There's an... implication at the end of this chapter. I was bored and had no ideas, so I spiced things up a bit.

And the dream/premonition may just come to be important later on... you'll find out if it does or not.

Until then, enjoy this chapter!

LadyMalfoyx

Darcie slowly stirred the next morning. She winced at the pounding feeling in her head caused by the light of the sun seeping through the tent. Her body shook as she recalled the same 'dream' she had when in her 'trance'. The sight of Murtagh's body lifelessly lying on the Plains, his bloodied chest from Galbatorix sending his sword through his heart, Thorn dead along with his rider... it was all too much for her.

An empty feeling hit Darcie's stomach; a reminder she hasn't eaten in nearly three days. She slowly pushed herself up and then swung her legs over the edge. She stood up and leaned against the bed for a moment, and then let go. Her legs gave out from under her and she collapsed, but Darcie was determined to stand. She got back up and was fine. Darcie then slowly made her way out of the tent, grabbing things for support along the way. She held onto the pole supporting the tent and, deciding to get it over with faster, flung open the flap. She covered her eyes to protect them from the ruthless Surdan sun. Her eyes adjusted, and then she plodded down the path, following the smell of breakfast being cooked.

"What're you doing?" Darcie recognized Arya's voice.

"Getting food..." Darcie said as she kept walking, not even noticing Arya by her side.

"You can barely walk; I'll get something for you."

"Can't I just...?"

"No. Get back in your tent I will be back."

"But..."

"Go," Arya said firmly.

"Can't I at least see Kazryth?" Darcie finished and looked down at Arya hopefully.

"Soon enough, but not now."

"Come on, please?" Darcie squealed when she felt herself being lifted off the ground. Her head spun once she was finally still.

"Always listen to the healer," she heard Murtagh's voice say as he walked back towards the tent.

"Put me down!" Darcie screamed the entire way back to the tent. Murtagh finally put her back down on the bed. She was still yelling 'put me down' once she was on the bed.

"You're down."

Darcie was quiet. She sat up and glared at him, while he just smiled innocently. She tried to get up and out of the bed again, but with a light push of the shoulders, Murtagh got Darcie to sit down.

"Hey!" Darcie tried to get up again, but Murtagh pushed her back down. With a quick flurry of motion, she whacked his arms out of the way and got up again. She took two steps and felt a magical force pull her back and pin her in a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

"You're going to stay here," Murtagh told her firmly. "And be patient."

"But..."

"No."

"I just..."

"Hey!"

"Want to see..."

"Ah!"

"I JUST WANT TO GO TO VISIT KAZRYTH!" Darcie yelled before Murtagh could cut her off again.

"Well you're going to have to wait then," Murtagh responded simply as he took the chair at the far end of the tent and sat in front, and a few feet away, of Darcie.

He flinched as she started screaming in complaint. He waited for her to stop, but when she wouldn't give in he brought the chair closer, sighed, and covered her mouth with his hand to silence her. She tried to pull away, but he knew where and when she'd jerk away. She bit his hand and, out of instinct, Murtagh pulled away and shook his hand quickly - she had a hard bite. She started kicking around to get out of the force that still held her down in a sitting position, but nothing broke the spell.

Moments later, Arya entered the tent with a tray of food. As soon as she did, Darcie was silent.

"The healers in the far west wing of the castle were wondering what the noise was," she commented casually as she put the tray at the far end of the bed.

Darcie tried to reach, but the force stopped her. Looking at Murtagh expectantly, he released the spell, and she started eating her breakfast.

"What was the noise for?" Arya asked curiously.

"Temper tantrum."

"Uh ug auna ee azrit!" Darcie said, her mouth full. Murtagh chuckled - she definitely was really hungry.

"Don't forget to swallow," he said calmly. Darcie rolled her eyes and swallowed.

"I just want to see Kazryth," she said, repeating what she previously said.

"You'll probably be able to leave here in a day. You seem to have a slight fever that can easily disappear by tomorrow," Arya told her.

"Doesn't fresh air help?" Darcie pointed out.

"I'll open the tent flap just for you," Murtagh said.

Darcie scowled in response. Suddenly her surroundings went black...

I stood in the Burning Plains, watching the battles rage on. Tears stung my eyes and blurred my vision as I saw Murtagh and Thorn among the dead. I then felt myself being pulled across the land behind Shruikan and father. Shruikan took off, burning the lands and people below as he flew over them, and then a blue dot appeared in the distance, quickly getting bigger. I realized it was Saphira.

Shruikan bit the armour on Saphira's neck and she roared as the metal bent into her scales and stabbed through. Eragon, who was on her back, quickly pulled out his bow and arrow and shot it in an open spot on Shruikan - under his front leg. His roar echoed throughout the lands as it punctured the soft, velvety skin left open. Shruikan swung his head around and whacked Eragon out of his saddle and fifty feet away. Saphira tried to dismount Galbatorix from his dragon, but he sent her flying backwards with a simple spell. She landed just inches in front of Eragon, her nose resting on his chest. His panted for breath as Saphira's weight pressed down upon his lungs. She quickly got up and off her rider and helped him back into the saddle. She then took off, trying to fly away from Shruikan and Galbatorix and to an open space where they could fight.

"Coward! Can't even face a fellow Rider in battle! How pathetic!" Galbatorix yelled as Shruikan took off and chased Saphira.

