OK. Sorry its taken so long to update. My computer got a HUGE virus and had to be recovered. mutters my smart little computer somehow saved all my documents and pictures and stuff. So I only really lost my games and stuff. (wich truly sucks) But I am back now so lets get started!

Disclaaimer: Don't own this or anything in this story. If I did, why would I be posting it here?

Murtagh sat on a tall noble horse; clutching to Tornac's tunic who was sitting in front of him. His eyes were on the sky as he watched his father and his great red dragon sour through the air above him.

"Dragon's are amazing." He said in a dreamy voice. Tornac glanced at the sky too.

"Yes they are." He said, "But that one is a murderer." He added in an undertone. Murtagh took no noticed and continued to watch the sky. They continued on like this for what seemed like forever to Murtagh. Finally the great walls of Uru'bean came into view.

"This Murtagh," Tornac said over his shoulder. "Is the greatest and worst city you will ever enter."

Morzan and his dragon landed in the dragon keep near the back of the castle. Morzan dismounted and jumped a little when a threatening growl came from the corner of the huge room. He relaxed when he realized who it was.

"It's ok Shruikan." He said. The black dragon growled again but did nothing. He quickly bade his dragon farewell and headed down to retrieve Murtagh and Tornac. People skirted out of his way as he walked through the halls; giving him fearful glances as he passed. It gave him a grim satisfaction that he was known and feared. It was something he had wanted even before he became a dragon rider, although he hadn't pictured himself achieving his dream quite like the way it had happened.

Tornac frowned as Murtagh excitedly inspected their room. He had ended up having to share a room with the boy; not that he minded too much, but sometimes you need your privacy. Murtagh had been wide eyed ever since they entered; taking in everything around him. He even had the nerve to ignore his father while Morzan was talking to them. That had been a big mistake. Murtagh's cheek was still beat red.

"Look at this view!" the Murtagh exclaimed as he looked out the window.

"You can see the entire city from here!" Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Murtagh rushed to open it but Tornac stopped him,

"You cannot trust anyone in this castle Murtagh. Do you understand me? Not everyone means you well like at home." He cautioned. Murtagh started at him for a moment, his eyes narrowing.

"Alright." He said in a serious voice, "I will remember that." He walked up to the door and asked who is was.

"I am a maid. I have something for you." A female voice said through the door. Murtagh looked at Tornac and Tornac nodded. Murtagh opened the door to reveal a middle-aged woman holding a pile of neatly folded clothes. Her brown hair was pulled behind her head in a tight bun, and the dress she wore was that of a servant.

"These are the clothes you two are to wear to the party." She said briskly as she put the clothes on one of the beds.

"What is your name?" Murtagh said as he walked behind her.

"Elle." She said simply before turning to leave.

"Thank you Elle." Murtagh said kindly. She stopped her retreat from the room and turned to examine the boy. Tornac took a step forward protectively.

"Your not what I expected the son of Morzan to be." She said quietly. Then suddenly remembering her place she turned and scurried out of the room. Tornac watched the door shut thoughtfully. Kindness is not something he expected from Murtagh either.

"I have to wear THIS?" Murtagh exclaimed from behind him. Tornac turned and let out a laugh. Murtagh was holding up the tunic and looking at it with revulsion.

"Well well, getting a little fancy are we?" he snickered. Murtagh put down the shirt and reached for Tornac's pile. His face fell when he looked at Tornac's shirt.

"Well yours is alright. Why do I have to look like a spoiled brat?" Murtagh said sourly.

"Because that's what you are. Now get dressed. We have a long night ahead of us."

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A hooded figure stood in an alleyway beneath the castle. A long sword was strapped to his waist and his face was cast towards the castle. Today was the day; the day when he would get his revenge. He will pay! The man thought angrily. He will pay for his treachery, he will pay for all the lives he has costs, and he will pay for the life of my Saphira! Brom glared up at the castle, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

"I will make you pay Morzan. Even if it is the last thing I do." He vowed before walking off into the night.

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The grand hall was packed to its limit that night. Everywhere you looked there would be nobles gossiping or discussing politics. However the most common theme of conversation that night was the king's mysterious daughter. Who was she? Where did she come from? Servants walked though the crowd with trays, serving the nobles drinks and little samples of food. Everyone was smiling and happy. Well, almost everyone. Standing in the corner of the room were three very sullen figures who refused to leave their places at statues along the wall. Morzan stood in his black tunic and black leather pants, glaring out over the crowd; his sword strapped to his waist. Murtagh stood beside his father, watching everyone with a frown on his face that had nothing to do with his tight tunic with embroidered sleeves. Tornac stood next to Murtagh, his arms crossed and like his company, a frown on his face. Everyone gave them a wide berth and no one dared tried to speak with them. A group of little girls suddenly split through the crowd and stopped dead in front of the threesome. The girl's eyes traveled over each of the men then landed on Murtagh. They all burst into a fit of giggles and ran away. Murtagh's frown deepened,

"Are girls that ridiculous or just the ones around here?" he said in a dark tone. Morzan glared at the stop were the girls had been.

