Welcome everyone to chapter 34!

I feel a bit weird with this one. I mean like, there isn't really anything wrong with it. I just... I feel like some of the characters are a bit... out of character. I tried going back and fixing it but I couldn't really do that without changing a whole bunch of the chapter. So sorry if this one is a bit weird and awkward and out of character and just off.

And again, I apologize if my Ancient Language is off. I'm using an online translator and I'm not sure how reliable it is.

I hope you enjoy and let's get right into this!


Important Note:

This chapter is waaay longer than normal, almost 5,800 words instead of around 2,8000 words, but that's because I'm trying to cram in one scene that is honestly really dragged out.


Amira smiled and stepped back from Leo's embrace just in time to be attacked by a pair of dark arms.

"Amira! Oh my gods! I've missed you so much!" Hazel exclaimed with tears in her golden eyes, trapping her friend in a tight hug. Amira returned her hug but gasped silently as her broken ribs were squeezed.

"Hazel! I have missed you as well," She told her friend with a relieved laugh.

The hug was then joined by Piper, her arms wrapping around Amira from behind, then Jason then Frank and Annabeth and Percy until Amira was in the middle of a giant group hug. Everyone's voices were overlapping each others' as they all said how much they missed her and how glad they were that she was back but the teen quickly began to feel claustrophobic.

"You- all are- crushing- me!" Amira whimpered.

With 'sorry's and blushes, the group released Amira from her confinement. She got her breath back and smiled but was surprised to see a familiar face.

"Percy? I did not expect to see you back." She admitted. Percy grinned and gave his friend a side hug. Amira noticed an odd leather satchel slung over his shoulder; it looked familiar but she couldn't grab hold of the memory.

"I just got back a day or two ago. Dunno how though." He told her. "The others filled me in on what happened and honestly, I almost didn't believe them when they explained when- that they said that Leo had… y' know."

Percy didn't seem to want to finish.

"Killed me?" Amira finished for him. "Well, choose to be angry or not but I asked him too."

He said something else but Amira didn't hear him; she had noticed that Murtagh was standing in the back of the room against a pillar, his grey eyes locked on seemingly nothing, face blank and arms crossed. Ignoring Percy, she half-limped over to Annabeth who was also looking at the Red Rider with a small frown on her lips.

"What is wrong with Murtagh?" Amira wondered, hand on her side. Annabeth shrugged.

"No idea. He's just been super moody lately and won't talk to anyone. I thought it was because you died but even now he's being like that." The blonde paused and turned to face her purple-haired friend. "Maybe you should try talking to him?"

"I do not think I will be of much help," Amira reminded her. Leo walked over and slipped his warm hand into hers, rubbing circles on her beige skin with his fingers.

"You know him better than any of us do. It'd be worth a try." Annabeth shrugged.

The former Rider pressed her lips together. She didn't really want to ruin the happy reunion with Murtagh's grumpy mood. Then she shrugged; there was something she wanted to ask him anyway.

"He does not like me but I will attempt to speak with him as I do have a question." She relented. Annabeth smiled.

"Great. We'll wait outside for you."

"We will?" Leo looked up from where he had been tracing 'I love you' onto Amira's palm with his finger. Her palm was tingling and she had the temptation to rub it.

"Yes. We will." Annabeth's voice breached no argument.

"Fiiine." He whined. The fire-user gave Amira a kiss then followed as Annabeth corralled him and the six other demigods outside.

Amira watched the giant doors swing shut then took a deep breath and limped over to the Red Rider.

"Murtagh," She greeted once she neared. Her hand unconsciously held her side as she felt pain when breathing in.

"You're back." He stated, not looking at her. He had a look on his face of... she wasn't sure what the look was. Amira raised an eyebrow.

"You do not seem surprised." She noted. Murtagh shrugged, gaze still locked on the far wall.

"I'm not."

"Why so?"

"Because I knew you would be."

"And how would you know? If you failed to have noticed, I died. There is no way back from death." Amira reminded him with narrowed eyes.

She gave a small yelp of pain when her broken ribs shot pain through her side and Murtagh finally turned to her. He put his hands on her shoulders, being surprisingly gentle as he turned her around, and placed his hand on her side. He muttered a spell of healing. The younger girl started slightly at the action but allowed him to do so.

