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Visit From The Future
Chapter Seven
Love
I sat by the fire gazing into the embers, my head felt a whole lot lighter since Nathaniel had cut it for me. It was now just barely past my shoulders. I tossed it either side, laughing softly at myself. I stopped and stared into the fire again. I wonder what Icefire was doing about now? It had been a week since Eragon's capture and the rescuing of the elf and time seemed to drag by. We were constantly on the road and Nathaniel and I exchanged heated kisses every time Eragon was away. I did not know why but we had fell into the routine of doing it behind his back. At the present he sat on the other side of the fire gazing longingly at the elf.
"We need to get to the Varden soon, I'm not sure if she'll hold out," he whispered. I sighed. He had been so for a while, depressed and mostly pessimistic. Nathaniel sat next to him, his expression the sam as mine.
"Maybe you should get some sleep Eragon, you can't just keep thinking about her and expect her to get better, you have to take care of yourself in the mean time," I spoke to him tenderly. He sighed.
Nathaniel piped up, "I agree, you shouldn't just sit here and think about it all the time."
Eragon nodded and stood. "I guess I'll get some sleep." I tried not to blush as Eragon stepped away and headed under a nearby tree to sleep. I risked a glance at Nathaniel and caught him staring at me. It had been a month past since we had first kissed but we both kept silent knowing we would be parting soon, for Nathaniel had no intentions of heading to the Varden. He stepped over to me and put his long arm around my body, content to just sit with and gaze into the burning embers. I nuzzled his neck and sighed, thinking about how much I was going to miss this, him. I swallowed and to my chagrin felt a tear roll down the side of my face. Before I could brush it away he caught it on his finger. He looked at the droplet of water with hatred and turmoil. I bit my lip, what was he thinking? He let out a tremendous sigh and took his arm from me. He instead drabbed my hands and turned to face me.
"Estarael...I...I love you," he whispered. Before I could reply however he continued, "I hate to admit this, but, I have never felt this way about anyone. And it saddens me so much to know we must part." I swallowed my sob with pride.
"I love you, more than anyone I have ever loved in my life and I cannot bear it Nathaniel, why will you not just come with us?" I asked my voice raising a little.
He abruptly stood and look at me. "I have my reasons."
"The same way you have your reasons about not showing me your bloody face?" I was now standing too.
He let out a bitter laugh. "Is it all about you Estarael? Is it? Leave me alone. It was a mistake, this was a mistake since you cannot even understand me."
"How can I understand you when you don't tell me anything?"
Nathaniel sighed and rubbed his eyes. "We are both tired, let's just continue this conversation tomorrow." I smiled sadly, for we both knew each other to stubborn to talk again in the morning. I headed off to sleep and so did Nathaniel. If we were in love as we both claimed. Things would work out. If not...I sighed. I really was tired.
The next morning came and went and both Nathaniel and I kept our distance. I rubbed my palm and gazed at the trees. We were now in a forested area and though I kept telling myself not to worry, I felt the hairs on my neck raise. The dark area and shade the trees provided weren't all that reassuring, instead it only served to remind me that anyone could be watching from anywhere. The horse we had found, that I was riding on trotted at a slightly faster pace too. Maybe it sensed my distress. A natural waterfall was before us and I gasped in astonishment. It was beautiful. But where was the Varden?
Then Eragon's voice rang out loud and clear from behind me.
"Urgals!" My head turned and I noticed, it wasn't Urgals, but Kull! They looked horrendous gaining speed by the second. Then Eragon spoke again, "I have an idea, just trust me!" Saphira swept down that same moment and flew off. I gaped at him. Was he abandoning us? Nathaniel's face seemed to relay the same message but soon enough, the familiar blue of Saphira shone through the high branches of the trees and stones fell on the Kull. It did damage but many evaded th attack and were closing in on Nathaniel and I. I drew my saber and bit my lip ready for battle. Nathaniel saw me and growled.
"Run! Now, I'll fend them off, you cannot fight!" He yelled to me.
I gasped and scowled at him, "I am not going to run away, I could fight."