"No, not all of them are twittering fools. Just the spoiled noble's daughter's that you will be forced to endure." He said in an equally dark tone as his son. Tornac shifted uncomfortably. A loud creaking sound could suddenly be heard as the back doors were opened. In strode the kind surrounded by guards, and at his right marched a little girl. Morzan and Tornac stood up and to get a better look at the girl while Murtagh stood on his tiptoes. From what Tornac could see, the girl was small, a little shorter then Murtagh, and her hair was a light golden color. He guessed Galbatorix had never taken her out in public for her eyes were opened wide and she was sticking close to her "father". Everyone started to bow as the King and princess passed and that when Tornac noticed something. The little girl had pointed ears. A murmured whisper went through the crowd and the girl turned scarlet. Finally they reached the high table and sat down. The king Smiled at the girl then stood up.

"Good evening. As you all know, we are here to celebrate the birthday of my daughter, Kamara. She is very honored that you all have showed up. And she thanks you for your gifts! " He said motioning to the pile in the corner. Everyone clapped then stopped, expecting more. But more never came. The king sat back down and stared down at the people. Everyone hastily returned to what they were doing.

Morzan dragged Murtagh thought he crowd up to the table were the king and princess were sitting. As he approached the king bent down and whispered something into Kamara's ear. The girl's eyes again went huge.

"My good friend, it is good to see you." Galbatorix said.

"It is good to see you as well. But may have a private word?" Morzan said, his tone never changing. The king's eyes narrowed but he nodded.

"Through here." He said, motioning to a door behind the table. The king grabbed Kamara's hand and pulled her to her feet to come with him. In turn, Morzan pulled Murtagh in with them.

"What is this all about?" Galbatorix asked when the door was securely shut.

"Are you crazy?!" Morzan demanded. "She is an elf!"

"She is only half elf. Her father was human, her mother an elf." Galbatorix explained. Morzan's eyes went wide.

"And why isn't she with her parents?" Morzan asked.

"Her mother died giving birth. Her father was unfortunately killed shortly before I found her. Galbatorix said with an evil gleam in his eye. It struck Murtagh all of a sudden that the king had killed this girl's father.

"Why? Why is she so special?" Morzan said.

"She could be very powerful. Potentially a great asset." Galbatorix. Morzan frowned. Did he not mind saying this right in front of the girl?

"I think," Morzan began but he was cut off.

"What you think does matter at this point, so I would keep your opinion to yourself Forsworn." Galbatorix said with venom in his voice. He stormed out of the dark hallway with the girl trotting behind him in her little dress. She glanced over her shoulder before exiting, and she and Murtagh's eyes met. Green He noted before she quickly turned. As the door shut Murtagh started to get concerned. He was trapped in a dark hallway with his father. No escape. He headed for the door but Morzan stopped him.

"Murtagh!" he said sharply. Murtagh froze.

"Don't move." He said quietly. As quick as lightening he drew his sword and swirled around. A loud clash was heard as his red blade met metal. Murtagh gasped as he saw another man there. He couldn't see the man's face because he wore a hood.

"Well well well, I wasn't expecting to see you again Brom." Morzan said casually. Their swords parted and they circled each other. Murtagh could tell that the man had glanced at him.

"Get your son out of here, he has no part of this." The man mumbled.

"Ever the protector of the innocent I see. Your order is gone Brom." He said sneering. All of a sudden screams could be heard from outside the hallway. Morzan's turned to the sound and Brom struck. Murtagh stood rooted to the spot and watched the fight with amazement. He had never seen such fighting in his life. Their sword seemed to not be a tool of destruction, but more an extra limb.

"Murtagh! Get out of here!" Morzan yelled from within his fight. Murtagh obeyed and ran out the door. A scream pierced the air as Murtagh passed the table were the king and his daughter had been. Everyone was in complete chaos. People were running around and screaming while guards were yelling orders.

"Murtagh!" someone yelled and the boy turned in time to see Tornac sweep up behind him and scoop him up.