He gained on her quickly and forced her to spiral and plummet on the ground. She landed on Eragon's leg, causing him to let out a yowl of pain as she crushed it. She tried to get up off of Eragon, but Shruikan landed beside her and forced her down and over, slowly killing Eragon. Saphira's dying cries filled the air, but at the last moment, Shruikan let her up and she got up in hopes of saving Eragon. She was weak, knowing Eragon was slowly dying from crushed bones.

To their surprise, Galbatorix healed Eragon, and with his strength Saphira was as strong as he was. She let out a blood-curdling cry and snapped at the seat of Shruikan, hoping to get Galbatorix. She missed, not realizing Galbatorix had jumped off and walked around the great black dragon. He took her by surprise and drove his sword through her armour and into her heart. She let out a raged yet pained cry and, fell. Eragon jumped off and tried to attack Galbatorix, but he pulled his sword out of Saphira and into Eragon. He fell motionlessly next to Saphira.

The tears of hatred and sadness returned and stung my eyes. Because of me, the dragon race would die...

"Stop... please stop!" Darcie cried as the sight of the Burning Plains disappeared. Her hands covered her eyes, making her current world black.

"What did you see?" Arya asked.

"Father... Shruikan... death..." Darcie sobbed.

"Who was murdered?"

"Eragon... and... and Saphira... through the armour the blade went... all my fault..."

Arya put the back of her hand up to Darcie's forehead, appearing slightly surprised after doing so. "You're burning up...". Arya then curiously asked, "What'd you do?"

"Because of me... they're coming..."

"Don't blame yourself," Murtagh cut in softly. "It was the right thing to do, and this way we have a chance to finally destroy the armies and the king, right?"

Fresh tears escaped at the memory of her first premonition.

What's wrong? Kazryth asked the three worriedly.

Darcie's had another premonition.

Another? Kazryth asked, surprised.

She will tell you when the time is right Arya told them both.

I'll be right there.

You can't make it through the camp, Bjartskular.

I would run over every tent if I must.

When I can I'll see you where you are Kazryth... trust me. I'm... I'm being held here by force Darcie told him wearily.

You were going for food Kazryth pointed out casually.

And then to see you.

Arya's name was called by someone distant in the camp. She sighed and said, "I must go for now. I will return later." She then walked out and shut the tent drapes behind her, leaving Darcie and Murtagh in a growing silence.

"You can't stop a premonition from coming true," Darcie said just barely above an audible whisper, tears forming in her eyes once more. "Do you want to know what my other premonition was when I was in my 'trance'? It was similar... it was... just, the battle on the Burning Plains... the armies engaged in battle... and then you and Eragon shot up over the horizon. Fa... Galbatorix," Darcie corrected herself and wiped away her tears. "He then came over the horizon with Shruikan... and... they chased you and Thorn and... and..." Darcie shuddered, both at the memory and to hold in a sob that threatened to be released. "You two landed... and there was a quick battle. You... you tried to... to kill Galbatorix, and then... he knew... he just knew, and he took that spell and..." The comforting warmth of Murtagh's hands calmed her as he took her hands in his. "He used it against you. He used a... a... a strong shield... and the curse..." Darcie couldn't look him in the eye as her vision blurred once more. Looking down at their entwined hands, she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. "It hit you. You and Thorn... were killed like that. Then... he took Za'roc... and made sure you were dead..."

A choked sob escaped Darcie once more, who was still looking down. She saw her hands in his and wished it could be this way forever. She wished she could finally keep something so good in her life, but it seemed fate didn't want it that way. She saw Murtagh's hands slip out of hers, only to feel them lightly forcing her to look up.

"Maybe... maybe it wasn't a premonition. Maybe it was a dream... a nightmare, a thought that was brought to mind under the damn Surdan sun."

"When I... when I saw both your death and Eragon's... what scared me the most before I saw the deaths was... I wasn't there. It was just you and... you and Eragon flying over the horizon, together. It seemed... it seemed like it was meant to be that way, for you two to fly together as brothers under the sun..."

"You might have been elsewhere..."

"No matter where I went in my... in my dream-like state, neither Kazryth and I were there..."

Darcie then bit her lip lightly to stop it from shaking. Her success only came from the feel of Murtagh's thumb caressing her tear-stained cheek. She saw a light emitting from Murtagh's hand out of the corner of her eye. It passed through her and sent a cool sensation through her body, relieving her of her throbbing and boiling head and any other pains that had been caused earlier on. Her fever had disappeared.

"Why didn't... why didn't someone just do that before...?" she whispered.

"It's a powerful spell, not even the Varden healers put together can do it without killing themselves." Murtagh's hand emitted the same blue light once more, and the heat on Darcie's face caused by crying had dispersed. Her eyes no longer watered, her vision was clear. Overall, she felt like she was back to normal.

"And are you going to say the same about that spell?" Darcie asked.

"No, it's a commonly used spell. I'm surprised Arya hasn't used yet."

Darcie chuckled. She leaned over and kissed Murtagh. Within moments, she felt a light nibble on her lower lip, causing her to open her mouth. Murtagh's tongue found its way into her mouth and battled hers for dominance. His hands slid down her face, neck, and shoulders until they sat at her waist. He broke away from her mouth and started kissing down her jaw and then her neck. She felt Murtagh's hands slide under her thighs and lift her up slightly and move her farther back onto the bed. Once she was, he moved from the chair to the bed.

As Darcie fell back onto the bed, she sensed Kazryth block their link.