Here is the interesting chapter. Title says it all...

Well half of it is interesting. After that... it depends on your definition of interesting. I tried at least, and I edited as much as I could, adding and taking out a few things (like taking advice about the describe-emotions-more-than-mundane-things... sadly enough I had to look up what 'mundane' was and then I got it. Lol. But yeah, I do try to take advice as long as it isn't just about going on with swears saying how this story sucks kind of thing).

So yeah, enjoy a finally interesting chapter, and tell meh what ya think )

P.S: Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I tried! The Documents wouldn't upload this, it'd take like, an hour for it to load and when it did it said the 'connection was lost'. I tried for half the day with no success. But yeah, it's here now xD

A week had passed, and Darcie still trained with Eragon. She had gotten to know him quite well and found she had a fair amount in common with him. They had grown to a mutual understanding over the short amount of time they had been practicing together. With the week gone as well, Darcie was now more experienced with the sword and even won a round against Eragon. Naturally, he claimed it was 'beginner's luck', but both of them knew Darcie was getting better at handling the sword.

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"Murtagh seems off. Has something happened?" Eragon asked as he removed his sword from Darcie's side. Kazryth and Saphira took off as he blunted his sword.

"Well I haven't really spoken with him throughout the week, so I wouldn't know."

"Maybe it is because you haven't spoken to him throughout the week," Eragon pointed out with an obvious tone.

"Well there you go - problem solved."

"Why haven't you spoken with him?" he asked as he fixed Darcie's grip on her sword.

"It's... it's that protective drive that's making him tell me I can't train. I haven't spoken with him since that day."

"You should." Eragon quickly jumped into a battle between him and Darcie. After a minute of transitions and forms, he found himself on the ground with Darcie's blunted blade on his neck.

"But I don't have to," she responded as she removed her blade.

"Things won't be as odd if you did," Eragon replied as he started to show Darcie a new transition.

"Who said it was odd?" Darcie asked as she repeated the same transition as slow as Eragon had.

"Well you're implying it."

"The following is more awkward than anything, but that hasn't happened much."

As they locked into battle again, the sound of a series of soft thuds interrupted their battle. Darcie tried to ignore it, but she faltered and accidentally dropped her sword onto Eragon's foot. It bounced off and landed on the ground next to him. Eragon's sword also fell onto the same foot and landed right next to Darcie's. The two both turned to the front of the building and saw Murtagh standing next to Thorn. One look at him made it clear he was seething, despite how he hid it.

"Please continue, you two appear to be doing well," Murtagh said coldly. They could see the fury hidden behind his mysterious mask.

"Look..." Darcie started to say.

"I knew something was up, and I'm thankful what I had in mind isn't it. But you," Murtagh turned to Eragon. "You know bloody damn well that she isn't supposed to be training!"

"It's my choice if I want to train!" Darcie butted in indignantly as she picked up her sword. She muttered a spell and the sides were no longer blunted.

"I'm trying to help you! Do you even realize how sick you really are? Training and battling is only going to make it worse," Murtagh snapped, his anger sizzling in the glare he aimed at Darcie.

"It keeps me healthy, fit; working. I'm not going to sit in bed all day, letting it get worse! Physical activity helps and you were taking it away from me. You made me go to Eragon because of it, and it's turned out better than I thought anyways. I can actually get along with him now."

Murtagh turned his hard glare to Eragon.

"It's true," was all Eragon responded, shrugging.

"You've been training for a week, correct?"

Eragon was silent.

"You've been training for a week, is that correct?" Murtagh snarled.

"Yes, one week! What's the problem with it?"

"And how long have you been in training with a sword?"

Eragon was taken aback, but responded, "A few years by now."

"Let's see how much you know." Murtagh pulled Za'roc from its sheath.

Eragon picked up his sword, quickly muttered a reverse blunting spell and just narrowly missed getting swiped in the side. He followed Murtagh's forms, always just barely blocking his brother's attacks in time. After a few minutes, a third sword came in and hit Murtagh in the stomach with the flat side of the sword, and was sent stumbling backwards. Eragon was braced for the same thing to happen, but nothing did.

"Don't fight about my choices!" she yelled. She spun to face a dazed and stunned Murtagh. "It's not like Eragon offered, I practically demanded it! If it wasn't for me he wouldn't be here right now for this reason. There's no need to waste your time and energy about something I got him to do, so if you want to fight the problem, you should be fighting me, not Eragon.

"And either way, I need some sort of physical activity. And you know what? Because of training, I haven't been as sick as they all say I should be. If I just sat around like a lazy ass, I would be twice as worse, but because you forced me to go to someone else with my training problem, I'm not as bad. Because of Eragon, I'm not as sick as I should be, so don't try and kill him for helping me!"

Darcie stormed out of the building, muttering incoherently and sheathing her sword once outside.

Eragon and Murtagh watched Darcie slam the door as she left. Murtagh then spun around to glare at Eragon.

"Don't blame me for this," Eragon said defensively, watching Za'roc warily. He let out a breath when Murtagh sheathed the sword. Eragon then put his sword away.

"It is your fault, you let her get to you enough to fall for her trap," Murtagh snapped back.

