AN: This chapter is mostly just a filler chapter... Not much happens... My friend and I are students, so don't expect too many chapter to be put out. However, we have completely neglected this story for about a month, and we feel that we should finish what we started. Please review. It helps us come up with ideas and helps us really see what affect we have. This is our first story. We are bound to make many mistakes. If you see any, please PM us. Disclaimer: We do not own IC, CP does... We are not CP...

Chapter 3

{MURTAGH'S POV}

Time skip 10 years

Murtagh quietly sprinted through the heavily wooded area. He scanned the forest, remembering the day he had lost the person closest to him.

"He was working in the fields when he heard it; a scream, piercing the cool, brisk morning air. He stood still for a second, until a horrifying feeling creeped up on him as he realised that it was the sound of his brother. He sprinted towards the source, glancing back at Roran. His Uncle Garrow ran out of the small cottage, looking around frantically.

They combed the forest, looking for any signs of him. Murtagh was ready to burst into tears, as no matter where they looked, they couldn't find him. Murtagh wasn't willing to give up, and continued searching the same area over and over, as if his life depended on it.

"I'm, sorry, but I don't believe that we will be able to find him today," his Uncle Garrow said with a voice of remorse.

'I cannot, we have to find him,' Murtagh thought to himself.

"Eragon!" he yelled,"ERAGON!"

Murtagh heard strange noises. He looked around but could not find the source. After a while of searching, Murtagh gave in to his tired state. He saw strange figures moving around, and heard that same noise.

"Hello?" Murtagh asked the darkness that surrounded him. "Is anyone there?"

Murtagh grew scared, anxious to get home and back to safety. Running back, he arrived at Garrow's doorstep, crying.

"I can't find Eragon. I'm scared Uncle," Murtagh wiped his eyes. They were red due to his tiredness and crying. Garrow brought Murtagh to him bed and laid him there, putting him to sleep.

The next day, Murtagh, Roran, and Garrow went to the town to get a few supplies. Murtagh saw that two shadows had cast over him and Roran while they were waiting for Garrow.

"Hello little boys, we are new to this town. Do you know where we can buy meat?" One of them said. He had a slight hissing sound whenever he spoke. Murtagh recognized this from the previous evening and began to back away. He tripped over a stick left on the path, and fell. The other man reached his gloved hand out to Murtagh, but Murtagh didn't accept it.

"Who are you?" Murtagh asked in a slightly frightened tone. Murtagh was still on the ground. He didn't notice his hands were bleeding from the stones on the path.

"We are the Razor Brothers. We are barbers," one replied in his raspy tone,"We are looking for some meat for our supper."

Roran pulled Murtagh up, and pointed in the direction of Sloan's butchery. Roran hand shook a little as he raised it. Murtagh could tell Roran was truly afraid.

(End Flashback)

Murtagh remembered the fateful day when Eragon vanished, unable to be confirmed dead or alive.

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"Come on Eragon! You can do better than that!" Eragon the First shouted.

Eragon was currently in a heated battle with Vrael. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and blood was dripping from his entire torso. Vrael was just teasing him, cutting him her and there. But, Eragon took him by surprise and dodge one of Vrael's stabs. Eragon took the opportunity and cut Vrael's side. Vrael was somewhat shocked, and began to move faster, quickening his steps, swipes, and parries. Anurin suggested that they should not dull their swords with wards, and instead to let Eragon feel the pain of a real sword. This was Eragon's tenth year with them. He learned about swords and swordplay from Vrael. He also learned how one strengthens their mind, how to attack someone's mind, and how to defend his own mind, all from Anurin. From Eragon the First, he learned the finer arts; history, arts, wit, and went more in depth into the Ancient Language. Though they did not show it, the three mentors were impressed at the speed Eragon learned. He caught on to things very quickly. Eragon was currently strengthening his muscles, and learning to cope with pain. They placed weight on him to make his body slightly heavier and harder to hold up. They placed a spell to make him noticeably slower when moving around. With this, Eragon was able to move just as fast as he was before they had put the weight and spells in him. Now, without the weight, he was significantly faster. They also reduced his oxygen supply. Eragon is now used to low oxygen intakes, and can work normally, though a slight decrease in performance was noted. In areas with high oxygen, his body is now able to use all of the oxygen efficiently.

"Yes, Eragon. Yes! YES!" Eragon the First shouted as Eragon landed hit after hit, giving Vrael a few bruises and cuts on his torso. Eragon quickly ducked under Vrael's sweeping sword swing, and held his sword next to Vrael's neck. Anurin was secretly impressed. This was Eragon's first time,in the ten years he had been with them, that Vrael had lost to Eragon.

"You are almost ready, Eragon," Anurin congratulated.