Well, no new reviews to comment on. Oh well here is the next chapter. And for the Murtaug fans, (like me) it's from his point of view. I hope it turns out well!

Kelsey: Who is Murtaug?

Dreamer: Your hopeless

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As they reached end, of the seemingly boundless line of people, Murtaug turned to look at Eragon.

He was sitting on Saphira's saddle, and scanning the crowd for something, someone.

Murtaug saw, with a pang of guilt that Ayra was not there.

Eragon never saw Ayra, did he? Thought Murtaug.

Ajihad was waiting for them, at the end of the tunnel.

"My brothers, and sisters! People of the Varden!" yelled Ajihad over the wave of talking people. "We are gathered to see off the great rider Eragon, and mighty warrior Murtaug!"

The people began to cheer enthusiastically.

"We hope that you will keep them in your prayers, and honor their bravery."

The crowed roared again, as Eragon and Murtaug finally reached where Ajihad stood.

"Now I say good bye to you my brothers, and may your swords stay sharp."

Both boys nodded in recognition, and walked off toward the evening sky.

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Murtaug's good spirit died slightly, as he sat eyes on the endless stretch of sand.

Eragon whistled through his teeth.

"I forgot how long this desert was." Said Eragon.

Murtaug did not reply, he just watched as Eragon and Saphira soared off into the night sky.

Murtaug rolled his eyes slightly, and urged Caddoc forward. He was going to cross as much of this desert as possible, before it gets to hot.

They road for hours, through miles and miles of dry sand.

Murtaug watched as the stars began to fade, and vaguely wondered why they left at night.

Soon, Eragon and Saphira landed a little ways ahead.

We have found a nice place to rest for an hour or so. Came a Female voice in his head.

Saphira sent him a brief picture of their location.

Caddoc skidded to a halt, as they reached their destination.

"This is nice?" asked Murtaug.

"It's the best we could do."

The 'clearing' was more of a valley in the center of three large sand dunes. It was rather large, large enough at least to hold two horses, two humans and a dragon.

"Its not that bad," said Eragon yawning.

Murtaug watched as Eragon took out a dwarf woven blanket and laid it in the sand. Resting himself in it, he almost immediately fell asleep.

Murtaug sighed and turned to Saphira, who was resting her head on her tail, asleep as well.

"Alone again." Said Murtaug still watching his sleeping companions. He had always been alone. Even when he was a child, his mother left, and his father was never really there. When escaping from the castle, his only friend Caddoc was killed in the attempt. Even now, when he is traveling with Eragon and Saphira. He will always be the loner, the outcast. What he would give to find someone like himself. To find someone who is alone as well. Yes, he would give the world for that.

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Just as Murtaug had finally managed to get to sleep, it seemed that he was just woken up again by Eragon.

"Time to leave." Said Eragon stifling a yawn.

Murtaug nodded drowsily, and helped Eragon pack their preventions.

"Alright," said Eragon warily, I'll take Snowfire now. Okay?"

That didn't make sense." Commented Saphira.

"Snow well.'

"Oh well," corrected Murtaug.

"Uh-huh." Muttered Eragon.

Eragon climbed clumsily onto Snowfire and began to ride forward. Saphira spread her wings, and flew into the morning sky, leaving Murtaug to catch up with Eragon.

It wasn't long before Eragon took refuge of Saphira's back. Snowfire was being guided by Saphira's thoughts, so Murtaug was not stuck with the job of leading her. Murtaug grew extremely board, and began to daydream. His mind wandered to Nasuada. He found him self-wishing that she was there, some one for him to talk to. Looking ahead of him, he saw a large cloud of dust rising from the ground. It looked almost like a-

'Eragon!' Murtaug yelled mentally.

'Yes, I see it to' came the reply.

Murtaug looked up as Saphira and Eragon landed before him.

"What is it?" asked Murtaug.

'We don't know. I have better eyes than you humans, and even I cannot tell.'

"Should we hide?"

"No." answered Eragon stubbornly. "The empire knows of us. We will fight."

"Eh, Eragon." Began Murtaug, "Hate to ruin your moment of bravery but not everyone in this desert is out to get you."

Saphira laughed loudly, and Eragon's ears turned red.

"Be that as it may," snapped Eragon, "If need be, we fight."

"Fair enough." Said Murtaug laughing.

As the cloud grew closer, they could hear noises. It sounded like yelling, crying.

They watched as the figures came into view.

There was a group of men chasing what looked like a child on horseback.

"What the-" Eragon was cut off as the child fell off his horse.

Something told Murtaug there was trouble.

He jumped onto Caddoc's back, and despite Eragon's protests, rode out to the shadowed figures. Murtaug

"We got you now." Snarled one of the men.

"Yah! We'll cut out your tongue for that comment." Said another.

The little boy whimpered slightly. He looked no older than seven years of age. He had jet-black hair that covered his light brown eyes.

As one of the men pulled out a knife, Murtaug jumped off his horse, and ran to the boy's side.

"Slave traders." He snarled under his breath, as he looked at the men surrounding him.

"What do we have here? A little hero do we?" one asked him.

"If you value your lives you will leave." Said Murtaug loudly.

"And why is that?"

Murtaug couldn't help but smirk. We whistled loudly, and right on cue, Saphira landed behind him, with a deafening roar.

The little boy whimpered again, his eyes shinning with tears.

Murtaug picked him up protectively in his arms. The little boy clung to his neck.

"Now," commanded Murtaug, "You will leave or face us."

The men yelled in fear, and began to retreat.

"Its okay," whispered Murtaug, "Your safe now."

He shook his head, "I'm not." He whimpered.

Murtaug cradled the boy in his arms, and began walking to Caddoc.

"Shh," whispered Murtaug, "Your fine, okay."

The boy shook his head once again.

"This isn't supposed to happen."

Murtaug pressed his hand to the young boy's head, it was quite warm.

"What wrong?" asked Eragon walking up to them.

"This boy was being chased by those men. He is suffering from a fever." Replied Murtaug.

"What's your name?"

"K-Kiaku."

"Alright Kiaku," said Murtaug, "Your safe with us. I am Murtaug, and this is Eragon, and Saphira. We will protect you."

"You can't p-protect me from-" the boy stuttered.

"From who?"

"Me." He said simply.

"He's sick." Said Murtaug turning to Eragon. I think we should stop for now."

"Were are your parents Kiaku?"

"D-dead."

Finally, there was someone like him, someone who was alone.

Murtaug carried the boy back to Caddoc and placed him on the saddle as he fell unconscious.

"What are we going to do with him?" asked Eragon.

"Help him." Replied Murtaug, "We'll help him.

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Well, done with that chapter. I like doing Murtaug point of views. There fun. So please review, I'd love to hear from you. So for the people who missed the plot. Murtaug and Eragon just met the blackmailed child from the pervious chapter named Kiaku. He is like 7. Yah that's it.

Kelsey: seven?

Dreamer: yes seven!

Kelsey: a little young to be in the desert don't you think.

Dreamer: your point?

Kelsey: sigh never mind.