"Yet you are here now." He said as he healed her. His low voice was rather close to her ear and it sent an unfamiliar tingle down her spine. "Amira Moraow, you have a habit of doing things that should not be possible. You do not remain dead after dying twice, multiple times you have destroyed leagues of land without so much as a spell cast, and have you traveled through worlds. Even as a Rider those things should not be possible. Like you, the things you are capable of are incredible."

Amira felt herself blush at the compliment, glad her back was turned so he couldn't see.

"Why did you come?" She wondered, giving a shout of pain as one of her ribs snapped back into place. She had been wondering the question since she first saw him on Earth. Murtagh frowned.

"What do you mean?" He asked, not taking his eyes from his glowing hand on her side.

"Why were you brought here?" She clarified, looking at him over her shoulder. She held back another shout as another rib mended. "Anyone else in our world could have been chosen to be brought to Earth to help me but you do not even like me. So why you?"

She noticed Murtagh's face twitch at her words and wondered why. In all honesty, Amira just wanted to know him; she wanted to know why he was so hateful, why he cut himself off, why he never trusted anyone (besides Eragon). Murtagh Morzansson was the most blocked off person Amira had ever met.

Spell finished and her ribs now mended, Murtagh removed his hand from her side and stepped back.

"I don't know." His voice was emotionless. She turned around to face him and knew he was lying from a single look. She shook her head, telling him so.

Amira's gaze then rose to his. He was looking away again but she kept her eyes on his. For a moment she hesitated; she had always hated him so she was really confused why she would agree with herself to do as she was going to.

Still, she slowly reached her hand out. Her fingers brushed against Murtagh's arm and he snapped to face her. His eyes were blazing but with anger or something else, Amira wasn't sure. She waited for him to pull his arm away and tell her not to touch him but he didn't. He remained still.

There was a message in his eyes again but the former Rider couldn't read him as she could others and the unread message passed her by.

Then their gaze locked, her purple against his grey, and neither moved for almost a full minute. Amira slid her hand down the Rider's arm, her fingers ghosting over the sleeve of his tunic until she reached his hand. She gently slipped her hand into his and after a moment's pause, his fingers very slowly twitched closed around hers.

Amira took a large mental breath then reached her mind out to his.

Immediately Murtagh's eyes hardened and Amira was met with the strongest wall she had felt. His mind was completely and utterly blocked off without a single crack or chip in his barrier. She didn't try to push or break through, instead taking a step closer to him until they were but a foot apart.

"Please do not push me away. Let me in." She told him, her voice soft and quiet. Murtagh was a few inches taller than Amira so he had to look down a little to meet her gaze.

"I cannot." He immediately replied. His low voice was hard but not threatening or angry.

"You do not want to but you can," Her braided purple hair swayed behind her as she shook her head, keeping her own voice soft.

She reached her free hand up and placed it on Murtagh's cheek. He involuntarily flinched but didn't move or pull her hand away. He again tried to tell her what he had before and that time she saw the message in his eyes.

"You are afraid." She finally realized. Murtagh looked away and somehow she knew she was right. "You are afraid to trust anyone for fear that they will hurt you, that they will use yourself against you. But…" She paused. "Eka weohnata néiat, eka otherúm."

(I will not. I swear)

Murtagh's brows rose, surprised by her sudden use of Ancient Language. Amira slipped her hand from his and placed it on his other cheek, cupping his face in her hands. She tilted his chin down to look at her once more.

"Please, trust me. You do not need to hide any longer." She again reached her mind out to his. She again was met with a wall, less vicious than before but still unbreakable. "Let me in."

"I cannot." Murtagh repeated. His voice sounded strained. "Eka weohnata néiat atra ono kenna du verkr eka hári. Néiat ono."

(I can not let you know the pain I have. Not you)

"Why not me? What makes me different from any other?" Amira wondered, her hands slowly sliding down to his shoulders.

She saw a blush come to Murtagh's cheeks that he didn't try to hide as his eyes lifted to meet her's yet again. Amira felt herself get hypnotized by his gaze as if there was a spell he was using to keep her focused on him. He leaned forward and Amira felt herself panic and placed her hands on his chest, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead, his mouth moved beside her ear.

"You are Amira Moraow." He whispered, his low voice sending a shiver down her spine that made her legs weak. She trembled softly, having no idea he could have that effect on her. "That alone explains so much. Ono eru ramr, svit, sláegr… Ono eru nuanen."

