights ago still. The deep, glowing red mulberry sparks did nothing to hide their soundless caution.
Color theme 069: Mulberry; Word Count: 250
Posted on the 14th of January, 2011