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Chapter Twenty-Two
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Estarael's mouth hung open when she spotted the crimson egg. It was beautiful. She saw the veins and she could almost feel the power radiating from it. She stepped forward and touched it, savouring the cool feel. Where was this place anyway? Maybe the hiding chamber for the egg...But it wasn't hidden all that well. Any member of the Varden could hide as a servant and get the egg. Then again....Galbatorix could be watching this room twenty four seven. She smiled and caressed the egg. Wait one bloody minute....This was....Thorn. The traitor dragon.... Then where was Murtagh? Surely by now he should have been with his dragon. She wondered where Murtagh was at this very moment. More importantly...Where was Nathan?
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Murtagh strapped on his armour ready for battle. This was his chance to prove himself trustworthy and he was going to make the very best of it...
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Galbatorix cursed himself when he saw her in the egg's chamber. Even she could find it. He needed a better hiding place...
He strode out the room and walked to the hidden door in the wall. He muttered several spells and the door appeared to him alone.
Estarael looked up at Galbatorix as he entered the room. "Saraneth, get out of here and do NOT ever come back to this room." Estarael bowed her head and walked out the door straight to her room. Galbatorix loved the feel of utter control. Nothing was better. He thought over his plan. he needed to train Estarael and Icefire now....Estarael should be perfect in her magic she is...well is to be after all the princess. He sighed and traced his long fingers over the egg. He moved his lips and sighed. He had everything planned out...every single detail. He had all the tools. That only left one thing. Action.
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Estarael felt her body move involuntarily she fought to gain control but to no avail. Isn't it a scary feeling when you lose all control over your body? When someone else could make you do or say anything they wanted? Estarael was boiling with rage. She sat down on her bed and cried. The tears flowed effortlessly. Though the pain remained. Why did this happen to her? If she was by some miracle a simple farm girl...none of this would have occurred. She closed her eyes and lay down. Within minutes she was fast asleep.
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Nasuada rounded the bend and ushered all the women and children to follow her. She was going to fight but she needed the vulnerable people to get to safety first. Her armour was strapped onto her already and her sword was in her belt.
"Come on, hurry," she muttered under her breath. She was eager to fight. She wanted it...a lot. And she had let Murtagh fight! But she knew they needed all the help they could get. Eragon and Saphira were getting prepared to fight. Without much practice at all. She wondered how they would hold out. She wouldn't admit it but she was worried. What if by some cruel twist of fate (Hardys! LOL) they didn't make it. They had little training and many of Galbatorix's magicians could kill him. She shook off her thoughts and walked away once everyone was safe. She held her sword and walked to the battle area.
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Estarael woke violently. She was shaking. She knew she had a bad dream but try as she might she couldn't remember it. She looked at her mirror and sighed. Sweat covered her face as she tried to recover herself. She walked to her basin and washed her face, still trembling. Though one thing she remembered from the dream...It involved both Nathan and Murtagh....Why?
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Murtagh sliced the Urgal's head off in one fluid motion. To his right he saw Eragon struggling against two. He rushed to his aid decapitating one. They fought back-to-back never missing a shot. Two Urgals came up to Murtagh and cut his right arm leaving a bloody wound. Murtagh cursed and sliced off an arm from one of them while sticking the other in the gut with his sword. Blood spluttered everywhere. But this was war...Blood must be shed. Murtagh seized the opportunity look at his wound. It was swollen, crimson blood covered the entire length of his arm. It was a clean wound sharp and precise. He grimaced at the sight of it but kept fighting.
Eragon had gone off with Saphira and Murtagh was sure he went to kill Durza. Stupid boy! He was far out of his league. Murtagh returned his attention to the three Urgals before him.
"Alright, come and get it," he smiled.
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Estarael pushed open the wooden doors and took the seat farthest from Galbatorix. She was starved. Breakfast sounded heavenly.
"Ah! Estarael, you've decided to join us!" Galbatorix said smiling.
Estarael cringed when he said her name. "Yes," she said quietly.
"Have some bread," Galbatorix said when the servant came out with a loaf of bread. Estarael nodded her head and took a bit. She muttered a spell under her breath checking for poison before eating.
"No poison," Galbatorix said to her. She looked away. She was so stupid saying spells in front of him!
"Ah! No my dear it always pays to be wary," he reassured her.
"How..." then it hit her. Of course he could get in her head. He knew her name.
"Tell me who is Nathan?" Galbatorix asked.
"Or better yet, let me see," he waited for no response before prodding the secret crevices of her mind. A searing pain erupted in her as he seeped through her memories. It felt like a hole was being drilled in her skull. She screamed. She was sweating profusely and shaking violently. Galbatorix started laughing. He shook with laughter. What was so funny?
"My dear Estarael....Your Murtagh has lied to you," he said after he had calmed down.
He looked at her to see her reaction.
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Lucien walked to Estarael's room. His head was filled with questions left unanswered. He opened her door and walked in. He began rummaging through her clothes and everything looking for anything. And that was it! What was he supposed to find? Galbatorix had given him strict orders to find something she had hidden. He groaned in frustration. He could just go and tell Galbatorix he had found nothing. But why would Galbatorix need him to look for something hidden in Estarael's room was beyond him. He knew Estarael's true name, she couldn't lie to him. He rattled his head. Maybe he thought Estarael was more powerful than she appeared to be. He sighed and walked out of the room empty handed.
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Murtagh awaited the last blow to his head when suddenly the Urgal dropped his weapon and turned around. All the other Urgals followed suit. Murtagh looked at them quizzically wondering what possessed them to turn around and retreat. However he guessed, they had won. He looked over the Varden. All of them looked the same as he did, worn, tired, parched and confused. He waited till the Urgals were far away before going back to the Varden, for all he knew it could have been a trap.
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Nasuada looked back at the Varden and smiled. They had won! Retreat or not the won! But how? Just then Arya bolted forward, Eragon in her arms.
"Nasuada! He killed Duza!" Arya exclaimed.
Nasuada gasped and called the healers to tend to Eragon. "Arya? But how? He has little training if none at all!"
"He had some with Brom..."
"Yes but to kill Durza!"
"He had some help..."
"Help?"
"We distracted Durza."
"That's nothing! Father!"
Ajihod came forward and looked at his daughter disapprovingly. "I to-"
"Father! Eragon killed Durza!"
"Yes, I heard, news travels fast."
"Yes...but we-" Arya was cut off by Ajihod.
"Destroyed Isidar Mithrim..."
Nasuada gasped and shook her head solemnly.
"That is alright...It could be fixed..The dwarves however....are deeply angered by your actions Arya Dröttningu."
"I am very well aware of that," Arya whispered solemnly.
"How is the Shadeslayer?" Ajihod asked.
"He should be fine given some rest." Arya answered.
"Fantastic," Nasuada said.
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Murtagh smiled brightly. He had proven himself. He could be trusted now. He could turn his life around! He had a chance to be good despite his heritage. He felt his heart dance. If Estarael were here it would have been even better. His heart stopped and floated back down deep within his chest. He gulped. There was no use living in the past. Not when there was a present. He tried to look on the bright side of things but couldn't.
He had heard that Eragon had successfully killed Durza, which he had to admit impressed him. Although Isidar Mithrim was destroyed...
Murtagh shook his head and walked to the infrimary to clean his wounds.
Forgive me on the facts. I often mix up Eragon and Eldest so...LOL. Review and tell me what you think! Peace out Everybody! Oh yeah there's a poll on my profile as to which story I should update first. I would be using that for the rest of my fan fiction life with some exceptions ;D Now you could review...