(You are strong, wise, clever… you are beautiful)

Amira's cheeks were dark pink; no one could lie in the Ancient Language. Murtagh placed a finger on the back of her neck with each word, his skin cold against hers. Then her breathing hitched when his hand slowly trailed from her neck down her spine. His free hand moved to her waist and gently pulled her closer to himself. Her heart beating so fast so hard that she was sure Murtagh could feel it.

"But...?" She urged, trying to ignore the feelings of his strong arms around her, warm breath on her neck, and muscled chest beneath her hands. Murtagh pulled back enough to face her. He was several inches taller but there was barely a space between them.

"But I cannot let you into my mind. I cannot let anyone."

"Why not?" She again asked. She was getting close to being annoyed.

"You couldn't handle it." He answered. Then Amira snapped, pulling back from his arms and pushing him away.

"'I could not handle it'?" She repeated incredulously as her voice began to rise. "What is in your mind that you believe to be so bad that you must conceal it from me and Eragon and everyone else?! You act as though you hate me yet you had just begun to release yourself from hiding. If you have no feelings but those of mistrust and hatred then what explanation do you have for what just happened?"

"What happened means nothing," Murtagh told her, voice and face emotionless. Amira's own face turned red.

"Fine! I tried to be your friend but you pushed me away!" She practically shouted, eyes darkening. "If you wish to be alone and sad for the rest of your life then go ahead!"

He spun her around and pushed her back so she was pressed against the pillar. She opened her mouth to yell at him but he cut her off by slamming his mouth against her own.

Amira's purple eyes widened in shock at the sudden action. Her hands fumbled against the marble stone behind her but he was stronger than she was and held her firmly in place. Murtagh placed his hands on either side of her head, tore down his own mental walls, and pulled her into his mind.

Immediately Amira was overcome.

The pain Murtagh had been through was overwhelming. She saw and felt everything as he opened his mind to her: she saw his memories of his childhood as his father Morzan slashed his back with his sword, meeting Eragon and their adventure to find the Varden, being captured by Galbratorix. She saw and felt as Thorn hatched for him, the mental torture the Mad King put him through, the hurt he felt as he attacked the innocent, and so many other things. It was just a small bit that he let her see but that small bit alone was far too overwhelming.

After what felt like an eternity, Murtagh finally released her. He pushed her from his mind and broke the kiss he had her locked in.

Amira collapsed to her knees. Her heart rate and breathing were fast as she knelt in shock. For a long moment, she could say nothing; her purple eyes were wide as his memories scarred themselves into her mind.

Gods, if that was just a small part of Murtagh's pain…

Said person knelt beside her and after a moment's hesitation, placed his hand on her shoulder. She shook her head, still in shock, the memories still flashing in her mind.

"Now you understand." Murtagh's voice was quiet. Amira nodded as she wasn't sure how to respond. She moved to lean against the pillar, hands shaking slightly. There was a long pause of silence between the two.

"You know you… you could have done that without kissing me," Amira eventually said. A blush came to Murtagh's cheeks.

"I guess I could have." He admitted.

Amira suddenly thought of something and reached her mind out to Hazel, who was still waiting outside the throne room.

'Hazel?'

'Hey, are you two okay in there? We heard a bunch of yelling,' came Hazel's reply. Her voice was worried.

'I apologize for that.' Amira apologized a bit awkwardly. Hazel again impressed her with the quickness and easiness of their mental communication. 'All is good enough. Just an accident.'

'I don't mean to rush you but everyone's getting kinda impatient.'

Actually, I was going to urge you not to wait. Murtagh has… had some trouble.' Amira lied.

'What happened?' Hazel wondered.

'Um…I shall just say that he has a very quick temper.'

'Oh. I guess that's understandable.' Hazel didn't seem totally sure what to say.

'You may return to Camp Half-Blood now if you would like. It may take a while for me to fix what happened.' Amira felt Hazel mentally nod and then pause.

'Nico said he'll come to get you two when you're done. Just tell me when you're ready and he'll Shadow Travel back to pick you up.'

Amira sent a smile.

'Thank you.'


Amira sighed, sitting with his back against the large pillar.

Her emotions were so mixed up she almost didn't know what feeling was what. The things she had seen and felt in Murtagh's mind left her confused and a bit scared. Hidden alongside what the Red Rider had shown her, Amira had seen something else that left her emotions in a mess: she saw why Murtagh had been chosen to bring to Earth. He was chosen because of his feelings for her.

