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"Hey.", Murtagh said as I walked into the kitchen the day after the fight with my friends.
"Hey.", I replied while getting out a box of my favorite cereal: "Dragon O's: A different sugary scale in each bite". Or so the box said.
Murtagh stood and started to walk over while saying: "Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you about something."
"What?", I asked looking up and putting the box of cereal down.
"I have something to tell you.", he said, repeating himself coolly. He looked into my eyes and put a hand behind the nape of my neck.
I froze. My mind totally skipped over the fact that he currently has a girlfriend and going right to - OMG he's touching me; he's actually touching me! - and still deeply in thought I felt a pressure on my lips that made me snap to attention.
His lips brushed lightly agents my own. His tongue gently caressing my bottom lip asking for entrance and just as I was about to grant it...
I woke up. While I was breathing heavily and sweating profusely I pinched myself just to make sure I was really awake. Thankfully, I was.
I sighed and got up to take a shower. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep after a dream like that, that I knew from experience. Just out of curiosity though, I looked at my bedside clock to see what time it was: 3:00. 'Great...', I thought. 'Just great.'
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After I took a shower and got dressed I walked downstairs to get some breakfast. About halfway down the stairs I heard a creak at the top of the steps and looked up, surprised that anyone could be up at this hour.
I stopped and my eyes widened because there stood Murtagh, looking like a god in low slung pair of sweat pants and no shirt. Oh my god, a shirtless Murtagh was the most heavenly sight I think I'll ever see. His chest was perfectly defined and his nipples were erect in the cool pre-dawn air.
"Hey.", he said, walking down the steps slowly. "I didn't know anybody else got up this early in the morning."
"I don't usually.", I replied, wishing he would kiss me just like in my dream. But sadly it wasn't meant to be.
He stopped a few steps short and asked: "Could you get a move on?" While waving his hands down the steps for emphasis.
"Oh sorry.", I said softly, in awe at the shirtless wonder. I walked the rest of the way down the steps and into the kitchen.
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming again.
I wasn't.
After that early start there wasn't much else to do. I ate breakfast and because I still had an hour to kill before the bus came at six o'clock I went upstairs to indulge in one of my guilty pleasures.
When I got upstairs I closed and locked my door. Then I got reached under my bed for my drawing kit.
After I set everything up I pulled the covers up over my head and started.
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I stopped when it was about time to leave for the bus stop. I smiled proudly and held up my finished drawing. It looked like my best one yet: Two dragons curling around each other, each one grasping the others tail.
I smiled again and stuck it in a folder with the rest of my drawings and put everything under my bed.
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As the bus arrived at school Saphira stopped questioning me about my dream and we exited the bus, on time today with no glares from the bus driver.
On our way into school Saphira was called away by Thorn again, but this time as she left she said: "Bye Eragon, see you at lunch."
Thankfully I made it to class without incident and, even better, I didn't have old Galby today.
I stumbled into my English class just as the bell rang and mumbled an excuse to Oric. You see, my English teacher wants us to always call him by his first name, so we did.
As I sat down Oric started speaking: "Okay students, settle down." and he waited, his hands behind his back, looking as calm as a hitman before his target. We settled down immediately. We always did when he acted like that and he spoke again: "Before we start class today I'd like to read you a poem that a famous 19th century killer wrote." He paused. "Some of you may have heard of him and I'll give an A test grade to whoever can guess who it was after I read it."
He took a breath and began:
A stilled heart is cold as ice
Where art thou thy sole is price
A winters day and summers night
Sorrow comes in piled heights
Old men die
Young babes are born
Death is shallow full of scorn
Dogs of fire cats of ice different species full of lice
Leaching blood and bringing cold
Graveyard places full of mold
Worlds end and start again
All must end as they begin
Leaving life with Nye but sin
He finished in a deep voice that resonated around the silent classroom.
I slowly raised my hand, afraid to break the silence and then, in a clear voice, I said slowly: "Durza Shade."
The rest of the day went by in a blur. I just couldn't stop thinking about that poem Orik had read to us. I didn't even realize when Roran tried to apologize in the hall and I walked right past him.
That got him really angry and, thinking that I ignored him, he started to yell angrily: "Hey, what the fuck is your problem?!", earning a few curious glances from some people in the hall.
"What?", I asked while looking up, surprised that someone was yelling at me.
"Oh never mind!", he said even angrier than before. He then stormed of in search of Katrina.
'Man.', I thought. 'What a sucky day.'
