Dead to Me
A/N Murtagh was my favorite character (besides Saphira), and I was crushed that he was turned bad. I believed he was dead for like a second, and then I'm like, "No one in their right mind would off Morzan's son!" but I wanted him to come back good, so now I'm really sad. I just was thinking of this conversation in my head so I decided to write it down.
It's really short, but enjoy.
Murtagh lifted Zar'roc and held it upright before his chest. "So be it. I take my inheritance from you, brother. Farewell." He turned to leave.
"Don't call me that." Eragon said suddenly. Murtagh turned, that smile on his face again.
"What? Brother? You might as well accept it, Eragon. Only fools deny blood." Eragon looked at him.
"No brother of mine would ever do Galbatorix's bidding, even with the ancient language. If it were me, I would have rather died. But you are not my brother, and he is your father, so why should you?" Murtagh remained silent. Eragon continued.
"I have thought you dead for so long. Now you are standing in front of me, clear as day. But tell me: now that you have all this power at your finger tips, now that you are a Rider; would you come back, if you weren't sworn to Galbatorix?"
The question caught Murtagh off guard. His mouth opened slightly, but no answer came out. Eragon looked at him sadly.
"Then you really are dead. Dead to me." The spell released his legs, and he turned away from his old friend, and walked away, back to the Varden.