Ever since she had first seen them, Amira had hated Murtagh and Thorn. He had killed her family as one would an insect and she had always figured he had hated her as well as he had never shown any reason for her to think otherwise. But from what she saw in Murtagh's mind… Amira couldn't think of a time she had been more wrong. Murtagh Morzansson didn't hate her, not in the slightest.

He loved her

Worse, Amira had felt how much Murtagh loved her and it left her shocked beyond words: each day he saw her, the Red Rider would feel a pain in his heart because he knew he could never be with her no matter how badly he wanted to. He knew how she felt towards him. She hated him! She would never fall for him. He also knew that if Eragon or anyone who cared for Amira found out then he would be a dead man. That meant he could never love her the way he wished he could. So he kept to himself, watching in pain from a silent distance.

Amira's hand crept to her lips. She knew she had no feelings of romance towards the Rider and never would and felt a pang of guilt. He loved her so much that it physically pained him but she hated him.

Then she thought of something.

Maybe... maybe Amira didn't have to hate him? Maybe she could find feelings for him in ways other than hatred? She felt a bit mad at herself for not noticing earlier how he felt and realized that his feelings had been what he had been trying to tell her all along.

"I am sorry." Murtagh apologized, breaking the silence and pulling Amira from her thoughts.

"What for?" She wondered.

"For forcing you into my mind. I know what you saw and how overwhelming it must have been but I-" He cut himself off as if he didn't want to continue. Amira gave him a questioning glance and he sighed. "I could not bear to see you leave me."

Amira held back a blush. It wasn't a deep blush and probably wouldn't be very noticeable but she held it back nonetheless. She noticed that Murtagh had said 'leave me' instead of just 'leave'. A part of her wanted to feel mad at the Rider for making her see those things but she reminded herself that she had wanted to and couldn't summon the anger.

"Why?" She asked him, knowing the answer. Murtagh looked up but not at her.

"Amira, I know what you saw so it is pointless to ask." He told her. "I have tried to tell you many times before how I feel but you remained oblivious."

She placed a hand on his until he looked at her.

"I did not mean that, though the thought had come to me as well," She admitted, brushing her purple hair from her face. "My question was: why did you let me into your mind? For so long, so many have tried to do so but you refused. So why open yourself to me?"

"You asked." He replied shortly. Amira frowned.

"I am not an idiot, Murtagh." Her voice was flat but she kept it soft. "You hesitate to trust anyone. Why me?"

Murtagh said nothing for a long moment.

"As I said: you saw how I feel. Being honest though… I am not sure. Perhaps it is that, besides Thorn or Eragon, I guess I feel I can trust you most. Or perhaps I wasn't thinking. I am truly afraid to admit it but I know the real reason is that..." He trailed off then took a deep breath and turned to her, taking her hands in his and looking deep into her purple eyes.

"Amira Moraow, Eka ástar ono frëma thön worrs weohnata evr thorta."

(I love you more than words will ever tell)

Amira's purple eyes widened, his words leaving her stunned. They were automatically translated in her mind and she knew it was impossible to lie in the Ancient Language. The fact only settled to heat her cheeks. She knew from his mind how he felt but hearing him actually say the words out loud…

A thought came to Amira and, after an intense mental surprise, quickly agreed before she was able to dismiss it.

"I am sorry, by the way, f-for kissing you as I did." Murtagh then apologized, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

"It is… alright," Amira brushed it away though she wasn't sure.

Murtagh's kiss had given her a weird feeling. She knew she didn't love him or have any form of romantic emotions for the Red Rider but it had felt strange and different.

"Amira, I know that you will never return the feelings I have for you but I hope that someday-"

"Kiss me," Amira demanded, cutting him off. Murtagh's grey eyes widened.

"Wh- What?" He stuttered.

"Kiss me." She repeated, not faltering for a second.

Without hesitation, Murtagh turned and cupped Amira's cheeks in his hands, pressing his lips against hers. He was surprisingly soft and gentle but Amira knew he wanted more.

Breaking their kiss, she moved so she was atop his waist before reconnecting their lips once more. No longer in momentary shock, Murtagh eagerly matched her pace. He wrapped his arms around her beautifully slim body and pulled her closer to himself.

