Powerful Gifts

by:Novicewriter

It seems that everyone liked that last chapter, so I might put in even more detail, and even more torture, because almost everyone said they liked that. Moving on with the story R/R.

In Nausada's office.

Eragon knocked on the large oak door, and waited.

"Come in." can a muffled reply.

Murtagh pushed open the door, and the two men entered.

"Hello riders." Nausada stated

"You wanted to speak with us." said Eragon

"Yes, first things first, Murtagh, how are you feeling?"

"As good as can be expected."replied Murtagh

"Well, thats good, we can use all that allies that we can get."

"Anything else, I assume that you did not call both of us all this way to see how Murtagh was feeling." said Eragon with a grin.

"You are right Eragon, riders, we have reason to believe that Galbatorix is about to make another move." Nausada said with a frown, " We are having a meeting in a couple of hours, to decide the next course of action, and we need both of you to show up. Until then, I will have a servant take you to your rooms, and have you summoned when the meeting is about to take place."

"Thank you lady Nausada, but if I may ask, with Orik be at this meeting?"asked Eragon

"Why of course, Why do you ask?"

A flash of recognition flooded the queens face as she realized what the importance of the question was.

"Oh, Murtagh, I will make sure that there are no fowl words lashed upon you during your stay in Surda, but I cannot control Orik's feelings toward you, or the entire dwarf race for that matter."

"I understand." Murtagh replied

A servant was summoned to bring Eragon and Murtagh to their rooms.

Eragon and Murtagh were led down multiple hallways filled with sculptures and paintings before the servant stopped at a pair of heavy cedar doors.

"I hope that you find your room well suited riders." said the young servant

"Thank you." Eragon replied politely, and nodded for the servant to continue her other tasks.

Murtagh was the first to make a move towards the doors, and push the heavy wood to the side. The room had blue velvet carpet, and two rooms that were separated by a much thinner door. There were two windows that over looked the city. The riders could see where their dragons were being held from the windows, and they could spy the two dragons flying above the building that they were to be staying. Murtagh went into the other room to see on identical to the first, but the comforter on the bed was a deep red, instead of the blue on the other. In the far corner of both rooms was a plain wardrobe that already had clothes for both of them in it, and a bookshelf, with many scrolls on it.

"Well, this is nice." Murtagh stated in awe.

"I am just glad that we have windows, and I am sure this is better than your accommodations last time you were with the Varden." Eragon said playfully

"Definitely, the dungeon was nice, but it was not the best place for stretching your legs."

Eragon and Murtagh passed out on the beds.

Back to the torture that most seem to like...a little to much.

Violet was awake in her cell, wondering what would become of her. She had only had one more torture session in the past three days, but she expected another today, and as though reading her thoughts, she heard the faint step echoing through the halls.

"Unlock the doors." cam the heinous voice of the one she hated most

"Yes your majesty." came the reply

Violet sat up expecting what was to come next.

"Women, you try my patience. I just want answers." Galbatorix said in a false voice

Violet was smart enough to see beyond that ruse.

"I wont give you information that I don't have!" came Violets angered reply

"Then, I guess we have to make another appointment."

At that the nearest guard unlocked her cell, and took her out. As usual, she just walked alongside the guard, because she would not give Galbatorix the pleasure of seeing her objecting.

She was once again led to the large cell that had the table and the whip, but this time she was not led to the table, she was led to the wall with the chains hanging from it. The guard latched her to the wall, and then gave Galbatorix the whip. Galbatorix coated the whip in some fowl smelling liquid, and then started the lashes.

"The whip burned her skin, and she could smell the awful stench of seithr oil. Even after the wretched king stopped, she could feel the oil burning into her flesh, and she could not do anything to stop it. What she didn't know, was Murtagh was scrying her from his bedroom in Surda. He watched as she screamed in agony, and saw the tears rush down her face.

Galbatorix turned her around on the chains, and instead of cutting her arms, moved on to her legs. He started at her ankles, and kept cutting until he reached her upper thigh.

Just when Violet thought that it was over, Galbatorix cut into her abdomen, sending sering pain up into all the fibers of her person. She screamed, then she passed into sweet unconsciousness, while blood trickled out of her many wounds.

Murtagh stared in horror at the screen before him, before letting the magic falter, then disapeer.

Well, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, I got some nice reviews on my last one. R/R