"Put me down!" Murtagh demanded as he started to squirm. Tornac ignored him and ran with the boy over his shoulder out of the hall. He carried Murtagh though hall after hall till finally they stopped. Torna placed Murtagh on the floor and the boy burst into a stream of questions.

"What is going on? Some man attacked father in that hallway! Why is everyone screaming?" he asked.

"There is an attack on the castle! I'm sorry I had to pick you up like that, but I had to get you to a safe place."

"This is safe?" Murtagh said waving his arms around. Tornac glanced around.

"Perhaps not but," his words were cut off by an explosion. The room they had been standing next to blew open. And a stream of elves came though. Tornac ran over to where Murtagh had fallen and saw the boy was unconscious. Suddenly a blade was pointed at his neck. Tornac froze as the elves scurried around him. Suddenly he saw one step out of the whole of the wall holding a large blue polished stone…

"The dragon egg!" he cried out. All the elves turned to him,

"Give us one reason why we shouldn't kill you." The one pointing the sword at him asked.

"I do not care for the king. I am only this boy's protector." He said quickly. The elves look at each other then the one lowered his sword. He sighed with relief. Suddenly the elf took the hilt of the sword and smashed it against Tornac's head.

Screaming, so much screaming. An explosion and a hooded man. The memories flew through Murtagh's brain as he tried to sort them all out. His eyes slid open slowly and he looked around. There was a large whole in the wall and debris everywhere. Tornac was lying unconscious next to him. Murtagh slowly rose to his feet. All of a sudden his mind was penetrated with pain and a mental image was forced into his mind.

The hooded man named Brom was standing over Morzan with the red in his hand. Blood was dripping slowly from the sword… They were outside in one of the garden's and Morzan was laying crumpled on the ground, his giant red dragon lying moaning next to his fallen rider.

Murtagh gasped and took off towards the gardens. Tornac would be alright, but Murtagh had to know. He had to know if it was true. The boy ran as fast as his leg's would carry him towards the gardens. Everyone once and a while he would run past a running person. Friendly or not he did not care. All he cared about was seeing his father's dead body; it was what he had lived for. Finally he reached it and ran towards were the fight had ended. He didn't know how he knew were to go, he just knew. He skidded to a stop and slowly walked into the center of the garden. It was exactly how he had seen it, Morzan laying on the ground with the man, Brom, standing over him. The massive red dragon was collapsed over the ground, his breathing labored and his eyelids half closed.

Murtagh slowly walked over to his father's body and looked down; Brom did nothing.

Morzan was breathing hard and blood was dripping from his mouth and nose. Murtagh glared down at him.

"Now you know how it feels." He said evilly. Morzan looked up at him with wide eyes. Brom stirred finally. Murtagh looked up at him. They both stood there for a couple minutes, just staring at each other till suddenly the dragon let out a horrible roar. Murtagh jumped and looked at the creature who was writhing and roaring in agony. Suddenly the boy realized why. He looked back down at his father's body and realized he had died. Brom walked over the dragon and lay a hand on the creature who stopped writhing immediately.

"Sleep my brother. You have nothing left now" Brom muttered. The great dragon took in a breath then let it out in a great sigh. His eye lids slowly slid shut as his spirit left him. Brom turned back to Murtagh.

"I am sorry that this has happen to you." He said awkwardly.

"Don't be." Murtagh said and he walked away towards the castle. Brom stared open mouth at the boy then looked down at Morzan.

"You really where a monster. Even your own son will not miss you."

AH! IM SSOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! Ugh this was finished a good week after what I wrote up at the top there. iggles innocently Real life was attacking me with full force. I started a new semester this week and my classes are much harder then my old ones. Plus the muse was not with me. But I have it now. It's ok. So what did ya think? Did you like Brom in this chapter. I noticed you guys were looking forward to some great entrance for the king's daughter….. Im not good with little kids…so you wont get to find out what she is actually like for another 1 possibly two chapters. Yes she is half elf. I know that sound marysueish. Sorry about that, but she isn't going to hold some great magical power that is the one key to save the world. Ew no. I meant to make her part bigger, but I couldn't. I just wanted to make a point that she was innocent, not poisoned by the king yet. Yes her father was JUST killed, so shes still a little upset at this point.

asldssg – I hope she didn't seem sueish. I don't like marysues much and I truly hope I don't turn her into one.

LoNni-passes out you really think so! I am honored!

-Bista- Good good. How far are you into the book?

Tiger Priestess- Ugh! Not that type of party! I would never make poor Murtagh endure that!

Jeeves1729- Ya its my first story. But I have been writing for years so its not like I have never done it before. wink

Cornelia Claire Chase- Ha ha, I got your update alert right as I started to write these responces.

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