Wow... sorry for not updating in forever. Half the reason was because I was debating whether I should continue this till the end because... well yeah, it's hard to explain. That and with the switch of semester the idiotic schedule maker put all my core subjects into one semester so I'm getting piles of homework.

Ha, it took me forever to write this chapter (that had nothing to do with the update time by the way). I got stuck and then just went on a hiatus of writing this for MONTHS... that's why I ended it where it's at, because was and am stuck after that in this chapter. So sorry for that lack of a longer update. Or an update with a good title... or an update that isn't all that interesting... I didn't want there to be nothing, so I thought of something at least. It kind of makes sense but doesn't (someone calling for someone else, like beckoning. That's what I mean in the title). I swear I will update within the week because this is a short chapter.

Days passed and Murtagh hadn't woken. The healers kept him in the castle in a large, private room. Darcie went to visit him almost always with the twins. She had found a cloth-woven carrier that she could use to put both babies in. She had strengthened it with magic and used it wherever she went if she needed to bring them.

As the days and weeks passed slowly, people kept going into the castle to see the dragon egg, and hope it would hatch for them. It came to the point where all the people of Aberon, the Varden, and even Nasuada and the King went to see it and it didn't hatch.

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Darcie woke to the sounds of grumbling. Rubbing her eyes, she swung her legs over the bed and got up. She walked towards the basket cribs, not even needing to think, and looked into Reagan's crib. As soon as he saw Darcie, his arms went up and started attempting to arch his back. Darcie chuckled and picked him up. Cradling him close, Darcie bounced him and waited until he was deep asleep until she carefully put him down on her bed. When Reagan didn't stir, she changed into her day's clothes and put her hair up. As she finished, she heard Reagan grumbling as if ready to cry. Aryana joined in moments later.

"You two..." Darcie sighed.

"Good morning."

Darcie jumped at the sound of Arya's voice.

"Good mornin' to you too..."

"Murtagh wishes to see you."

It took Darcie a moment to realize what Arya had just told her.

"So he's..."

"Awake, yes," Arya finished.

Darcie left at a fast walk, forgetting about the twins for a moment. As soon as she remembered them, she turned back around. She saw Arya conversing with two women. When Darcie looked at them clearly, she realized they were the two that had Aryana and Reagan weeks ago during the battle. They entered Darcie's tent with Arya and came out with the two.

Darcie turned back around and made her way to the castle in half the time it would normally take. The guards pushed the doors open and Darcie walked through, Arya just behind her once more.

Arya opened a door and let Darcie through. Light flooded in front the window at the far end. A large shadow blocked a section of the window.

"You shouldn't be up with that leg of yours," Arya said. The person standing at the window turned around and looked at the two women, face shadowed.

"It will cramp worse if I stay in bed all day."

When the person stepped out of the shadows, Darcie's expression brightened. Murtagh limped up to her and embraced her tightly. Darcie buried her face into his tunic, tears of joy falling from her eyes and onto his tunic.

"I'm so sorry..."