The Only One: Zelephina
Chapter 1
(Chapter 41 of Eragon)
"Sytha!" Eragon mummered towards a soldier, causing the guard to collapse. He had been stuck in the Empire's tower in Gil'ead for several hours.
"Did you kill him?" Asked a deep voice from the shadows.
"Murtagh!" The warrior called out in astonishment.
"Yes, it's me." Murtagh grinned at his partner as he lifted his fake beard to reveal his shaven face.
"I need you to help me, and quick. There's an elf imprisoned here, and we have to rescue her!"
"Eragon, we need to flee while we can. We may not have a chance later… But if you insist, then I will." Murtagh told his friend as he handed to keys to Eragon for him to unlock the door.
With a single twist, the door slid open, revealing a gorgeous midnight haired elf.
"She's… beautiful… but hurt." Eragon frowned.
"We'll heal her later. Do you have enough strength to carry her?" Murtagh asked his friend. Eragon just shook his head.
"I'll carry her then." He flipped the light elf on his shoulder as they began to head towards the exit.
"Are we going to be able to escape without being seen?" The dirty blonde asked his dark partner.
"No." Murtagh replied bluntly.
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"Wait here." Murtagh told Eragon as laid the elf down on the table.
We need some weapons…
His thoughts were interrupted
What's that noise? It's very faint, but it sounds like footsteps…Graceful, elegant footsteps…
As soon as they came, the noise disappeared.
"ARGGGG!"
While Murtagh was busy thinking of the noise, a gigantic Urgal had caught Murtagh and began to swing its inhuman club. With a great amount of speed, Murtagh dodged the hit and counter attacked with his sword. The giant creature fell to the ground unconscious.
After a couple more feet, Murtagh had reached a strange room. It was full of all sorts of weapons, ranging from a small knife to a huge spear.
He immediately recognized Zar'roc.
Next to it was a strange bow and unsheathed sword.
Those must be the elves weapons.
He quickly hurried back to Eragon.
"We need to hurry. There's a shade here." Eragon urgently told Murtagh.
"There is? In that case, tell Saphira that we're leaving now." Murtagh replied, disappointed to see his plan ruined.
"Well, it's too late now…" A mysterious voice entered the conversation.
The two spun around to find the shade before them. His hair was as red as the sun's flames, and his eyes as black as the dark.
"I'll take care of him." Murtagh quietly unsheathed his sword.
"No. He wants me alive so it is best that I fight him. I'll stall him, but don't take too long." Eragon whispered back.
"Fine. Go ahead. Don't worry though; you won't have to fight him long." Murtagh began running down towards the hallway.
I need to hurry… Saphira is waiting.
Murtagh was heading towards the exit to Saphira, but stopped.
The footsteps had come again. This time they were getting stronger.
"Reveal yourself!" Murtagh yelled in their direction.
Nothing responded.
"I don't have time for this…" Murtagh ran towards the sound and unsheathed his sword once again.
Right before his eyes, was a beautiful mistress. She had long, gorgeous, brunette hair with a little tint of golden. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, and her dress was made of the finest blue cloth to match her eyes. In the back of her beautiful locks was a blue lace ribbon. The girl appeared as a walking angel.
Yet, with her perfect beauty, her face dawned sadness. Her sapphire eyes were filled with sorrow, and were as large as a puppy's. No trace of a smile was on her pale face, and was instead replaced with an innocent frown. She seemed so lonely…
"Wh- who are you?" He tried to force a glare, but couldn't.
"I'm Zelephina. Who are you and why are you here?" She asked him with curiosity.
"I can't tell you…"
"Fine then." She began to turn around, but was caught on the shoulder by a hand.
"Wait… Before I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone." He couldn't let her go so soon. He knew he should've been with Saphira by now, but this girl was something he couldn't brush away.
"I promise." She agreed.
"My name is Murtagh and I'm helping a friend escape. Why are you here?" He told her what he was doing as simply as he could.
"I'm doing just what your friend is. Escaping. Probably not for the same reason though…" She trailed off.
Murtagh couldn't help but to think that he had met her before… She seemed somewhat familiar to him… Yet at the same time, he couldn't remember her ever crossing paths with her.
He wasn't the only one seeing daishavu. Zelephina though he resembled someone in her past. Although, neither could she remember exactly who he was. All she knew was that he was familiar to her.
Time was running out for her though. Staying focus on her original task was essential. With a quick leap, she slipped away from the young man and towards the door.
Swoosh
In the blink of an eye, Murtagh placed his sword against her neck. He thought he knew what she was thinking. How could he be sure to trust her?
This little traitor… What a fool I was to think that I could trust a stranger?
Zelephina seemed unfazed.
"I know you don't trust me… I don't blame you…" She admitted. He kept the sword in place.
"Why should I trust you anyways?"
"I never asked you to trust me." She simply replied. With a simple flick of her fingers, his sword was tossed onto the ground.
Murtagh flinched from the sight before him. Her strength was monstrous. Never before had he seen such strength from a female, let alone any human.
Zelephina solemnly told the male, "It would be best for us to never mention this encounter to anyone." And with that, she began walking towards the door once again. It was no use running, for that would only waste energy since she was only paces away from her freedom…
But something stopped her.
A cold hand was placed on her shoulder.
Her eyes grew large.
Her breath getting heavier by the second.
She knew that hand… It was so consciously familiar to her… The same hand from sometime before in her childhood… Except, this hand was much colder from the one she had experienced when she was eight…
The hand slowly rose up above her head. Her body was paralyzed… hypnotized… completely numb.
Bam!
She fell to the floor, unconscious.