As Murtagh held her, a tingling sensation spread throughout Amira at his touch and wasn't sure what it meant. As his hands slowly trailed along her spine, sending shivers through her body, a back part of Amira's mind wondered how much he had wanted and how long he had waited to kiss her and hold her like he was then. She brushed the thought away and told herself to wonder about that later.

But Murtagh was just trying to make that moment last.

He knew that once it was over, he would have to return to watching his love from a silent distance. So he decided to tell her how much he loved her by pouring all his emotions into that one moment, knowing that he would never again get another chance.

When Murtagh first discovered his feelings for the purple-haired Surdan he had tried to convince himself to hate her, not realizing at the time how hard that would be: she was strong, kind, funny, smart, beyond beautiful. In his eyes… She was practically perfect. He told himself that she was too young, that she hated him, that it was only a stupid crush. He reminded himself that she was Eragon's apprentice and that his brother would have his head if he ever found out. But no matter how hard he tried he just could not break his love for her.

So eventually he had given up trying and instead watched from afar as he silently wished he could love her. Now that wish was finally a reality. His distant love was literally in his arms and he was able to give her his everything as he had wanted to for so long.

The situation was different for Amira though.

She now knew Murtagh loved her but the amount of emotion he was pouring into that one moment shocked her. The Red Rider was giving her feelings she had never had before; he was making it hard for her to focus, his touch causing her to feel as if her body had been tensed up her whole life and was only now beginning to relax. She tried to focus her thoughts but it seemed to get harder with each second. Her mind felt like it was falling asleep as their lips moved together.

She would never love Murtagh and in all honesty, Amira wasn't even sure why she was letting him do as he was. She hated him since she knew of his existence and now… this was happening? Maybe a part of her was enjoying the strange numbing feeling he gave her? Maybe it was because of the guilt she now felt, wanting to let him have at least have one moment like he had wished and dreamed. One spark of happiness in his life of longing.

All she knew was that Murtagh's lips were pressed against her own and his hands were driving her crazy; they moved down her sides, brushed across her cheeks, doing everything they could to make her melt. Amira was thankful that he had the control to not make any inappropriate movements but her mind was beginning to slip away, their lips moving together with passion. It wasn't a heated or fast passion. Instead, their kiss told everything without words.

But there was one last thing Amira wanted to do…

She managed to regain her thoughts and reached her mind out for Murtagh's. His passion lessened slightly as his steel walls began to reform. Amira broke their kiss, eyes still closed.

"Please do not lock yourself away again." She breathed.

She reached her mind out again. This time, instead of steel walls she was met with a tiny door that was cracked just enough to enter. Amira realized that Murtagh was now giving her the trust he hid away for so long and promised herself she would never betray that trust. She kissed him again, softly and without the passion from before.

"It will be too much," Murtagh muttered, his voice muffled as his and Amira's lips were connected.

His hands moved to hold her waist as the purple-haired girl gently slipped through the door and into his mind, the two becoming connected through mind and body.

Murtagh felt and accepted her as Amira gently flowed through his mind, not going farther than she knew she should. But like he had said, what she saw and felt was too much. She forced herself to remain strong but even so, Amira had to pull her mind from his after a minute.

She slowly pulled back, mentally and physically. Her eyes looked deep into his. Their breathing was faster than normal but not coming in gasps for air. A smile came to Amira's lips as she realized how strongly Murtagh felt for her. He knew she wouldn't return his feelings but he still had given her his trust and love, the two things he gave to no one.

Murtagh reached a hand up to brush back a strand of Amira's purple hair.

"You are beautiful." He told her softly. Amira blushed again and didn't try to hide it from him. In that moment she hid nothing from him. But guilt was still present in her heart.

"I wish I could love you as you do me. But I cannot." She told him sadly.

Murtagh nodded slowly in understanding, totally absorbed in her violet eyes. He had never been a fan of the color purple but Amira had a beauty that surpassed anyone he had ever seen before.

"I know. Mar eka ástar ono lis." He told her. He pressed his lips against hers for a long moment before whispering, "You saw who I am. Show me who you are."

(But I love you still)

Amira was confused at first but understood when she felt Murtagh's mind reach out. She had the sudden urge to block him but held back. He was surprisingly soft so Amira again connected their lips and allowed the Red Rider into her mind.

