Powerful Gifts
By:Novicewriter
Okay, just for my most common reviewer, Nutz Nina, I will try my best to read over, and fix, my story. I don't normally have time to do this, but for once, I might just have the time to. You guys rule. I am so happy that you guys like my story. R/R
10 leagues outside of Surda.
"Eragon?"asked Murtagh
"Yes..."replied Eragon
"What on earth am I supposed to do when we get there?"
"What kind on question is that, you are going to come with me to see Nausada."
"The kind of question that a man who is close to being butchered by a bunch of dwarves would ask." replied Murtagh grinning
"Well, I don't know what you should do, but I assume that no one will try to kill you while you are walking next to me."
"I sure hope so, because I am really not in the mood to run away from a bunch of people who hate every fiber of my being."
"Well, thats understandable."
The trip to Surda continued in silence between the too until they could see the city.
"Alright, here we go..." stated Murtagh in a false exited tone.
"I guess so."
The two landed outside of the city gates, and then walked toward the two guards that were keeping watch. Eragon had to stifle back a laugh when the guards nearly fainted, and he could hear Saphira laughing also. They were about to stop Eragon in his tracks, but then remembered their status, and kept silent.
"I have come at the request of lady Nausada." stated Eragon
"Yes Shadeslayer, Nausada has informed us of your upcoming arrival, and has requested that we tell you to meet her in her office." replied one of the guards
"Thank you."
Eragon, Murtagh, and their dragons all stepped into the gates, just to be greeted by strange, sour looks.
"Well, this is actually better then I expected." said Murtagh to Thorn
"Mm, I don't know what to think of them." Thorn replied
"Thorn, we did kill one of the leaders in their city, I was expecting an angry mob."
"I guess Nausada must have told them otherwise, or your anticipation, would have been right on."
At that Murtagh broke the connection, and turned his attention back to the glaring faces that surrounded him.
The dungeon at Uru'bean
Violet had been in the dungeon now for 1½ weeks, and it was starting to take its toll on her body and mind. She could hardly think without Murtagh's face staring back at her, and when she slept, she was haunted by nightmares.
"I wonder if I will ever get out of here." Violet thought
"I wonder if they will keep me locked away, torture me, or just kill me, once Galbatorix has figured that I really know nothing."
Suddenly a click resounded into the thin air on the dungeon, and broke Violet's concentration.
"Hello Violet." came the snake like voice that had so often interrupted her sleep
"What now." Violet thought
When she looked up, she was staring into the lifeless eyes of the king. She cast her eyes back down, hoping that he would just leave her be. A guard had warned her yesterday of him coming to personally oversee her torture, but she didn't believe him. She had not been tortured hardly beyond a slap to the face yet, but she had assumed that the pain would become steadily worse.
"I have decided to begin your interrogation today." said the voice
Violet was not stupid, and she knew enough to know that "Interrogation," meant torture, and her thoughts were justified, because the next words she heard were...
"Bring her to the torture room." Galbatorix whispered to one of the guards
The lock to the iron cell clicked open, and in came a guard. Violet just prayed that Galbatorix did not stay long enough into hr torture to hear her scream.
"that would give him far to much pleasure." Thought Violet
Violet was dragged out of her cell, and thrown to the ground, where another guard grabbed her wrists, and brought her to a large room.
The room had chains hung on the walls, and a large table, where prisoners were lashed and branded, which was her destination.
"Now, girl. Tell me where Murtagh went, or this whip is your new companion." hissed Galbatorix
"I have no idea." Violet murmured, "Even if I did, I would never tell you."
"Wrong answer, girl."
At those words, rope was tied to Violets wrists and ankles, and she was tied down to the long table. As much as Violet wanted though, she would not give him the pleasure of seeing her struggle. She was laid on her stomach, and then stripped of her shirt. She had never felt so exposed and helpless, but these thoughts were gone when the whip hit her bare back.
Violet bit her bottom lip until she felt blood pore down her chin, and then let out a cry of anguish. She started counting the lashes, 1,2,3,4,5,etc. She got up to 17 before the evil man stopped. She was then untied, but it was not over.
The guard tied her again so that she was laying on her back now, her breasts exposed, but that was the least of her problems. Galbatorix walked up to her with a dagger in hand, and started cutting her arms in lines. The cutting continued for a good 15 minutes before the torture ended.
She was given back her shirt, which she put on gratefully, and taken back to her cell, but before Galbatorix left her, he told her that he would be back tomorrow, which set her heart with tears, but she hid her face behind a mask.
"At least it is over." She thought, before drifting into sweet unconsciousness.
I know, a little graphic, but I am having a bad day, and the end of this chapter matched my mood perfectly. I will not write tomorrow, but Thursday will probably leave me time to update. Nutz Nina, I know there are probably still mistakes, but I did the best I could with 30 minutes to write and edit a story.