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Visit From The Future
Chapter Three
Missing
Icefire's glum reflection stared back at him. Where are you Estarael?
No reply. Thorn growled stomping his foot mercilessly onto a patch of flowers. His eyes had darkened considerably and he knew it was time to alert the kingdom that the princess was missing. Murtagh, he called out with his mind.
Icefire? is that you?
Yes, alert the kingdom at once, the princess is missing!
What? Estarael is missing? Murtagh felt his heart rate double. He ran to the royal hall immediately in desperate search of the king and queen.
"Gawaine! She's missing! Send your troops out now!" Murtagh growled.
"What? Who's missing?"
"Estarael," Murtagh choked. He could not understand how he was so attached to her. He only knew her one bloody day, yet he felt like it was up to him to protect her in every way.
"What?" the queen cried, clutching her chest.
"I'll send troops out immediately. Relax Gertrude this isn't the first time she's ran away, she'll just be getting another one of her punishments."
"She's ran away before?"
"Yes of course."
"How do you know that she's ran away this time? Maybe she was kidnapped!" Murtagh glowered and he wondered what the chicken shit meant by 'punishment'.
"She has a dragon. It's simple, we'll find her relax Murtagh."
"Her dragon doesn't know where she is and can't contact her," he muttered in a soft evil tone.
"Well...maybe something really has happened," the king stroked his beard.
The troops had been out looking for her for about an hour and Murtagh couldn't stand and Thorn had also been out flying trying to find her.
Maybe we should ask Eragon to come help.
We'll look more, say about an hour again and then we'll call Eragon.
But that doesn't make sense! This hour we'd be waiting would be time he could spend getting here. We need to find her.
You act like you love her, yet you treat her like a child.
She is a child.
To you, but she is quite mature already. And you didn't deny loving her?
Murtagh sighed. Thorn if there is something you're not telling me...
What we need to do is follow the course as it was meant to be followed.
I'm not in the mood for your bullshit sayings.
Let things go on as they are supposed to, everything will work out in the end.
I do hope so.
The darkening sky made Murtagh's stomach churn unpleasantly. Eragon was due to arrive around midday the next day, and no one caught hind nor sight of Estarael. He was scared.
Go to sleep Murtagh, you may need all the energy you could get in the morning.
You of all people...or dragons know that from my time with Galbatorix I could survive on nothing but determination. I am determined now Thorn, I cannot sleep.
A flap of wings at the window made Murtagh look up. It was Icefire.
Little one, are you unable to sleep as I am?
Murtagh sighed. I can't sleep, I want to find her!
How about we go for a ride, Thorn would you mind?
No, where are we gong Icefire?
Estarael when she was merely five years old was already thrusted into the world of prim and proper, duty and bravery and to get away from it all she had found a hidden glen in the forest behind the castle. She called it Milk and Cookies.
Murtagh smiled at the name, typical for a little child.
When they had reached the glen, Murtagh was dumbfounded. It was beautiful. Thick vines made an arch leading into the glen itself and lush foliage created a drapery for the secluded circular glen. Small red flowers erupted from fallen logs and created a bench.
She planted those flowers. Icefire sounded stricken. Murtagh nor Thorn couldn't imagine being separated from each other and not knowing where they were.
We'll find her Icefire, I'll make sure of it.
Of course, a strong determined lad like yourself will never let my rider down, will you? Murtagh didn't know if that was a threat or not but he smiled at Icefire.
I will never let her down.
Thorn looked at Icefire and both seemed to share some sort of communication, over what he didn't know, but it made him angry and Thorn sensed it.
In a dark cavern far away from the castle a silver haired woman sat admiring her nails. She flipped her position on the big armchair so that her legs hung over sideways.
Merithuros was toying with her silver hair and smiling menacingly at the servant before her eyes. She was so accustomed to killing servants that she killed one everyday for the fun of it. She laughed at the girls trembling knees. The servant was so skinny you could have seen her ribs poking out, and Merithuros liked that. They weren't really servants they were more like slaves...You see she had a hate for everything alive besides herself and her dragon.
"Stupid servant or slave I should say, didn't I tell you to scrub the floors?" Merithuros questioned.
"B-but I did your majesty," the girl replied trembling. She was no older than eleven.
Merithuros smiled and whispered, " You missed a spot," as she said that she poured her thick soup all over the polished floors.
The girl seemed to be on the verge of tears.
"Awww... I made the wittle swlave cwy, how will I live with myself?" she mocked her sadness.
She grinned evilly and whispered the ancient language under her breath and the girl became surrounded by flames. It licked at her ankles and as she screamed Merithuros laughed. Merithuros loved to hear their screams that was the best part of it all. Before Merithuros even realized it the girl was now a pile of ash.
"Bring me her mother," Merithuros called.
As the slaves mother walked in she saw the pile of ash once known as her daughter. She screamed when she saw it and shouted, " You monster! She was an innocent girl!"
"Don't you dare talk back to me or I shall punish you the same"
"Kill me! Kill me now! I can't live a day without her!"
"Okay, clean that up!"
"No! I will not! You could torture me all you want! Kill me please!"
"If you don't clean that up dear, I'll bring her back and skin her alive, now do you want that love?" Merithuros spoke barely above a whisper but her words were heard loud and clear. The woman, bent down, tears streaming down her face and swept her daughter. "Oh yes and throw her in the bin while you're at it"
The woman moaned but did as was told. Merithuros laughed, her laughter booming around her. Oh how she loved to mess with her slaves. Daddy would have been proud...she thought.
She looked at the ground where her soup still lay, happily she called back the woman wanting to see her cry. "Clean that up!"
The woman sobbed but none the less cleared the ground. Merithuros grinned evilly.
She stroked her straight silver hair and rubbed her forehead. She was in the mood for a good drink. She got up and headed to the bar.
Nathaniel smiled as he saw her. When she was drunk she did anything and sleeping with the bartenders was one of them. Merithuros was probably one of the most beautiful person you could have seen in your entire life. Her long straight silver hair made her even more attractive. She had high cheekbones and rosy lips and her eyes were almond shaped and emerald. Her beauty made her look like the most innocent thing but behind that mask was another face. It was disgusting, hatred grew like fungi on it, though no one saw this at first glance.
"Nathaniel, bring me some mead and a lot, I'm feeling happy today," she said with a smile.
Nathaniel smiled back and brought her mead. He winked at her as he gave her it but she replied by a cold hard slap to his face.
"Only when I'm drunk, laddie," she whispered in his ears.
He smirked and went back to work eagerly waiting for her to get drunk...which wasn't too long...
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