I am totally sorry for the long update, and even sorrier for the pretty short chapter. I hope you like it. By the way, I'm moving the ancient language guide to the bottom.

Chapter 5: Murtagh and his dream

Murtagh looked out the window from the dragon hold in Urû'baen and sighed. Looking down the piece of parchment in front of him, he sighed again. Thorn, Murtagh's mind call was dull and sad. I'm coming. The red dragon informed its rider, before the rider even asked their question.

Thirty seconds, later, Thorn arrived, saddle and all. Murtagh made no move to get up. Well, are you coming? Thorn asked in anticipation. "Actually, no," Murtagh replied, using his real voice instead his of mind voice. "You have to find three routes to Ellesméra, and send them over a mind link, for our master to write down. Then, once the 'time is right'" Murtagh put emphasis on the words, "we will lead an attack on Ellesméra." Murtagh's voice softened when he switched back into mind voice, I wish I could come with you, I really do, but Galbatorix has got plans for me. I don't know what they are, but he wants me in his quarters when you leave.

I understand child, I understand.

Stop calling me that!

You'll be called what you act like. Thorn gave a growl that was his laugh.

Murtagh started to walk away. Hey, where are you going, you need to take my saddle off!

"Need to? I think not. It is an option, something that I may choose to, or not to do,"

Thorn started to fly into the air, but Murtagh took no notice of him. A whistling sound washed the dragon hold as Thorn let himself drop from his position, some odd hundred feet in the air. The vibrations of his drop were enough to knock down the red dragon's rider, who was at least sixty-five feet away from the dropping point.

"What was that for?" Murtagh groaned, lifting himself off the ground. I need you to take off my saddle. Murtagh sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Alright, alright, but you didn't have to go to the extreme," A twinge of gilt, floated over their mind link, and Murtagh took it as an apology. He walked over to Thorn, and proceeded to unbuckle the saddle, and drag it across the floor into the closet where it belonged.

"Taka eka eom Galbatorix!" Murtagh shouted. Seconds later, he appeared in front of King Galbatorix. Murtagh's eyes closed as drowsiness swept over him because of the amount of energy it took to complete the spell. He quickly opened them and stared at the man in front of him murmuring, "Ebrithil." and bowing slightly. Murtagh tried to stand up strait, but the drowsiness, caused his shoulders to slouch. "Sé eld vanyalí sem eru néiat eka waíse lettaí fra waíse eld vanyalí!" the evil king cried. "Now sir, Thorn has successfully –" Murtagh was interrupted by Galbatorix, "Hljödhr." Murtagh's voice caught in his throat, and no sound could escape his lips. "I need no information from your mouth. You could lie. I do not want a bucket full of little white lies as a report." "Now,"

The king closed his eyes and entered Murtagh's mind, making the entrance as painful as possible. After several minutes of probing, Galbatorix finally came out of Murtagh's mind. Murtagh had long since stopped trying to resist Galbatorix's probing, because every time he tried it, he ended up coiled up on the floor, breathing heavily, and screaming in pain. He disliked it when that happened to him.

"That should do," King Galbatorix told Murtagh, before taking off the spell that kept Murtagh's mouth shut. "Eitha eka!" the rider of the black dragon shouted. Murtagh vanished, and reappeared three hundred feet from the king's room. Getting up from the slouched position that he had appeared in, Murtagh got up, and started to walk towards his room.

Climbing up the last flight of stairs that lead the way to his room, a voice popped into Murtagh's mind: Murtagh, find Thorn at midnight, and every twelve hours after that. You may think that this is just some stupid bit of junk that I want you to do just so that you mind speak as much as you are supposed to for your classes, but it is also doing you a favor. Because you are bound to your dragon, you feel what he feels, and when I contact Thorn at long distances, it hurts his mind, and therefore hurts you.

By the time the 'king' of Alagaësia had finished talking to Murtagh, he was already in his room, and on his bed. He then cast a magical alarm that would wake him up at midnight so that he would be awake to contact Thorn.

After pacing for several minutes as he often did before going to sleep, Murtagh crawled into bed, and fell into unexplainable dreams.

Dream

A young woman, human by the look of her, rummaged in a cupboard trying to select a kind of herb. Finding what she wanted, she added it to a mixture in a small bowl beneath the cupboard and stirred.

