An: Just to let everyone know…Murtagh isn't dead! I only wrote that because I let my mind get out of control. Sorry for the inconvenience and to DragonRider2000. Brom was wise to Eragon and he wanted someone who understood his sorrow. He also called out Murtagh's name because he thought he was dead. (Remember?!) And if you paid attention you'd have noticed that only one person showed up. Hopefully at the end of the story we'll discover something that may change the fate of Algasgiea forever.
The form moved closer to Murtagh as he lay motionless. It bent down and slapped him. It stung and he fought to hit the figure back. He failed miserably and flopped back down.
"And you call yourself a Dragon Rider…" A deep, gravely voice muttered as he lifted the cloak. Murtagh gasped as fresh air flew into his lungs. They burned for more. He felt his clothing pressed up against him and it was damp. He heard soft breathing on top of him. He looked at his middle and saw, to his great surprise, Eragon's head there. He raised one hand and patted his brother on the back. His body gave a jolt and his eyes were wild. When he had calmed he looked toward Murtagh and surprise flitted across his face.
"P…please move….I can't breath." Murtagh gasped. Eragon lifted his head and stood up. He was ashamed.
"Murtagh…" Eragon said, hesitantly.
"Yes…"
"Don't EVER! Do that again!" Eragon yelled as he turned his body around and flung it at him. He connected with a solid thump and wrapped his arms around Murtagh's middle. Tears once more fell freely from his eyes and he wiped them away. "Don't ever do that again!"
"I…I won't." Murtagh muttered as he returned the embrace. They stood like that for a few more minutes and then broke apart. Murtagh's eyes were no longer sorrow filled, but filled with hope. Hope for the future.
Days later…..
"I'm not going to sit around anymore! I want to find Saphira!!" Eragon yelled at Nasuda. "I'm fine. I've recovered! Let me go!"
"Eragon, I'm glad to hear that, but I can't let you go yet." Nasuda told him, for the hundredth time.
"Why?!"
"Because…we can't risk losing you again."
"You won't lose me!! Ever!! Thorn can carry two, let me and my brother go look for her. I sense discomfort from her. Please, let me go."
"No."
Like Eragon listened. He packed his pack a some saddle bags that would last him and Murtagh for weeks. As he slinked out the door, Murtagh startled him with the horses.
"Hurry, before the see us!" Murtagh hissed as he handed Snowfire's reins to Eragon. Snowfire snorted as Eragon mounted him. "Hurry!"
They rode into the night at to speed. As the put more distance between them and the camp Murtagh called to Thorn.
"Come Thorn. We acquire your assistance." Murtagh called.
"I come, my rider." Thorn replied.
Thorn flew down to the ground and looked Murtagh square in the eye. He snorted and then lowered himself for the two riders to mount.
"What about our things? And our horses?" Eragon inquired.
"They know the way. They'll go themselves." Murtagh replied.
Eragon quieted and once more lost himself into the bliss of flying. He was just about to lose himself in the bliss when Murtagh shook him.
"Look below, brother."
"What is it that I should see?"
"There are prints in the sand. They are dragon."
Thorn landed with a thump next to the footprint. Eragon knelt next to the imprint and graced his fingers over the compressed dirt. He clawed at the dirt and unearthed a blue scale.
"She was here…" Eragon whispered. "And now she's gone…."
"Come on!" Murtagh urged him. "The Varden will find us if you don't hurry!"
Eragon stood and mounted Thorn, Murtagh soon joined him. They flew for hours on end and at the break of dawn on the new day they finally settled for a rest. As Eragon stiffly got off of Thorn, and as he touch the ground, he collapsed. Murtagh caught him just in time and hauled him over to his bed roll.
When Eragon awoke he was frantic. The last thing he remembered was collapsing as he fell off of Thorn. Slowly he came to his senses and looked at the surrounding area. It was the place he and Murtagh had decided to stop for a quick rest.
"So much for your quick rest." Murtagh sniggered. "Still weak?"
"Don't count me out like that!" Eragon cried. "I am just as strong, or even stronger, than you!"
"Wouldn't count on it…"
They once more mounted Thorn and left. They soon stopped at the Dawn of they next day and Eragon was Eager to do something.
"Murtagh, would you object to letting you meet someone?"
"No, not at the least."
"….okay…." Eragon muttered and then suddenly, "Haverlinch, Garrow!"
Murtagh recoiled as he felt magic swell around him. Suddenly it stopped and there before him stood a ghostly silhouette..
"What is it my boy?" Garrow asked.
"I wanted you to meet my brother, in person."
"It's good to see you boy." Garrow said as he inclined his head toward him.
"It's nice to meet you…….Uncle." Murtagh muttered.
"Eragon, Murtagh. I have something to tell you. I'm called you called me Eragon. Getting out of there to tell you this was no easy job."
"Will you tell us?"
"Oh, yes."
"Please hurry." Murtagh begged. "If we dawdle the Varden will surely find us."
"Of course." Garrow cleared his voice and looked serious. What he was about to say was anything but funny. "Boys, I was a Dragon Rider…."
An: Hahahahahahahaha!!!! You probably weren't expecting this!!!!! So what if it's short, I'm tired and don't really want to write right now.
(Plus, this isn't that discovery that will change the fat of Algasgiea forever!! If you can tell me what you think it is to you in your review, and you get it right….I'll update when ever you wish….on what ever story.)