Yes, I know I never update; I've just been real busy with soccer and class and things. And I know this is short, but I promise I'll update soon. Please review!
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Once upon a time I was the kings' favorite. He let me stay in the nice bedrooms, and I could eat whatever I wanted. He made Durza train me, and I could practice with my sword whenever I wanted. But still, I didn't train with the king until Murtagh left. I think he knew it would happen, so he made sure I was always ready to start preparing with him. When I was little, and Durza was teaching me something, I would constantly ask if Murtagh was better than me or not. Durza got mad then. He thought I was far superior. He punished me for even thinking about Murtagh. I wasn't allowed to see Murtagh. At all. Galbatorix said if we were to perform at our best we must have no distractions. I think he just knew we were strong and didn't want us revolting or something. Because we were strong. I trained with a Shade, and I could deflect any magic that was thrown at me. I was strong. Was. As in not anymore. I guess that's why the king was so anxious to not have me anywhere near Murtagh now. I might rub off on his precious protégé. Now I'm just an extra ornament in his highnesses castle. Ugh.
I once swore fealty to the king. I once believed he was the greatest Rider and would always be, and that he would always train me. Ha. Now I wish I could find that new Rider I've heard about. This new man is supposed to already be past my magic ability, and it took me years to become what I am. He's only had a few months or something. May he come and murder the king in his sleep…
"Nyala? Are you awake, Milady?" I could hear Thaeilla through the hazy confines of sleep. I was only half awake and my body was curled into a ball to keep warm beneath the bedclothes. Thaeilla was probably coming to collect my dirty clothes, so I opened my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light in the room. I wrenched myself away from the clutch of the bed sheets wrapped around me, ultimately ending up on the cold stone floor. Growling, I opened my eyes fully and stood up. Thaeilla was smiling and shaking her head. I glared at her as I struggled to stretch the soreness out of my body. She tried to hide her grin and began to tidy up my room. It wouldn't take her long; it never did. My room was remarkably small for such a large castle and very sparsely furnished. Glowering, I fished underneath my pillow for a section of rag I had put there the night before and tied my annoyingly long hair up with it.
"Don't worry about bringing me breakfast this morning, Thaeilla." I told the young maid as I strode to my wardrobe. "I'm going for a walk and I'll get something from the kitchens on my way out." I pulled from the wardrobe some trousers a brown tunic and my sword belt. I dressed quickly in one corner of the room, relishing the rough feel of the material on my skin.
"Yes, Milady." Thaeilla answered, knowing how I looked forward to my walks alone on the castle grounds. I sighed. I felt so useless; I hadn't trained in days and I could almost feel myself wasting away. I belted my sheathe and strode out the door.