Several hours later, she had finished whatever she was making, and tasted it. She dropped onto the floor. An elvish looking man, with black hair kept short, a cleanly shaven face, and pitch black eyes that scared Murtagh, tip-toed over to the woman, picked her up, and carried her out of the house. He continued to walk outside of the house, and nobody in the city of elves noticed that somebody was carrying somebody else that happened to be dead, or unconscious.

After minutes of walking down the road of plant life, the man turned left into the vast forest next to the 'road', and kept on walking. After several more minutes of just walking, the man stopped shortly, and let the woman roll off of his arms, onto the dirt of the forest floor. Once the man had sat down on a log next to the human woman, another man materialized out the air. He had dark brown hair, and bright green eyes. "Sorry I'm late Fyusao, but I had a few things that had to be done before I could come." The second man said. "You are not late, you are early, remember to subtract fifteen minutes from your time measurements. Take the girl, and do whatever you're supposed to." When the second man went to pick up the woman, Fyusao added, "Just one for thing Kaldag." "What?" Kaldag responded. "How do you use magic in this world?"

Fyusao got a very brief answer to his question, but it satisfied him anyway. Kaldag put his hand over the female's head and started to say something, but stopped. "You do it." He told Fyusao.

"You do what?"

"Put her to sleep. You do remember the words for a continued sleep, after all I just told you."

"Oh shut-up. You only told me indirectly anyway." Then turning to the human he said, "Sé onr slytha néiat letta." With that Kaldag picked up the woman, mumbled something, and disappeared.

Fyusao, not even slightly worn out from the spell he'd just done, sighed, and Murtagh woke up.

End of dream

Murtagh mumbled the counter spell to the charm that had woken him up, and got out of bed. "Garjzla," Murtagh mumbled, using the light that came out of his palm to find the chair at one end of his room. He sat down, and reached out with his mind. After several minutes of searching, Murtagh found the mind that resembled Thorn.

When trying to enter his mind, Thorn attacked, as Murtagh expected he would. After Murtagh had said, "Eka eddyr onr shur'turgal," Thorn let him join his mind. Murtagh picked through the information that Thorn had collected about the pathway to Du Weldenvarden and let Thorn look through his day. Once they had both gotten the information that each wanted Thorn accused, You are hiding something.

What do you mean?

You are hiding something.

Hiding what?

You are hiding something.

Stop saying that!

Well, you are! Thorn's mind voice held slight amusement

What am I hiding?

Something.

What do you want?

I want to know what you are hiding.

I am not hiding anything!

Say that in the ancient language.

That in the ancient language.

You know what I meant. An annoyed tone had now taken over the amused one.

Murtagh was silent.

Well? It is now obvious you are hiding something. What are you hiding.

What Thorn recognized as a sigh went across the link before the short dream flashed before Thorn's eyes.

There, ya happy, Murtagh said and started to withdraw from the link.

No, but it'll do. And the link snapped.

Murtagh felt Galbartorix's mind before he actually entered Murtagh's thoughts. Before the king could say anything, Murtagh transferred all that he had found out about Thorn's position in the ancient language, and withdrew before he could find out about his dream. Galbatorix seemed satisfied.

Murtagh walked back over to his bed, laid himself down, and fell into the black depths of a dreamless sleep.

Hope you enjoyed it! It isn't much but whatever. I have 45 minutes of homework every night guaranteed, and generally I also have another 30 minutes. Since I also have to read other fanfics, and make dinner, I only have weekends to write, so my updates might take a while. Love all of the… seven reviewers I've had.

DragonRider2000 – glad you liked my chapter, and I hope this Murtagh chapter was good enough for you.

Ancient language guide:

Taka eka eom Galbatorix – take me to Galbatorix.

Ebrithil – master.

Sé eld vanyalí sem eru néiat eka waíse lettaí fra waíse eld vanyalí – May everybody except me not be able to use magic. (not literal translation. If you want one, talk to me about it in a review)

Hljödhr – silent

Eitha eka – leave me

Sé onr slytha néiat letta – may your sleep not stop

Garjzla – light

Eka eddyr onr shur'turgal – I am your rider

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