So, here I am again. With a detailed reply to some random flamer at the bottom.

Sorry about the delay... And the length...

Bleah.

Disclaimer: Would I be here if the Inheritance trilogy was mine?

Sonata:

Unsworn

I watched, sadly, as Eragon raised an unmarked blade and drew it gently along Nasuada's throat. Her eyes pleaded with me to come closer, to help, but I couldn't. The bindings had done their work.

My fists clenched, as my body fought the invisible bonds. "Nasuada!"

The scream came, unbidden, wrenched from my throat. The maniacal form of my brother paused, looked at me, and flashed a truly malevolent smile.

My heart stopped, and I reached for the familiar comfort of magic, drawing on it, trying to wake up—when I couldn't, I directed it at the bindings. I wasn't particularly surprised when it didn't work, and instead I was hit with all the power of that rage and magic.

That didn't stop it hurting like hellfire, though, and my knees buckled from the pain. The glee in the dream-Eragon's eyes was like a physical blow, and it was all I could do to stop myself breaking down. Because I've done this before, mostly, and it didn't do anything. Pride's becoming an issue, now, too. I wondered, almost absently, if it was like this for Morzan...

"It was, actually," hellfire. Note to self: Never say anything involving dead people in dreams... Because Morzan himself was standing beside Eragon, a paternal arm on the young man's shoulder.

This was new. "Er, hello, father..."

"Nice to see you, Murtagh. Sorry about invading your dreams, and all that, but it's rather difficult to get permission to visit from the unknown beyond... Besides possessing your dragon, but he tends to get snippy when I do that."

What!

Dream-Eragon was looking annoyed, too, because Morzan's arm had stopped him beheading my kind-of-almost-lover.

I find that I can talk, properly, without turning my throat into raw meat. "Okay, explain the dragon bit, and then you can embellish on the rest of it."

Okay, sorry it's so short and all, but I just wanted to post something. Blizzardstar2000 said it would probably be a good idea to do one chapter for each dream, rather than three in one, so here we go (and unfortunately I can't write a longer Murtagh chap).

Let me know what you think. Oh, and anonymous person 7879?

Get a backbone and actually flame under your penname or give me a reply. Plus, they're meant to be OOC, it's not like Paolini actually gave them personalities. And, about Murtagh joining the Varden, he's his own person. That's why we love him. He's not about to drop all his independence and fight for the Varden unless he has a damn good reason to.

Also, I never said any of them were evil. Read the fic before you judge it, please, because I don't think you did.

I'm sorry to everyone else who's reading this, but I figure I should address this. Especially since whoever it is hasn't given me a reply address.

Anyway, r 'n' r, please!