Ok, I know this chapter isn't all that great and it ended rather... suddenly (I know I could have added more but I couldn't think of anything), but it's still a chapter.
This is one of the longest chapters so far.
Either way, enjoy the chapter.
LadyMalfoyx

Weeks passed by as awkward silences passed between Darcie and Murtagh whenever they were in the same room. By the time a month had passed, Kazryth had grown fairly big. It was decided because of his sudden growth spurt, he should be moved to another barn outside in a field nearby Thorn's.

Darcie waited down the hall the day of the guards' attempts to move Kazryth alone in the evening. A mental image came to her mind - the room Kazryth was in and the guards were advancing, looking angry. She sensed the fear and alarm of her dragon. It was then she decided to walk down the hall and into the room.

"Do you need to acquire some assistance?" Darcie asked the guards smugly - they were the ones that told her they would handle it.

"Just..."

Before the guard could finish his sentence, Kazryth ran around and through the legs of guards and jumped into Darcie's arms. Since he was rather heavy now, Darcie almost fell when he landed on her. As he nuzzled against her shoulder, his serene attitude had wiped away her smug feeling.

Looking at the guards, Darcie could tell they were trying not to scowl. Turning on her heel, Darcie then left the halls and headed outside. She sensed Kazryth's sudden panic, and tried to show him where she was taking him.

Home?

Finally a new word, all Darcie had been hearing was her name and 'no' for the past month.

Yes.

She then opened the barn door. She walked into the main area of the barn. It was built for a dragon the size of two houses, so she felt like an ant inside the room. She then put down Kazryth and stepped back. Closing her eyes, images of how to open the side door she came through and the main front door came to her. She opened up her conscious and showed Kazryth the mental images. The panic that had arisen from him being put down was set aside as he was shown the exits.

Darcie turned around to leave. As she walked away, she heard the clicking of Kazryth's feet hitting the wooden floor. Turning around, she saw him looking up at her with big green eyes just below her. She walked backwards and he followed her.

"You have to stay here for now," she told him.

The young dragon seemed to understand, but he didn't truly listen. Darcie turned around and headed for the side door again, but she heard Kazryth following her.

"You have to stay here. I'll be back later, I promise," Darcie then said, starting to walk backwards again. She then suddenly tripped on the back of her dress and fell backwards. Just before she figured she'd hit the floor, someone caught her. The person helped her back to her feet and Kazryth squealed, almost as if he was laughing.

Flushed, Darcie turned around to face Murtagh.

"I guess I'm just bad luck when I'm near you," he said with a shrug. "Anyways, Galbatorix calls you for dinner."

Murtagh then saw Kazryth behind Darcie. Kazryth's bright green eyes narrowed back at him as he growled, baring his small, sharp teeth. Darcie looked back at Kazryth, surprised. Murtagh just chuckled and shook his head.

"Figures..." Darcie heard Murtagh mumble.

"What?" she asked sharply and looked back at him.

"He knows the things I've done," Murtagh responded darkly. "He knows my sword most of all."

Darcie noticed a sword sheath hanging off of Murtagh's side.

"What's so important about it?" she asked curiously.

Dragon killer.

"It's a...?"

"Dragon killer," Murtagh finished quietly. He was silent for a moment. "We really have to go."

Kazryth made grumbling noises.

"I'll be back," Darcie responded to the noises simply.

She then walked around Murtagh and through the door; Kazryth stayed where he was, growling at Murtagh. Murtagh backed up until he was outside. He closed the door behind him and caught up with Darcie. She kept muttering, "Dragon killer...?" She then noticed Murtagh next to her and asked, "If your sword is a dragon killer how does your dragon stand it?"

"Thorn knows I mean no harm to the dragons with it," Murtagh responded simply.

"Then how is it a dragon killer if..."

"Za'roc is rightfully my inheritance."

"So your parents are dead then?"

It took Murtagh a moment to realize the princess knew nothing of him.

"They got killed a long time ago," he said quietly.

"Sorry..."

"It's alright."

"So was either of your parents 'dragon riders'."

"My father."

"What happened to him?"

"Another rider took my father's sword and drove it through his heart."

Darcie paled as the image came to her mind. She quickly shook it off and asked, "And you carry around the sword that killed him?"

"I hated my father until the day he died," Murtagh responded with such venom that Darcie nearly jumped out of surprise.

"Who... who was you father? Or dare I ask...?"

"Morzan."

Darcie remembered hearing stories from Desiree about the dragon rider. She then remembered one in specific. Her thoughts were broken by Murtagh's chuckle.

"Yes, you know why I hate him now, eh?"

"I'm not even sure if the stories I was told were true or not," Darcie responded defensively. "I had no clue what was going on outside my room and hallway unless Desiree told me, and yet half the time she wasn't sure if the stories were true. On top of that I had no clue what kind of person your father was, so..."

"An abusive bastard."

"Strong words, Rider."

The two stopped in front of the door that led inside.

"All that man ever gave me was this." Murtagh turned around and lifted up his shirt, revealing an old scar that traced from his left shoulder to his right hip. Darcie's eyes widened in shock - the story was true, the story of how Morzan threw his sword at his three year old son, causing the boy's back to split open. If a healer wasn't nearby, the boy would've died. Darcie never knew who 'the boy' was until now.