Chp.14

An: hola dudes and dudettes!! New chapter!!! Yeah!!! Will Murtagh and Cyril be rescued? Who knows? Read on to find out!

He wanted them to suffer, to feel pain beyond that they ever. His two prisoners were weak now. Pain and grief were just ways to survive. He fed off their fears and pains, growing stronger everyday. But his power was dwindling. Keeping a firm hold on the urgal troop he had assembled was draining. The door to his room opened with a bang and his accomplice walked in uncertain.

"What is it?" The changer lord, drawled. His voice deep and cunning.

"My…my lord…today is a feeding day." The smaller changer stammered.

"Your point?" The lord growled growing impatient.

"Would you like me to bring them to you?"

"Yes! Yes!" The lord growled to the retreating back of the changer, now in the form of Murtagh's brother, Eragon. He'd seen him only a few times and some of the details were wrong. He preferred his form. It was lithe and easy to move around in. But the changer lord knew that he'd take another form before he retrieved the prisoners.

'How did my father deal with these people?!" The lord thought. There was a thunk as the door slid open. The two prisoners landed at his feet. Murtagh was screaming in utter pain and slid to his knees.

"Do you feel it?" The lord sneered. "The pain of me taking over your life away. Taking your memories from you? Can you feel it?"

"Leave him be! Stop hurting him!" Cyril cried. "Please!"

"HA! You're nothing but weak humans!! I will take his life."

"NO!!!" Cyril screamed, Murtagh's screams echoed off the wall. Murtagh flung back his body with the pain, as if he was losing his very essence himself. His screams grew louder and louder. His body convulsed and writhed as the changer fed off of him. He suddenly he slumped to the ground, his breathing shallow.

"I'll let him live for now…" The lord said. "With his worst memories."

"Mur…Murtagh…" Cyril said, moving her hand through his hair. Then suddenly he attacked her. She lurched forward, knowing she had no more to give. She slumped on the ground and cracked her eyes open. "Ungh…no…"

"Lyvin!" The lord yelled. The young changer entered quickly.

"Yes, my lord?" He asked.

"Take the blind one. I have no use for her. I require the rider."

"Yes my lord." Lyvin said, pulling Cyril out by her hair.

"Now, rider…" The changer lord sneered. "I will comb your mind now."

Murtagh gasped as again the searing pain effulged him again. His screams echoed off the walls and his body lurched around. His screams grew softer as he withdrew from Murtagh's mind. The door burst open and the young changer charged in.

"My lord! I'm sorry to intrude, but there are people advancing on us." He said out of breath. His hair still bristly from being a horse. "We must hurry to fortify ourselves! They will be here in hours! Shall I take the boy?"

"No…Let them come…" The lord said calmly. "Leave the boy here. Lead them to the doors, stay inconspicuous."

"But…why?" Lyvin asked. Uncertainty in his voice. "Why lead them here?"

"Do NOT question ME!" The lord roared, and Lyvin winced and left quickly. "Well, rider, the time has come."

A few hours later…

"They're here." Lyvin told the lord. Murtagh lay unconscious on the floor, crumpled. The door burst open and Eragon and Arya enter. They were angry and tired, but the minute they saw the lord, they froze.

"You!" Eragon growled. "Where is my brother?!"

"Tsk…Tsk…Demanding a king around…You should no better.." The changer growled. "He's here."

"Give him to us!" Eragon demanded. "Where is he?!"

"Here." The lord said, kicking Murtagh's unconscious body towards them. "He's all yours…and so is the girl."

"Murtagh!" Cyril cried as she was thrown on top of him. Eragon and Arya ran towards them. Worry in their eyes.

"Who do you think you are!" Eragon growled and he took Zangetsu out of its sheath. "How dare you hurt my brother!"

Eragon roared and threw himself at the lord. The lord dodged easily.

"You think you can touch me? HA!" The lord laughed. "No one can touch a son of Durza!"

"D…Durza!?" Arya gasped.

"Yes Durza, you wentch!" He yelled moving away from Eragon.

"Who birthed you?" Eragon growled, taking another swing at the lord.

"She didn't tell you?" He said evily.

"Tell me what?" Eragon asked.

"My mother is…"

"Who is it!?" Eragon yelled. His swing coming dangerously close to the lord.

"Arya."

An: Hate me if you wish, but this will be explained in full in the next chapter. So please don't leave me cause of this! I will say this though…Durza never touched her! The birth was by magic. You'll see I promise! Don't leave me!