The battle had finished the moment Galbatorix had been killed. When the soldiers retreated, Darcie told Kazryth to get Murtagh to the nearest healers. She got into Kazryth's saddle and got Murtagh up with the help from her dragon. Kazryth quickly flew to Aberon, leaving Thorn for the time being.
Upon landing in front of the castle, crowds of women and children came out of the castle warily. Darcie slid off of Kazryth and got Murtagh's body off as well. Out from the crowds came the female healers. Moments later, Saphira landed with Eragon and Arya on her back. Arya quickly jumped off when she saw Murtagh. Taking his body, she and the healers walked off.
"What happened?" Eragon asked as he slid off Saphira.
"It's all my fault..." Darcie's face was wet from tears, the dirt on her face only washed away by them. "I don't even know if... if..." A sob escaped Darcie, and Eragon embraced her close. She fell into him and leaned her forehead on the breastplate of his armour, her tears leaking down the metal.
After many minutes, Darcie had calmed down enough to tell Eragon what had happened. Just as he was about to ask how Murtagh was, Arya came out of the castle doors, appearing rather solemn. Darcie pulled away from Eragon and looked at the elf hopefully.
"He's..."
Is he dead? Did he survive? What happened to Thorn? o (think about that last question there btw). You'll find out in the next chapter. Because of this being such an evil cliffie, the next update will be a few days (week at most – not 2 months, I promise! xD)
P.S: The chapter title is technically 'He's...' but the site doesn't seem to like '...' very much. Oh well.