"She deserves to be trained. How would you like to her be killed because you neglected to continue because of one setback?"

"Don't turn this back on me!" Murtagh yelled, seething.

"It is your fault!" Eragon retorted back defensively.

"I'm not the one that went behind my own brother's back."

"Yet I'm not the one that told Darcie she can't train just because she's pregnant. If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't be in this mess!" Eragon yelled back, starting to loose his patience.

Murtagh, now very infuriated, started to open his mouth to respond, but three loud roars cut him off; the two stumbled away, nearly swept off their feet.

Would you two stop quarreling for one moment to realize you're both at fault? Kazryth snapped.

"But..."

He's right, you two Thorn said.

Just listen to each other instead of bickering about it. Then you might get somewhere, Saphira added before Thorn could.

Could you not cut me off? Thorn asked slowly.

You were going to say the same thing either way Saphira responded dismissively.

Murtagh's irate glare still lay on Eragon. Kazryth nudged Murtagh closer to Eragon.

Talk.

"You wouldn't understand, little brother," Murtagh said after a moment, emphasizing the last two words with venom.

"What makes you think I don't understand? You don't even know me anymore, and frankly, I don't want to know who you are anymore."

Eragon! Saphira exclaimed. Thorn growled warningly at the younger dragon rider.

"You've never truly known me," Murtagh responded in a dark tone. "You would never understand, and despite you knowing my life's story, you never fully comprehended any true horrors of Urû'baen and its past, and current, riders. So don't tell me you don't know me, because you do, but you just don't understand. There's a significant difference."

"I understand clearly; it's you that doesn't know me. You try living in a village that knows everything. My uncle was killed because of the people you associate with..."

"I don't associate with them!" Murtagh yelled, cutting Eragon off. He was astounded Eragon even thought that. "I used to because I had no choice! You at least had true parents that cared about you. Me? I just got in the way... I was just there! I was never wanted or loved the way you were. You had a family, a true family that cared about you and looked after you. Yes, I was looked after, but it was by servants that were told to. If you don't even have the slightest idea what my life is like, I'm not even going to waste your time describing it!"

Murtagh spun around, ready to storm off, but Thorn landed in front of him and roared in his face.

Give him a chance.

Get out of my way. As much as it wasn't Thorn's fault, Murtagh's anger turned onto the dragon.

I will when you give Eragon a chance. Listen to him before jumping to conclusions.

Thorn...

The dragon growled warningly. Murtagh rolled his eyes, yet gave in and turned around to face Eragon with a hard glare, and crossing his arms across his chest impatiently. Eragon was silent and just looked back.

"Well?" Murtagh demanded.

"Well what...?"

"What's your side of this? What happened in the way you see it?"

Eragon seemed somewhat surprised, but he hid it well.

"A week ago Darcie ran into me. I rather rudely told her to watch where she was going, and as I walked away, she called after me. Surprised, yet annoyed, I stopped and turned around. She asked me if I had any spare time, so I said I did. She asked if I could train her since you refused, and I said you have a sensible reason. She then she said that she had just started working with a sword, and for months she was working with a stick... to make a long story short she pestered me, saying she knows when you're not in this place and I finally gave in.

"She knows a fair bit and can learn a lot in a short amount of time. I see her point that she should be training despite a minor setback; if she wasn't, she would be in bed with a fever and practically dying. That's why I've taken your place temporarily, because Darcie has a right to learn and it's a good choice that she's trying to keep up with it.

"Now what's your side to this story?" Eragon had his arms crossed as well and glaring back at Murtagh.

"Let me guess - why did I refuse to continue training? Training is straining and hard work. When I refused, Darcie was much worse than she is now; pale, throwing up once, twice, sometimes even three times a day. At one point she was even hallucinating. Why would I push her limits when she was already crabby about training to begin with? She complained, she whined about every little thing. It got worse throughout the month and I finally found out why. Then she just got worse..."

"Didn't you even know physical activity helps when you're sick?" Eragon asked skeptically.

"I knew that," Murtagh snapped indignantly. "I know how sick women can get at this point, and it only gets worse."

There was a silence between the two for a short while. The vexed air between the two had finally subsided enough for everyone to feel calm.

"She's probably mad at you for forcing her to stop training," Eragon commented quietly, trying to break the awkward silence.

"I figured," Murtagh responded in a petulant, yet quiet, tone.

Go and apologize then Thorn said.

Like she'd forgive me.

You won't know until you do. But before apologizing to Darcie, apologize to Eragon Saphira added.

"Either way we're at fault, so..."

Saphira growled menacingly, cutting off Eragon's excuse.

"Sorry," Eragon said.

"Sorry for attacking you."

Saphira growled again. Murtagh sighed and rolled his eyes.

"And sorry for jumping to conclusions."

"And when did you notice anything different?"

"Four days ago. I could tell Darcie was following me at a far distance, and that continued. And of course I always found you in here..."

"You thought we were having an affair?" Eragon laughed. His leaned over and had his hands on his knees to support him because he was laughing so hard. Never in the week he truly gotten to know her did he even imagine such a ridiculous thought.

"Don't push it," Murtagh growled. Eragon got one last laugh and then stopped.

Now go and apologize to Darcie Thorn told Murtagh.