Eragon4Life/Vulpix4Life, NYEEEE you're making my brain hurt. T.T Arya is about 100 years old, according to 'Eldest'. I know she acts jealous thanks to me, but I can't connect with Arya that well and be able to portray emotions for me. All my characters are people that are very open about what they think, so its very hard for me to show Arya's true personality. Just pretend she's acting like she's supposed to. :guilty look: As for Galbatorix, in my story, he is basically crazy. I know… he wouldn't forget, but work with me here! Otherwise we wouldn't have a story, in my opinion. :cough: Okay, maybe we would but it would still be kinda bad, though this story is already… As for Eragon, you forget he's very strong and both he and Murtagh can use magic. If you cry, 'No he can't!', remember: in 'Eldest' he killed King Hrothgar by magic. He is capable of doing great magic for some reason, though in 'Eragon' supposedly he couldn't. Go ask Christopher Paolini. Another, Murtagh was bluffing about almost killing Saphira. I meant to introduce that in the next chapter, but I guess it doesn't make a lot of sense. I seem to write a lot for your responses! However, thanks a lot for your helpful reviewing. SOMEDAY, IN THE DISTANT FUTURE, I SHALL ACTUALLY WRITE A GOOD CHAPTER:everyone gasps in surprise:

Others: Really? That's a first!

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And don't you know I update soon! I always do! BTW, Lifey (YAY CEREAL) I really do enjoy you're comments. They are very insightful. I have read part of some of your stories, and you are a very good writer. I hope to be as good as you someday!

Khori, my parents are the same. I will never understand the adult race. God I hate that chapter. It's really bad but I couldn't think of another way to have Eragon and Kiatra kidnapped. Murtagh didn't hurt Saphira, as I said to Vulpix4Life in the above… well many paragraphs. The blood he used was Thorn's. UGH Murtagh is really creepy. I had to listen to creepy music to write this chapter; otherwise it would turn out really weird. (It already is weird!) A random bout of randomness for the switching off in dragons. I was going to put both Eragon and Kiatra on Thorn with Murtagh, but Thorn wouldn't be able to carry all that. I forgot to remove the chain part. I first had it like that and then decided he was holding them by magic. That was a typo on my part.

Koro-Chan, thank you:smile: It makes me happy you like it. Its so frustrating for me because I'm trying to improve on my writing and even though I try to grasp things like description and flawless plotline, I still can't get them, and it makes me mad. Thanks so much for your words of encouragement!

Liquid Earth, I really like that sentence too. It's the best in that chapter in my opinion. Thank you:smile:

Fellow Cake Criminal, Code Name Hotarya, You know… I should use that excuse. However, no, it was random bout of randomness. XP BTW, I found some nice carrot cake to throw… :shifty glance:

Chapter 14 – Back in Hell

Kiatra slowly opened her eyes, and gasped. The pain in her shoulders was immense. Sitting up, she gingerly touched her shoulders and felt the rough feeling of a bandage. Her room was bare. White walls, ceiling. She was lying on a small bed, rather like a cot, with course white blankets. Even her clothes were white. A white dress, with a white sash. It had spaghetti straps while regular sleeves would have rubbed at her wound.

Aseil? She asked cautiously. Nothing. Not even a feeling of emotions. Utterly alone, Kiatra cried. She was trapped, no way to help Eragon, Saphira, or Aseil. She couldn't even help herself. She cried for the pain she knew she had caused, for the betrayal the Varden would feel when they found both of them gone. She had ruined everything. All because of her and her stupidity.

Turning to the wall, she closed her eyes, willing the tears to stop and her hiccups to fade. It was a long time before they did, and even longer for her to fall asleep.

When she awoke, the room had changed. A small desk, a chair and a window had appeared. Hopefully, Kiatra reached for her magic to knock aside the bars and climb out. Anger formed in her stomach as she felt the small corner of her mind that held her magic, but could not breach it.

