UGH, I have an awful stomachache! I can't believe it… : sniff: But, the story must go on… even if it sucks… suddenly I have been hating my writing worse then ever… It's probably my oh-poor-me personality coming out. I hope it doesn't come out often. I'm sorry; I know you probably don't like me whining like this, so here I go.
Chapter 13 – A Little More Time
Murtagh saddled Thorn, no emotions showing on his face, though inside, he was seething with anger. The King was more then upset over the loss of Kiatra. He was furious!
"SHE HASN'T EVEN SWORN TO ME IN THE ANCIENT LANGUAGE!" he roared, brandishing his sword and swinging it about. As it swung back, it knocked over a valuable pottery piece and knocked it to the ground, smashing it to pieces.
Murtagh had learned it was better not to move at all during the King's rages. It reminded him of his father when he had anger pangs. It was a time like that when Murtagh had gotten the scar on his back.
Murtagh frowned. It wasn't fair. Eragon's scar was gone, and he still had his. Well, he would show his little brother. With an angry snarl, he pulled himself onto Thorn's back. His scar still ached, even after all these years, the pain increased from the attack on Eragon in the Burning Plains.
Thorn glanced up at Murtagh, decided against commenting, and took off, circling the highest tower once before heading into the sunset, a blood-red dragon and a blood-red night.
A single roar was heard before Thorn and Murtagh disappeared, ready to destroy lives to get what they wanted.
Kiatra yawned. The party had gone on for more than 5 hours. It was late at night, and she was tired. Eragon was gone when she had looked for him, and she had decided to come back alone. A few steps from the tent, she noticed something was wrong. It was too quiet. Always, always, there was some noise in the camp. Especially now, since they would be leaving the Burning Plains to go back to Surda tomorrow.
A roar split the air. Kiatra ducked and cried, Aseil! Where are you? No answer. She tried once more, and then tried Saphira. Saphira! Aseil is not answering! What's happening!
We're being attacked! The jolt of realization hit Kiatra like an arrow, burying itself in her stomach.
"Eragon!" she cried, dashing into the tent and crashing into Eragon, who was in the process of pulling on his boots. "No time!" She grabbed his arm and his sword, which was lying on the bed. I'm so lucky I have my sword with me. She thought.
Help us! Hurry! Saphira called. Kiatra lengthened her strides, behind her, Eragon yelled in pain as his shoe-less feet knocked against a sharp rock.
Kiatra stopped. This was where they were supposed to be, but she could hear and see nothing. She could hear nothing but Eragon's and her own panting.
"What-" Eragon asked, his words cut off.
Thorn's head emerged from the darkness surrounding them, grabbing Eragon's arms with his teeth.
"NO!" Kiatra yelled, slashing down on Thorn's head and creating a bloody gash on his nose. The dragon withdrew back into the dark. "Are you okay?" she asked Eragon, shakily.
Eragon nodded, a movement barely seen in the dark. "God, he bit me hard."
"Look out!" Kiatra moved into a defensive stance. A flash of movement… then nothing.
"Where's Saphira & Aseil?" Eragon said in a low voice, now on his feet and his sword drawn.
"Can you contact them? I tried contacting Aseil, but it didn't work. I talked to Saphira though. She said she was here, with Aseil. At least I think she meant that."
A moment passed then. "No." Eragon said, amazed. "I can't reach either one…"
"We can't wait here. BRISINGR!" Kiatra shouted, holding her arm above her head. A beacon of flame appeared in her hand, casting enough light to see something…
"Murtagh!" Kiatra yelled in surprise.
"Yes Kiatra." Murtagh held Za'roc limp in his right hand. With a sick feeling, Kiatra watched a trickle of blood make its journey down the blade and slip to the ground to be swallowed up by dust.
Kiatra swallowed the dry lump in her throat. "Murtagh… who did you hurt?"
"I thought you'd ask." Murtagh gave an insane grin. In the light, his eyes seemed to dance about, making him look like a demon. He slowly ran his tongue down the flat edge of the blade, licking up the blood. "Though dearest Eragon would like to know more then you." Eragon gasped. "She's not dead. Yet."
Kiatra began to shiver, and her knees collapsed. "No. Not Saphira." She whispered, her eyes wide.
"Kiatra… run. Go and get Nasuada." Eragon whispered, prodding her gently with the tip of his foot. She nodded and slowly raised herself onto her feet.
"NOW!" Eragon cried, diving towards Murtagh. Kiatra began to run after him, but stopped and ran back. Please… help! She felt her feet lose contact with the ground, and a sharp pain in her shoulder. Thorn! NO! Kiatra screamed and squirmed, but she could not let the huge red dragon let her go.
"ERAGON!" Dimly, as though watching a movie, she saw Eragon turn. Look out! She tried to yell, but her mouth was unable to open. She watched as Murtagh drove Za'roc through Eragon's stomach, saw him fall to the ground. She could see nothing else. Tears blinded her eyes. Vaguely, she felt Thorn release her, and she tumbled to the ground.
After a while, she felt hands touching her, forcing something into her mouth. Her whole mind screamed, 'Get up! Run!' but she could not move, only wait until the drug Murtagh had given her made her fall into darkness.
Murtagh watched her, motionless. She had fallen asleep a while ago, unharmed except for the damage Thorn had done. He growled. He would have to have a word with that dragon.
He turned around as Eragon stirred, his sword going to his belt. He was going to bring him to the King. After all, Saphira and Aseil could not breed without their Riders. He had saved Eragon, but only because the King asked him to. A little ways away, Aseil and Saphira lay in chains, parallel to each other, both awake but unable to move, except when Murtagh wanted them to.
"Thorn." He called, rising. He secured Eragon in Aseil's saddle, and Kiatra in Saphira's. He stood over her, watching her chest rise and fall. Shaking his head, he mounted Thorn. The red dragon drove the other two into the sky, herding them the way they wanted to go.
In the saddle, Murtagh leaned back. No one would know the two Riders were missing until morning. That was plenty of time.
NYYEEEEE. I hate this chapter. The first two paragraphs were good, but then it sunk into suckiness. Ah, be happy! Says other, happier, Wolfie. Angry, sad, disappointed Wolfie says, SHUT UP!
Liquid Earth, I hope I didn't disappoint in this chapter:smile:
Daydreamin' Angel, I should put more detail in. I'm trying really hard, but every single time I put in details, they stink so I delete them. I tried to put in more today though.
Vulpix4Life, one question answered. Kiatra had not been sworn in yet before she left Uru-Baen. The King forgot this, and it was a bad mistake to make. Kiatra was raised in a way to only help herself, you forget she didn't stay long with the King; she spent most of her life moving around. She believes what's told to her unless its proved wrong. It's always worked for her. In case you didn't notice, Nasuada doesn't exactly trust her. Eragon is always following her about, why do you think Kiatra has to stay where he stays? Arya doesn't trust her, and neither does Nasuada. And no, she doesn't miss the Empire. Kiatra was taught to fight, run, do whatever you can to stay alive. She never really liked the King, and she didn't like staying in the castle. I hope that answered your questions! Goodness, I tend to write a lot for your answers!
Korona123, I'm sorry to say that Kiatra won't ever be with Eragon, but eventually she will love him. I won't tell you now, it'll ruin the story!