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Visit From The Future
Chapter Nine
Necessity
My eyelids were heavy, so heavy. That's the first thing I noted. I tried to swallow but I felt nothing. I blinked, once, twice, then opened my lids to reveal darkened walls. Were my eyes really open? Everything was so dark. I felt the icy fear prickle deep within me, but I fought against it.
Icefire! I immediately cried, only now remembering that I was in a different time altogether from my little dragon. The corners of my eyes prickled but I kept the onslaught of salty liquid at bay. I was alone, all alone. My breathing increased however when the steel door that was at the left end of the room, and stained with blood, slowly began to creak open. I swallowed. Never let the enemy see you in a weakened state. I put on an angry scowl and stared waiting for the intruder to come forth. When he did, all the air left my lungs.
It was Galbatorix, the dark king. He snickered at seeing my surprise. His handsome features twisting into a manical laugh. "So my little friend is awake?" he asked. His voice was smooth, like the sound of a thousand whispers carressing the skin. But to the trained ear, the malice that laced his tongue was more than obvious.
"You brought me here, didn't you?" I had finally found my voice, though it wasn't as harsh or even as close to as how I wanted it to sound.
"The Kull did," he answered like I was stupid.
"I mean to the past, you did this, who else would?" My voice wavered toward the end.
He laughed melodiously, like we were old friends catching up. "Mmm...I have you now, so maybe I could let you in on what you're a part of."
I stared at him hard.
"You see I am going to die soon enough,"here I smirked, " But my daughter and I we are prepared for whatever you god damned imbeciles throw our way. So one day, I decided I needed longer, I couldn't let them over throw me. I sent my daughter to the future to get you...that is, one rider more I shall have, one more that is enough to destroy the Varden. And I shall be ruler for a very long time princess."
"I will never help you," I growled. His features twisted into a small frown as he bent to my sitting position and roughly grabbed my chin.
His mouth moved to my ear and he whispered, "Be careful what you say to me child." He stood and smiled. His long robes billowed as he walked down the hall ways. I cringed as the sturdy door slammed shut, reminding me that I was locked away here.
The next time the king came in he looked angered and flushed. I spat at his feet and cursed him like a sailor. What I wasn't prepared for was his hand slapping my face away so hard I felt my neck ache painfully. I bit down on my lip to stop the cry that was moments from being released. Blood trickled down my broken flesh onto the cold wet floors. It had been almost three days since he last came down here.
"Trust me I am in no mood for your childish behaviour. This is my daughter Merithuros," he ground out. "Somewhere in the future she is taking your place, so your friends would not miss you. Then she would bring me back, and pull me to the future where I can continue my reign. Perfect little plan no?"
I couldn't speak. No one had given me food or water since I was captured. I felt horrible. My eyes watered and my choked on a sob. How I loathed this man, this man that tore my life to pieces. I looked up at his daughter and laughed in mirth. Was not she the servant from the castle? It all fit. She was the one who sent me here to the past. The one who ruined my life.
"I hate you," I whispered coldly. Galbatorix laughed. I looked at his daughter and shook my head. i couldn't think anymore and the darkness that was beckoning me...didn't seem much of an enemy.
"Of course that part of the plan would not even happen, because with you here, the Varden stand no chance. Two against one?" He asked before I slipped away.
Murtagh could only stare at the walls and groan he hated everything. He wanted Estarael back and hated himself knowing that he lied to her...that she would never know him. But maybe that was better after all? She wouldn't condemn him or look at him differently because of his father. But why think about it now? She was dead, she was no more...and it was all because of him. Murtagh choked thinking about seeing her body being taken.
"Ah!" He growled and punched the wall. "Fuck! I hate this. Just kill me! Just fucking kill my ass!" I screamed at the guards, then promptly slid down the wall and held his head in his hands.
I was sitting on the damp floors when the door creaked open. A young servant entered and bowed. I looked at him quizzically and then stood.
"The King would like a meeting with you," he said.
"Then why doesn't the ass get down here himself?" I growled. The servant looked taken aback.
"H-He wants you to meet him in his throneroom," I sighed and followed the servant albeit slowly since my body was covered in bruises. I winced every step of the way to his room and grimaced doubly when I noticed I had to push the heavy oak doors open.
I stepped into the throneroom and looked at the king on his throne. He looked up at me and his features twisted to that of disgust. His nose curled and his eyes loooked down at me. "Well, what a filthy state you are in girl."
"You ought to know," I hissed.
"Well, Lucien, take her to get a bath and prepare her room. Do you need anything Saraneth?" he asked. A thrill went down my spine. My true name.
I walked all the way to my room, my head held high. Maybe the king had given me a torture room to sleep in, how nice. I cringed at what it might be. The guard that was walking with me stole glancces every now and then. I held my temper in check and ignored him-to a point.
"Is there something on my face?" I forced out.
"Yes. Blood," He answered simply.
"Obviously," I muttered beneath my breath. We walked along the corridors, twisting and turning. The castle was much different. When Galbatorix was defeated the castle was destroyed and rebuilt as a sign of victory. The new castle held brighter colours and fresh decor. The rooms were built jointly and there was an extra circular room for balls and parties. This somber place was not a place I knew at all. My thoughts reeled. I had everything. None of this was familiar to me, I had it made. The thought of actually being captured and used against my will finally slapped like a freight train. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes and I was more than ecstatic to see we had arrived at my room.
"The servants have already drawn a bath, I will wait here for you." I entered and pressed my back to the door. The tears cascaded down as I choked on sobs that wracked my body. How I wished I was back, back where I had that arranged marriage, where no one took me seriously. I wanted Nathaniel...
"Nathaniel..." I whispered as I slid to the floor.
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