The Chapter begins in the past. Sry if some end up as duplicates my cp is giving trouble.
lala: I won't make it too much of an M&N but it was kind of how the idea came to me.
Disclaimer: Don't own Inheritance.
Chapter 4
If I could rewrite the past I would and change my faith. But sometimes it's better to be brave and move on.
"Murtagh it would be better it we went straight."
"No worries Thorn, we will rest here for the night and will continue at dawn. We will reach at Elena's by sun down." Murtagh stated. The two lay on the sand under a ceiling of stars.
As Murtagh predicted they arrived at sun down. The two were devastated by what they saw. The house was engulfed with flames. Once getting over his shock Murtagh leaped off of Thorn.
Be careful.
Murtagh kicked the front door has hard as he could. The door fell and out came, pouring like water, a thick could off black smoke. Murtagh held his breath and entered, his vision was black. There was too much smoke.
Thorn, rip of the roof!
Thorn did so. He gripped the flaming wood and toasted it far into the distance. The smoke began to rise into the air. Murtagh could have seen. And what he saw was horrifying. He was accustoming to the site of blood. For all the battles he had been with the empire but this was different. After so many years pain finally struck him. Lying all over the room was massacred of the Wheeledheld family. Murtagh dropped to his knee and let out a loud cry.
What has happen? He asked himself. Who o or what could have done this?
"Murtagh," He heard a voice call out to him. It sound did just like Elena's.
"Murtagh."
Murtagh jumped. He was totally attentive now.
"Elena?" He called. While doing so he inhaled at large amount of smoke cause him to choke. He gripped his chest and listened to his heart beat. He slowly whispered a few words in the ancient language and the smoke cleared. He then cast a spell that allowed him night vision. For the sun had set and the land was dark except for the light illuminated by the flames.
He made his way to where he heard Elena call. When he saw her tears came down. Her smooth skin was cover in burns and she has many wounds. It was as thought she had been stabbed several times. He went by her side and gently held her hand in his. I'm sorry. He mouthed. He could not bring himself to say the words. She just smiled.
"Murtagh," she said gasping for air after each syllable," there in that bag under the sink, is the last. Guard it. Protect it. It was meant for Claude. Find him. He ran east."
"Who did this?" Murtagh asked. He could hear the screech in his voice.
"He was after them. We manage to hold him off. He will be back. Promise me you will take care of Claude.
"I…."
"Promise."
"I promise."
"Good. Now take the bag and go. Find Claude and tell him that I…." Elena took one last breath and her eye lids closed. Murtagh lifted her in his arms and began to sob. Why? Why had this have to happen? Was it his fault? It was? Was it? If only he had arrival early maybe. No. It would not have changed anything. It would have made matters worse. He knew what he had to do.
He kissed Elena on the forehead. Retrieve the bag and left. She will be avenged, he told himself.
Thorn came by Murtagh's side.
"This is not your fault."
"I know."
They set off to find Claude and they did. Murtagh saw how fair dwell in side Claude. And since then Claude has never been the same.
Murtagh rubbed his hand on the surface the shiny object in his travel on bag. Feeling the texture of it, it was rough yet smooth. It was hard like a shell but when you tapped it made it seem hollow. The resemblance was of a white stone. He pulled his hand away and closed his bag. He rested his bag on the floor and continued his research.
The library was huge, one of the biggest in Alagaësia. He recalled from his imprisonment with Galbatorix that reading was his only escape. It gave him freedom. The chance away from all the spit and betrayal he had done and faced.
But time was short it would take years to go through all the books. They only had one week left. And the council was not any help. They still bombarded him for information and little he gave out. Only because he knew not much of what happened. Reading about curses, there were many dwarf related and others myths but none of them was what he was looking for. If only he had seen what it looked like. But for know he had to rely on Claude's memory.
Murtagh slopped back into his chair. He needed a plan. Claude had only managed to escape and had been on the search for a year. They had not been caught but who knew. Just when he thought he had found inner peace, Elena died. And left him with two important things she cherished. He tried to remember all the good times they had. Like when they met. And first fight.
"You're improving but you're still not getting it. You're too cooped up which makes you expose." "Vivitar said.
Murtagh just panted. He was out of breath. How could Vivitar not be?
"Years of practice." He said as if reading Murtagh's thoughts.
"You can stay here if you like. Just pack up the equipment when you're down."
"Thank you" Murtagh said as Vivitar left the room.
Vivitar had inspired Murtagh. He allowed Murtagh to stay in his home. Gave him food and shelter and he did not even know him. He helped Murtagh with his fighting skills. The land of sand was their training hall.
While Thorn and Murtagh were travelling they came upon a sand storm that was too strong form Thorn to fly in. And out of nowhere came Vivitar. He offered and his family were so welcoming. Well not his entire family. His daughter Elena was not so found of Murtagh. On his second night there, Elena demanded that he tell them more about himself. Vivitar was annoyed with Elena but Murtagh wasn't. He told his tale. After that Elena never bother about Murtagh. He thought she felt sorry for him, about was his life was, being a victim of fate.
Murtagh sat and got lost in his thoughts when a hand rested on his shoulder snapped him back into reality.
"Want to go a round?"
Murtagh looked up and saw Elena. He stared at her. Elena had brown eyes that made you want to dive in them and get lost. Her hair was curly and a lighter shade of her eyes. Her hair covered her ears. Her figure was curvy and slender.
Elena looked at Murtagh. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Murtagh was staring at her. It was like he was staring into her soul, prying to the thoughts and mind. She shakes herself inwardly.
"Um..."
She looked at him then at his sword. He followed her gaze.
"Sure"
He got up and tightened the grip on his sword. She already held a blade in her hand. It was long and had scribal writing on it. Murtagh could not make out what it marked. They both took their stance. Murtagh observed her carefully, the way she held her ground. It was familiar.
Murtagh started moving; he was trying to get an opening. Elena followed the movement. Then she leaped forward and pulled back, she was bluffing. She continued. Her goal was to get was to get Murtagh off-balance. Heheld her grlaunched at her and their swords collided. After every move the same between them became smaller and smaller. Murtagh realised that was she wanted. But before Murtagh could she caught him where she wanted him. Now they were breathing the same air. And that's was when her blade split into two. She had got Murtagh by surprise.
It ended with Murtagh lying on his back with Elena on top of him. His sword was cast aside. She held one sword two his throat and the other behind his head.
"You cheated."
"No, it was the element of surprise."
Murtagh snorted. Then released he was in an uncomfortable position. He smirked.
"Would you mind getting off of me?"
Elena pushed herself off him. And when they both stood Murtagh pulled her close. One arm gripped her waist and the other one made its way to her hair. Murtagh knew she could easily shove him off but she didn't. He moved her hair behind her ears. They were pointy at did tips. Murtagh traced it with his finger.
"Tell me your story."
Murtagh closed the books. He picked up his travel bag and headed for the hall. This day was filled with many memories for him. Good and bad. First encounters and last.