Deciding to ignore this for now, she climbed out of bed and walked cautiously to the desk. A small bowl of a kind of soup was there, along with a hunk of bread and a cup of water. Kiatra avoided those, though she felt her stomach growling anxiously to be fed.

Beside the food was a piece of paper. On it, in flowing script, was a note from Murtagh.

Kiatra,

When you awake, I want you to eat the food. I promise its not drugged. The King will be coming soon, and you need to eat. He will make you swear to him in the ancient language, so as not to try and get away again. Aseil is fine. I have disabled your connection. I will come for you soon.

Murtagh.

Kiatra threw the note down in disgust. She would never trust Murtagh again. Angrily, she grabbed the bowl of soup and spilled it over the white sheets of her bed. Crumbling the breadcrumbs, she scattered them over the pillow. As for the bowl of water, she spilled it over the note. With satisfaction, she noted the way the ink flowed from the carefully written words.

Striding to the window, she pressed her face against the bars, smelling the fresh air, and along with it, a forbidden freedom. She didn't know how long she stayed there, watching the shapes of the clouds, whether it was for 5 minutes or a few hours.

The door clicked open, and Murtagh stepped through. His eyes flashed to the ruined bed and the soggy note, then to Kiatra, who was glaring at him with utmost hate.

He held up a bundle of clothes. Kiatra grabbed them and snapped, "Get out." He obliged. Kiatra buried her face in the wonderful periwinkle cloth. They were the same clothes she had had in the Burning Plains. One sleeve was partly ripped, but other than that, the clothes were perfectly fine.

She stripped off the white dress, rubbing the perfect white cloth into the soup-stained blanket on the bed, and pulled on her shirt and skirt, even spending the time to lace up her boots and finger-brush her hair. She noticed her dagger was missing from her belt.

Done, she knocked on the door. It opened and she slipped out. Murtagh grasped her arm, and she jerked away, her chin up. He sighed and walked down the hall, stopping at yet another door. He knocked on it, opened, and slipped inside, pulling Kiatra with him.

Eragon sat on the bed, his head in his hands. His room was identical to Kiatra's, though there was no window and no desk. He started as he heard them come in, and stared at them, his cinnamon eyes wide.

"You traitor." He said to Kiatra, glaring at her as he had the first time he had seen her.

"She's not a traitor." Murtagh said in the same quiet voice. "Come. Now." Eragon got up, defeated. He snapped an iron ring around Eragon's arm. "If you try to run, or if you attack me or the King, it will shock you. You will not survive it."

Murtagh led both of them out. Down one hallway, up a flight of stairs… Kiatra forgot which way they went. Finally, they were in the hall where Aseil had hatched. The King sat on his throne. To the left of the throne was Aseil, and to the right was Saphira. Kiatra saw Eragon's eyes widen at the sight of the two dragons in chains, utterly helpless.

"Ah, yes. Our two… special guests." Galbatorix rose from his throne, descended the stairs, and strode up to them, a triumphant smirk on his face. He grabbed Kiatra's chin and forced her head up, staring at her closely. Kiatra shook her head and spat on the floor. She could feel herself shaking.

"Tsk, tsk." He clucked his tongue. "Seems our delicate little Kiatra got a bit of spunk while she was on vacation." He turned to Eragon. "Eragon Shadeslayer. You look quite handsome, no wonder Kiatra couldn't resist you."

"You didn't come here for idle chatter."

"No, I didn't. As you wish." He strode back to the throne. "Shall we begin?" Kiatra felt forces attack her mind. She fought furiously, but to no avail. She felt her memories searched, and felt disappointment radiate from the King.

"Repeat after me." The King said. Eragon stared at her, horrified.

He had to help her! But there was nothing he could do.

No… Kiatra squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a cold tear sliding down her cheek. Within a few seconds, it was over. Kiatra gasped as a sharp pain racked her body.

"Answer me, Kiatra!"

Kiatra tried to stop the words from coming out of her mouth. "Yes, King Galbatorix."

Haha! Now he's had her swear! NYYYEEE! Please stay tuned R&R!