You're Safe 14
A/N: Sorry if this chapter isn't good or anything but I haven't had sufficient sleep for more than 24 hours. I don't usually go more than a day without sleeping so I'm a little groggy at the moment. I'm only writing because I have some cool ideas I want to play with, but I have to progress the story along before I get to those ideas. So anyways, I'll do my best but remember: I'm mentally unstable at the moment. Lack of sleep equals insanity.
Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon.
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Thorn had grown considerably in the past few days. He seemed to grow in his first few days faster than Saphira had. Maybe it was because he was male. Maybe Gallbatorix tampered with his growth process while he had the poor little guy locked up. No one would ever really know.
The inmates got quieter over the days. Seeing a dragon down in the dungeons was rare indeed. But, their excitement was short-lived. Soon that crazy guy with the dragon would be moved out.
Morzan opened the door to Murtagh's cell and barked, "Move." Murtagh just looked at Morzan with a cold stare and Thorn could feel the hate through his mental link with Murtagh. "You're never coming back to this dingy cell. Now, move."
Maybe it was just Murtagh, but Morzan's voice didn't sound as twisted and menacing as it usually had. Was there a reason for that, or was Murtagh just imagining things?
Murtagh picked up Thorn, who would soon be to heavy to carry, and followed Morzan to Gallbatorix's throne room. As he got closer to the tyrant, he felt worse and worse. Today would probably be one of the worst days he'd ever have.
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Saphira? Eragon called for his dragon through their mental link. It was their third day in Ellesmera and he couldn't really sleep. He hadn't gotten enough sleep in three days to do much. It didn't surprise Saphira when he asked his next question.
Yes, Eragon?
Do you… do you ever think about Murtagh?
There isn't a day that his name doesn't pop into my head. Saphira replied, as kindly as possible. And I can tell that you think about him a lot.
Yeah… Eragon sighed. In a dream, my mother told me he's changed. She hasn't said how, but it doesn't make me feel at ease.
Saphira leaned down ad curled her tail gently around Eragon. Just remember, no matter how different he appears your brother is still alive. He's still there, and you hav to believe he will make a grand comeback.
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"Say it!" Gallbatorix boomed. He would get Murtagh to pledge his allegiance. It didn't matter how. He would make the boy his. Thorn chirped in pain as Murtagh felt it. Gallbatorix was trying to physically force an oath in the ancient language to escape Murtagh's lips. But the king underestimated Murtagh; he would not give in for a long time.
Murtagh looked over at his father, and thought he saw the man flinch. He forced himself to believe his eyes were playing tricks on him.
He looked at Thorn and saw the dragon's face twisted in pain. If Murtagh kept this up, Thorn would probably die. And then Gallbatorix would kill Murtagh. Without his dragon, he had nothing to offer.
Murtagh thought of the words Gallbatorix taught him and slowly they fell from his mouth. Gallbatorix smiled a twisted grin. "When Thorn is old enough, he will make the same oath." Gallbatorix leaned down and whispered to Murtagh, "How does it feel to be someone's property?" He let Morzan lead Murtagh out as he cackled insanely.
Murtagh clutched his dragon, and couldn't even begin to imagine the hell that awaited him.
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A/N: Sorry the chapter is short, but I need to go to sleep. Two all-nighters in one weekend is not a very smart idea. I hope you liked the chapter anyways.