Like her, he went no further than he felt necessary and took great care to not hurt her. His strong arms around her tightened as he pulled her closer to himself, again the two once more connecting through mind and body. His mind flowed throughout her own and she allowed him so see everything. Everything that was her.

She felt him pause when he reached her thoughts of him. He broke the kiss, giving her a questioning glance. Amira closed her purple eyes.

"You let me into your mind and gave me your trust. I hold nothing from you. At this moment… I am yours." She told him quietly.

Murtagh smiled at her words. He loved her and he knew that he would forever.

Still taking care to be gentle, his mind flowed through Amira's. Said girl silently prayed that he wouldn't get too hurt or offended as the last thing she wanted was an angry Murtagh inside her mind.

She felt him frown against her lips as he searched, barely noticeable, then he pulled back. Their eyes met. He didn't hide the hurt he felt so Amira saw it clearly. She sighed and leaned back a bit more, now able to see his whole face.

"I am sorry but I cannot give you the love that you yearn for." She apologized quietly. She moved to stand but Murtagh's arms held her down. She gave him a confused look and the older Rider shook his head.

"Amira, I'm not upset." He told her. "Since I met you, I knew that you would find someone other than me. I did horrible things to you. I have always known you would never forgive or love me. That is why I've said nothing to you until now."

"And having the knowledge that Eragon would flay you alive if he found out." Amira teased gently. Murtagh chuckled and his arms around her tightened slightly.

"There is that too, yes." He admitted.

Amira's hands replaced themselves around his neck and she rested her head on his shoulder, leaning against his chest. The action felt odd to her but wasn't awkward. Murtagh tried to ignore the tingling sensation that traveled through his spine as her fingers lazily brushed the back of his neck.

"You saw my mind, Amira, something that no one else done-"

"Then why let me?" Amira cut him off, her head still resting on his shoulder. "Out of every person in this world and ours, why am I the one you chose to open yourself to? I hated you for so long-"

"Hated? Or hate?" It was Murtagh's turn to interrupt. "Do you still feel the same as you did before?"

She thought for a moment.

"If I hated you as I had before, I would have killed you for kissing me." Amira decided. Murtagh couldn't help but chuckle. She leaned back to face him again then continued. "I do not hate you, Murtagh, but I have no love for you either. I have not forgiven you for what you have done and I never will. I know what you did was against your will and, yes, for the longest time I despised you."

She paused, taking a breath.

"But as time passed, it grew harder for me to retain my anger. When I saw you had come to Earth to help me that anger faded, knowing you are no longer the feared Red Rider that had served for Galbatorix. You have changed."

Murtagh couldn't stop the small smile from forming on his lips. His hands moved to her back, holding her tight against himself.

"I did." He agreed. "For so long I was forced against my will to do things I still regret. What I did to you… I speak the truth when I tell you that I feel the worst." He dropped his gaze from shame. "I wanted to beg you to forgive me but I knew you would not so I didn't. And when I realized I had fallen in love with you I also knew that I could not tell anyone so I made an oath to myself that would never again hurt you. It was hard to change who I had been for so long but I knew I had to try."

"And I thank you deeply for that." The purple-haired Alagaesian thanked, kissing his cheek gently then returning her head to his chest, hearing his heart beating beneath her ear.

Despite the fact that she was still atop his waist and leaning on his chest, she was surprisingly comfortable. She slowly slid her hands from his neck, moving down his chest, and into his hands. She heard his heart-rate speed slightly at the action and smirked lightly.

"Why would you do this?" Murtagh muttered a minute, almost to himself. "You hate me then you are suddenly giving me what I have only dreamt of. Why?"

Amira shrugged slightly.

"I now know much you have longed for me and although we may never be together, I wanted to allow you this one moment to treasure in your memories. I am sorry if I have only caused you to hurt even more." After a moment, she moved from her position from atop him. "It saddens me to say but what has happened here must mean nothing."

"Though I wish otherwise, I understand." Murtagh reluctantly agreed. "You are right though that I will treasure this memory as long as forever."

He stood from the floor and held a hand out to Amira. The purple-haired girl accepted his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

"We should go. Your friends are waiting."

So the two Alagaesians walked out of the Throne Room to wait for Nico.


(Again, sorry this one is so f**king long (5,850 words) but I just couldn't find a good place to cut it in half)

But that concludes the thirty-fourth chapter of A Strange and Different Land!

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