Jo
By:Novicewriter
So sorry, High school is taking it's toll. I really wanted to write yesterday, but I passed out at like 7. Anyway, here is finally the next chapter!!!
Eragon
Eragon and Jo were on Saphira on their way toward Surda. Nausada had sent them a message, Galbatorix was coming, and they needed Eragon there. God I hate this, Finally some good news, and now here we are again. War included.
Eragon, you need to be more optimistic. One of the best things that will ever happen to you, has happened, and all you can think about is what will go wrong? Saphira accused Eragon.
I know, but still, this isn't the best timing, you just watch, something will happen to me, or worse, Jo.
Try to be optimistic, this isn't what Jo needs to hear, and you know it, said Saphira sternly.
I know, but still. I'm just being realistic.
Well, stop it!
"Eragon, when do you think we will be there, I'm worried about this battle, I have a bad feeling," whispered the red head.
"There is absolutely nothing to worry about Jo. I promise you, everything will be fine." Eragon comforted.
"Do you think Murtagh will be there, or the king?"
"I don't know. We will probably be able to tell if the king were to come. We have many elves coming to help, they and I will be able to sense that a mile away."
"Your sure?" Jo asked skeptically again, her brows furrowing downward.
"Yes, I am positive."
"How positive?" Jo asked now smiling.
"As positive as I am about how I love you."
"That sure huh?"
"Yes," answered Eragon sternly and sure of himself.
"I can accept that," whispered Jo again.
The rest of the flight was in silence.
Murtagh.
The king said his plan another couple of times just in one day, and Murtagh now was sure he could recite it right from the kings mouth. The young man stared up at the roof of his tent and thought of ways to postpone this fight as long as possible. It didn't matter how, Eragon had to be there, and Jo could not. The king to easily tell what he was thinking if he wanted to, but Galbatorix seemed absorbed by his own master plan that he had barely spoken of anything else, if he spoke at all. Murtagh didn't mind the king's silence one bit, life was easier this way.
Thorn?
Yes Murtagh, what is it this time? Thorn had been telling Murtagh to give up on plans the entire march, but Murtagh would not be swayed, there had to be a way.
I might have a plan, but it is risky.
Can't be more risky than the 'lets let Thorn try to hurt Shruiken' idea.
It is, and if it helps, I admit it was a stupid idea.
Yes, now what is the new plan?
I think if maybe I got hurt-
NO! Thorn quickly cut the young man off.
Why not?
I wont let you hurt yourself! The ruby dragon yelled.
Fine, but just out of curiosity, do you think it would work?
I wont tell you, yours is a loaded question, if I say no you will try to prove me wrong, if I say yes, you will do it anyway.
Murtagh was careful to hide his thoughts, it was the only way, and Murtagh knew it. He cut off the conversation and got out a knife, keeping the barriers around his mind strong. He grabbed a knife and walked out of the tent. He made sure the king saw him walk by to make this convincing. "I'm going on a walk to clear my head, I will be back soon Lord Galbatorix." said Murtagh quietly. The king just nodded, deep in thought.
The young man walked a little ways and found the nearest soldier who was alone and spoke, "What is your name?" Murtagh asked staring intently at the youth n front of him.
"Roger," the young man answered swiftly, saluting Murtagh and bowing low. Murtagjh pulled out a pouch and handed the young man several gold coins.
"Roger, I want you to stab me in to gut right here." Murtagh took out a piece of coal and marked a thin line in his gut. The young man gave Murtagh a questioning look. Definitely questioning the rider's sanity.
"Why?"
"No questions, you wont get in trouble, stab me and run. If you tell anyone of this I swear to god I will kill you and your family. Wear this." The young rider threw a mask at Roger, and the soldier put it on. Murtagh folded the coins in Roger's hand and then stood frozen. Roger pulled back the knife and gunned it into Murtagh's stomach then ran. Murtagh fell to the ground. Thorn felt that and started to try desperately to get into his riders mind.
Stay where you are Thorn. Until I say.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!
Way to much. Go! Thorn took off and whizzed right by the king. This shook Galbatorix from his battle planning and up following the ruby dragon. Thorn arrived as Murtagh lay shaking, The young rider had not expected it to hurt this much, but he had lived through worse. Blood was spilling from the wound, a lot of it from what Murtagh could see.
"Murtagh, what happened?" The king yelled threateningly at the rider laying on the ground.
The young rider coughed then answered weakly, "One...of the men, he...attacked me."
"Which one?" the king asked frantic. Murtagh knew better than to think because of Murtagh's well being, no he was worried how this would affect his plan.
"He...was waring a...mask." Galbatorix healed the wound easily and had some men carry Murtagh to the tent, for he was still lightheaded from the loss of blood.
That was stupid Murtagh! The ruby dragon yelled at his rider, How can you be so stupid, that soldier is going to be killed. The king will search you mind and when he does the soldier will be found easily.
No, I thought of that, no one will know him. Especially not the king.
That was still idiotic.
I know, but to kill time, desperate measures must be taken.
Okay, this chapter was surprisingly easy to write, it only took forever. Stupid high school, CAN'T THEY SEE I HAVE FANFIC TO WRITE!!!