No one learned from your mistakes
We let our prophets go to waste
All that's left, in any case,
Is advertising space...
Robbie Williams--"Advertising Space"
Do not ask.
Random Murt fic, not mine, yadda yadda yadda. May be suspect to different interpretations (i.e. if you turn it upside down you may find slash).
Enjoy, and r 'n' r.
Morzan...
I remember you, sometimes, when I dream. When--when I sink into a pit of pain and self-pity; when life no longer seems worth living...
I remember you.
You were lost, weren't you?
You lost your way... He did it, didn't he?
You were their golden boy; their new hero, to make up for his fall from grace--
Sometimes I wish you hadn't--been you, I mean. The first Morzan, the kind one, the pure, trusting one, who let himself be seduced...
But then, that's the Morzan Selena fell in love with. And Selena's son may well be our salvation...
Selena's son, you see. Not yours...
Not in spirit. Eragon will never bear our curse; to love and lose, to love someone who can never return it. To be enslaved to love, and to hate it. Your love drew me into my curse; mine traps me here.
At least you found freedom--despite what they say Brom was never powerful enough to kill you. You simply gave up, I know, and your dragon with you.
Sometimes I hate you for that.
Other times I don't.
Most times I'm somewhere between.
I never hated you for the scar, you know. Though many thought I should...
It marked me, made me.
Perhaps not in the way anyone intended...
Because of you, I've found freedom in a world where I never would--I found your journals. Which, I suppose, is why I'm writing this letter to a man long-dead...
You know, it helps to know that someone else out there loved the same way I do, with such reckless, terrible abandon...
Love is funny, I suppose, and--
No. I may write another letter, soon, but for now I'm not ready to tell you. I just wanted you to know I never hated you...
Murtagh--your son.