Passionate Nights
By: Dream Knight
Chapter 1
Healing the wounds
Eragon gathered the materials Saphira had left behind and put some of the cloths and rags on the ground so Murtagh could lie down. It was sad to see him hurt because he was the closest thing left to a family. Lately, he hadn't heard anything from Roran or Katrina. Now, it was Murtagh, Saphira, and himself. Another thing that contributed to his depression was Thorn's death.
It could have been worse in many ways, Eragon. It could have been Saphira, or even all of us. The blonde dragon rider jumped up in surprise. He cautiously looked around to see if anyone was there. There was no one in view. It wasn't Saphira because she wouldn't refer herself as a third person, or dragon for that matter. One thing was for sure, the voice that was speaking to him was connecting through telepathy.
Who is it? How do you know what I'm thinking? Show yourself now! Eragon grabbed for his bow but was stopped by a weak grip. Shock stunned him for an instant that seemed like minutes. He loosely let go of his bow and the hand around his hand released grip. Drawing upon his courage for anyone that it may be. Worry spread from every bit of his body.
"It's me. Forgive me for prying into your thoughts and for frightening you. I…I just find comfort in your mind." Murtagh answered softly and somewhat attractively. Eragon relaxed as he heard his friend whisper into his ear. He turned around and looked at the older man, although they both still felt like adolescents.
"You gave me such a scare and I felt my mind violated. I ask you not to do that again. If you want to be comforted, talk directly to me or let me help you. I just wish to keep things…" Eragon began but was interrupted by Murtagh.
"…private, secret, safe, protected, or is the word you're looking for is hidden?" Murtagh asked as he tried to finish his young friend's sentence. He truly didn't abuse his power to see into his thoughts because he had suffered that with Galbatorix but instead, he wanted to go back to that little isolated corner that kept Eragon from going crazy. It was a place where his mind drifted off from the cruel reality and cleared all its harsh memories. This time however, he happened to see Eragon in the same place.
"Yes. But why would you do something against my will. Just tell me that it wasn't a habit. Also, swear upon Thorn's soul that you didn't look into my personal thoughts." Eragon spoke with disappointment in his voice.
"If that is what you want me to say yes I have been there often but no I have not invaded your personal thoughts. I just seek my sanity within you. I have come to realize that if it wasn't for you, I would have probably killed myself at the first opportunity I had but you gave me your support even if you didn't know it. But as you asked me to, I swear upon my dragon, Thorn, and his spirit wherever it may be, that I have not abused the ability to look into your thoughts." Murtagh replied.
"I believe you. I know you wouldn't do it to harm me. I must have exaggerated." Eragon said.
He helped Murtagh onto the cloths on the ground. He was bleeding almost everywhere and it seemed too much for his leftover magic alone to cure. He would probably need Saphira's help. She was too far off and he wanted some alone time with Murtagh. He helped Murtagh remove all his clothing aside from his underpants.
Both begin to blush furiously. Eragon takes a few minutes to examine the cuts, bruises, and wounds. If he healed the major injuries, he could only heal a few. If he took care of the easy one, he could heal about half of them.
"Is something wrong? You look quite concentrated." Murtagh asked. He forced himself to lift his body up only millimeters away from Eragon.
"It's just that…I don't know if I can cure enough of them." Eragon answered his companion. Tears came from his eyes and he shook away from disappointment of himself. Just then, two strong but soft hands turned his head around. Murtagh was facing him. Eragon had a strange feeling as if energy was traveling into him.
"I think that should be enough. I have given you that last of my magic for you to use." Murtagh told Eragon. He set himself back on the rags that had been placed on the ground.
"I'll do my best." Eragon said. He prepared the magic and summoned the healing power to Murtagh's wounds. "Waise heill!" The wounds on Murtagh's body sealed up and left small scars.
Eragon lost his sight for an instant and fell on Murtagh with a crash. He was exhausted and sleepy. Murtagh embraced him for a while and let him rest.
The winds blew on for a moment until all died out. Eragon was asleep on the other's bare chest. Murtagh looked up and saw the night sky.
Rest, Eragon. If only you knew what I know. You would never forgive me. Nonetheless, I hope you will accept me. I love you in ways I shouldn't but it's still love, little brother…
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