Hi. So...umm...sorry I took a while? I've had this sitting on my harddrive for so long it isn't funny, and I finally got off my arse and posted it. So, if you flame me, I'm going to be pissed. But MFL will be happy. Because she is sadistic. I still have marks from her Nails Of DOOM. (MFL: Oh, yeah! I rock! I do not sound like Fuuma! Chibi Kamui-kun is KAWAII!)

Sorry about that.

Also, the first person who can guess where my new chappy titles come from gets a cookie, and I'll tell you in my next update (er... which will be soon!)

(MFL: I know what it is! It's--) Shut up.

Anyway, on with the story... (er...)


Unsworn:

A dark-skinned girl stands in front of me, beckoning to me. Come, she is saying. And I want to, so, so much. But I can't—my body is bound by ropes, and I can't move.

Nasuada…

I stand there, watching her, straining futilely at the bindings.

'Murtagh,' she calls, softly, lightly. 'Come on!'

She seems more carefree than I've ever seen her…For some strange reason she's holding flowers. Daisies. (A/N: Do they even have daisies in Alagaesia?) Not something the real Nasuada would ever do…

Oh well. It's a dream, right? So I should be able to…I focus, using the formidable power of my mind to try and free myself from the bindings. Nothing happens. I swear in several different languages (see, there was a reason behind the tutoring…), and "Nasuada" grins at me.

What is wrong with me? Nasuada would never do that! Would she...? Despite our mutual fascination, I don't know her all that well…

She waves, completely unfazed by the fact that I'm not moving anywhere near her. I smile, straining once more, and am matched.

Suddenly her smile turns to fear, and I remember why I hate dreaming.

Eragon, my "brother" in arms, is behind her. He bears a sinister expression so unlike anything I've ever seen on him in real life that it's not hard to remember this is a dream. Unfortunately, this doesn't stop me getting scared out of my brain.

He's also got a large sword. I stare at it for a moment, in shock, and then my frozen mind registers what will most likely happen in this dream.

I try and close my eyes, which have frozen open for, I assume, the duration of my nightly torture session. I have yet to ascertain whether this is the King's doing or some product of my insanely fucked-up mind.

I braced myself for what I knew was coming…


Forsworn:

I stood before a rose, beautiful in its glory. It stood in a crystal vase, glowing softly. My eyes glowed too, matching the twin leaves below the blossom.

The rose wilted. Right before my eyes, the petals began to drift and fall…

An emerald revolved slowly before me, cocooned in velvety darkness. It opened, a little like a rose opening. A ruby was at its heart. I winced at the memory.

And almost laughed. The mighty Morzan, amoral to a fault, wincing? Even if this was a dream, if anyone saw me here (excepting Galbatorix, of course) my reputation would be shattered. Not that that was a bad thing...

The ruby glimmered, as if to remind me of its presence, and I turned my attention back to it. Hello, Andlat.

It shimmered, and became a mirror...


Forsaken:

Wind used to blow here, on this desolate plain that marks his soul. It doesn't anymore.

Galbatorix's black cape is flowing behind him; he's never understood the strange outfits he wears in dreams. Tonight it's a black leather ensemble, with his sword belted at his side. Odd, that, seeing as he lost his sword a long time ago...

Ah well. It's a dream, it isn't supposed to make sense. At least, that's what he tells himself, whenever the dreams disconcert him.

He tells himself that a lot.

He watches scenes of his life fade past. His dragon's death, and his subsequent madness. (Contrary to popular belief, he does know he isn't fit to rule Alagaesia. He just does it anyway) Morzan, almost his son, scarred for life because of something Galbatorix did...

He can't stand it. He wants to wake up.

He has to--


Right. (blinks) Yeah...

Sorry about the delay. Review?

I'll try and get the next chapter up...sometime...