The Kull came with force, attacking with clubs and sometimes their own hands. A particularly large Kull came up behind me and roared a word in its own tongue.I moved fast whispering words of the ancient language. Spells that were not so draining. Though my training in magic wasn't adept I could still fend off. He remained suspended. He looked about in confusion, the perfect distraction. I raised m saber and chopped his arm off. Blood sprayed over me, but I paid no heed, driving the sword into his stomach, more blood and guts exploding onto the forest floor. I slashed my way to Nathaniel. One large Kull was coming up behind him unawares. I drove my sword into his neck and severed his head. Whoever said brute force was the way hadn't met stealth. He looked at me with gratitude then with horror. My brows knitted in confusion, then I felt the blade dig into my back and rip forth from my rib cage. Pain blinded me and I was quite unaware of my cry of pain. Darkness spread before my eyes and the last thing I heard was Nathaniel's voice.
Murtagh
Grief ripped through me as the blade had done to Estarael, but with a strong sense of will I fought on against the Kull that raged their attack. then out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the Kull, the one that had wound the blad grasp Estarael and run through the trees. Rage filled my body, but as I attempted to run after it something grabbed my shirt. I fought hard and wild spilling profanities from my lips. they took her.
Little one!
Saphira!
You must get to the Varden they are behind the waterfall. Swim
Before I could argue, Saphira let her grip of me go and I plummeted into the icy waters. In my peripheral vision I saw Eragon sputtering and struggling breath. I scowled. I swam forward and grabbed him, carrying his body with mine to the other side of the waterfall. We both fell forward on the platform that was hidden by the rush of water. I gasped for breath. The stinging pain helping me to forget the pain in my heart.
Two men stood before us. And without a doubt were of the Varden. I was too heart broken to fight tem when they carried me forth.
I stood chained to the wall glaring at the ground. Estarael was my shield. The two the dark man called The Twins were trying to get past that barrier. My all my thoughts were focused on her to let them get by. How could I have let her slip from my grasp? My body shuddered as I thought of the last time we spoke. We fought didn't we? But wasn't it always like this? Those who loved me always abandoned me? Of course it wasn't her fault, but my mind was too weak now to fight. Everything was too weak now. I felt a different entity enter my mind, and I let it.
Eragon
I sighed as I stared at the bread and meat placed before me. I couldn't believe it. All this time. Murtagh was the son of Morzan. I grit my teeth hard. Estarael had died. That was shocking. Grief welled within me, but I had just seen the elf pass by. Arya. My thoughts revolved around her, s much more than it should.
I brushed them away and turned to think about the Varden. It was both what I expected and what not. I trudged along heading to the prison where Murtagh was. The prison was well kept, much to his surprise. Eragon had been here many times since he arrived at the Varden, mostly to check on Murtagh.
He arrived at Murtagh's cell and looked at the man he had traveled with.
"Murtagh," he smiled.
"What?" Murtagh rasped. He had left his food untouched, again.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"Why am I doing what to myself? They-You are the ones who locked me up!"
"Me? I will tell you and tell you once, I had no say in this," I ground out in absolute anger that he could even think about such disgusting thoughts. He had saved my life, I would never do something like this to him. "The Urgals are fast approaching and the Varden have devised a scheme so that we are sure of victory. Join us in battle. It could clear your name."
"Clear my name? Mine is a name that cannot be cleared, Morzan. People do not look upon me for what I have done, but for the actuons of my father."
"Think about it. Look, I know this is doubly hard on you since...since Estarael died. You both may have wanted to keep things away from me, but I knew, and...and I'm sorry."
"You being sorry can never bring her back to me." Murtagh growled. I kept my temper in check. I sighed in frustration and started walking away from his cell.
"Think about what I said."
My feet took me to the weapons room where people and dwarves were fixing weaponry and practicing their art. My eyes immediately drifted to Arya. Ever since she was fully revived and back in shape, we had sparred only one time and I longed to be in such contact with her now. When I had saved her, walking through the beautiful landscapes of her mind, I realized with some nostalgia that I had fallen in love. I stared at her as her lithe form moved ever so gracefully, ever so lethally. I swallowed and turned away picking up Za'roc. I sighed. Would life ever be normal once again?
Third person
He stared at her laying helplessly on the cold floor. Yes, could things get better? He grinned a toothy grin, his hands uncurling from the fists they were so used to. His eyes roamed her body not in a bad way, but just admiring his work on her. The blood that dripped from her forehead had thickened and stuck to her face, making her look more dead than alive. Her left leg was bent in an unnatural position and her face cut and bruised.
He snickered to himself.
"Fantastic!" He whispered cheerfully.
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