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Chapter 11 – The King's Wrath

Thorn, are you all right?

Yes. Where are you?

A lone hill, standing alone in the waves of heat. Sand blows about like mist, though the sun beats down with utter finality.

Murtagh stood, his clothes ripped and torn. The edges of the rips were turned a dark red from the blood that had coursed from his body. From his left cheekbone, crossing across his mouth, to his chin was a long cut.

He snarled as his legs gave way and spat onto the dusty ground, the liquid gone almost before it hit the ground. A rush of wind overhead announced Thorn's arrival. He landed, a few yards from Murtagh, gracefully for one his size.

We should head back to the King.

Murtagh grimaced. If we go back now without the girl, the King, though we are one of the last of our kind, will have us killed.

The girl and Aseil know nothing else. They will serve the King to the end, even if they die.

I'm not so sure. Did you see how she looked at my brother, Eragon? Surely, handsome Eragon, will have convinced her to stay and help him? Murtagh gave an empty laugh. The soft fool. He would rather not kill, if he had a choice.

True, but she would not last long among the Varden. They will tear her to pieces before she has a chance to say she has changed and knew nothing of our plans.

Murtagh seemed to consider this. We should fly back to Uru-Baen and heal ourselves. I… have not the strength for healing all these wounds. Even with you combined, I doubt I could. THEN, and only then, we shall go back. If Kiatra has already given herself over to the Varden, we will kill her.

Thorn nodded and crawled closer to Murtagh. He grabbed on of Thorn's spikes, and with a burst of sudden energy, he pulled himself into the saddle.

Looking towards the west, he could see the silent flicker of a bonfire. His lips parted in a silent snarl as Thorn's wings began to surge up and down. I will get you, Kiatra Dragon Rider.

As Thorn's body was lost to the darkness, a flicker of lightning could be seen in the western horizon.

It's short, I know. I was trying to get a chapter out today and make it good. What do you think? Anyway, as reply to my nice reviewers…

Khori, I like writing the chapters for everybody. Yes, the wolf with the eyes will be explained later on. Thank you for warning me about the rush of plot. I tried not to do it this time, slap me if I start up again, okay? Don't worry, I have LOTS more plot left. :smile:

Vulpix4Life, Kiatra & Eragon, together, is a whole new relationship. (I'm gonna rant now) Kiatra has never really had any male friends, nor has she known any male. The King and Murtagh never really talked to her, and her personality, corresponding with Eragon's, make her want to tease him because it embarrasses him. Eragon doesn't really know Kiatra, but the way she acts with him makes him want to spend time with her. Kiatra is just flirting with Eragon, she doesn't love him and I don't plan on making her love him. (End rant) Sorry about that, I hope it made sense. :sweatdrop: Anyway, I designed her clothes so she can move around easier and it protects her when she fights and when she flies Aseil. For example, the poofy skirt w/ shorts underneath provides a comfy cushion :heart: while it also allows her to move around when she can't with a dress. Whoa, that's a long reply. T.T

SylviaSnickers:gasp: How'd you know I'm not organized? My room looks like a war zone… Eh, heh, heh, heh. Sorry Mom:guilty grin: I know, I wish I had Kiatra's clothes! I LUFF THEM:huggles:

I know you all get tired of me saying this but:

I LUFF YOU & R&R! Sounds like rest and relaxation… But anyway, see you tomorrow.

-Wolfie, Labor Day 2005