Okay, first off I'd really like to apologise for not updating in so long. I realy am sorry you guys and I'll make a conscious effort to update quickly.
Icefire what's wrong?
Icefire: what do you mean?
Me: You're ....crying! -bursts out laughing and grabs a camera-
Icefire : Hey!
Me: Okay okay, I should...oh my shit this is hard to say.... I should be a little considerate for your feelings. Happy?
Icefire: Yes.
Me : ....So....why are you crying?
Icefire: Have you read the last chapter woman?!
Me: Okay then....-walks away slowly-
Chapter Twenty- Seven!!
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Not So Nice Meeting
Murtagh looked forth before him. Eragon had woken the day before and Ajihod, the twins and him were going to look for any more Urgals in the tunnels. He was feeling happy that the battle was won, that everything went according to plan. But that small part of him the part that made the most sense. His instincts or whatever were in full drive. It felt as if the dangers were only now beginning. But as we all do he tossed those feelings aside and strode into the tunnel. Then something sharp came into contact with his head and all consciousness faded from him. But at that point when he knew what was going on, his mind screamed at him for not listening to his instincts.
ooxxoo
Estarael looked at the little being in front of her. Was all that he said true?
Estarael you have to believe me!
Dragons aren't supposed to be able to talk so soon!
Well, I do believe Galbatorix helped me out with that one. Some sort of spell....Yes! We need to get back Estarael!
Icefire, but how? I cannot believe that maid was the one behind all of this, well Merithuros or whatever.
Yes, I know. But do not dwell on what has already happened. What we need to do now is find a way to get rid of them.
Argh! My head hurts! And have you forgotten that Galbatorix has control over us now?
Calm down. Your rage is doing both of us no good. Is he listening?
No, I don't think so. I'm blocking my mind for now.
Great.
Icefire...
Yes?
Do you know that I met Murtagh?
What? Really? Wow. He is old!
I...I...umm...I sorta like him. But not anymore he lied to me!
Umm...ohkay....Care to explain.
It's a long story.
We've got some time.
xxooxx
Murtagh came to in a golden room and gasped. For in front of him was a ruby red dragon egg. Where was he? Argh! His head hurt. He looked around and saw that he was chained to the wall. So much for checking this place out.
Murtagh! An all too familiar voice flooded his mind. No! Galbatorix!
You left dear boy! Aren't you wondering how you got here?
Right now, I have one hell of a headache and you aren't helping it! It finally clicked. Galbatorix got past his defenses. How?
Galbatorix chuckled.
"I have your name dear boy!" Galbatorix growled into his ear. " And your little lady friend," he added in a whisper. Murtagh face contorted into a mix of emotions. Confusion, Hope,Hurt, Desire among many.
"I don't understand," his voice croaked. His throat was begging for water but he forgot it all the instant Galbatorix mentioned Estarael. He for a second forgot the world and of the horrid man standing before him and he imagined Estarael. His face took on anger which he lashed out madly at Galbatorix.
"How dare you play with my emotions!" he bellowed. "You're lower than I thought!" Wap! Galbatorix slapped him mercilessly across the face.
"Don't ever, ever talk to me like that again," with that Galbatorix walked out. His cape billowing behind him. Murtagh felt the chains around his wrists loosen until they were unbound.
Go to your room. Galbatorix's mind said invading his.
Murtagh bowed his head and walked through the castle. He had almost reached his room when he heard laughter emanating from behind one of the large doors. He went toward it and placed his ear by the door. That laugh....it was familiar..all too familar. Then he heard it, her voice.
"Icefire! You're so cute! I cannot believe how old and ugly you were back home!" He didn't even register what she was saying but instead barged into the room and locked eyes with her. Her smile faded and a glare took its place. What game was she playing?
"Murtagh..." she whispered. And then he got it. Somehow the old fool had told her his true identity. And she was mad....
"Estarael look I can ex-"
"Explain what?! That you lied to me? I loved you and you played with my feelings get out!" She said a little above a whisper and he could hear the pain in her voice. He boldly stepped forward and looked her in the eye his face pleading with hers to let him speak. Then she did something he hadn't expected. Her knee went up to where every man's pride was. And he fell to the ground gasping and groaning with pain. She stalked off and he looked at the dragon. Only now registering that he must have hatched for her as well. It was on it's back apparently laughing. Little flames came from his nostrils that made Murtagh wonder how much Galbatorix could do with his magic. He groaned and fell to the side. He smiled a little. Proud of Estarael, she could kick fucking hard.
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Estarael walked out of the room not being able to watch his face. She hated him. More than anything. Or did she? She wanted to embrace him but found herself kicking him, hard. Right in the place where no man should be kicked. She grimaced with herself slightly. She shook her head and decided to take a walk around the palace to clear her head and think about all that Icefire had told her. Things were getting really complicated.
So this was exactly what was happening, Galbatorix had set up this plan from way back apparently. He was smart she had to admit. Thinking ahead like that. Just when you thought you had him figured out. Estarael looked up at the setting sun and her surroundings. Wondering just how long she must have walked. She stifled a yawn and trekked back to the castle. The oh so mighty king must be wondering where she was. Estarael bent down by the stream and wondered if her magic would work. But Galbatorix had her magic it was no use trying. But still she called up the enchantment for scrying but felt nothing. No surge of power and no adrenaline. She missed the feeling. The one where everything was going just swimmingly. She laughed to herself slightly. When she was home she used to wish she had adventure and excitement in her life. And she got it. Smack in the middle of her face. And here she was living her dream and wishing she could lead a dull boring life again. But nothing was boring with Murtagh....she thought. Then caught herself. Wasn't she mad at him?
But no. She could never be mad at him and found herself wanting to apologize for her harsh words and even harsher kick. She ran towards the castle and hoped that Murtagh would be more forgiving than herself.
xxooxx
Murtagh growled softly. He hadn't touched the egg yet that was one good thing. Then as if on cue a knock came on the door.
"Come in!" he said.
The door swung open and a young man walked in. "My lord the king wishes to have a word with you," the servant bowed and left. Murtagh groaned as he very well knew what this was for. He got up and walked to the king's chambers, astonsihed to see that Estarael's dragon was behind him. He seeming wanted to tell Murtagh something. But Murtagh brushed it off and blocked his mind from the tiny hatchling. He doubted he could even talk yet, but then again, Galbatorix could do almost anything...oh the joy.
He walked in the room prepared to get his dragon. Like he could stop it anyway. He was going to be as rebellious as possible to the king and ensure that he would never become evil like the dreaded...
"Murtagh," Galbatorix said breaking his train of thought. "Touch the egg my son." Murtagh growled and stepped forward. He place his hand on the egg and after a few seconds felt it come to life. The veins in the egg shone and a soundless cracking was heard. A tiny red head poked out from a crack and looked over at Murtagh joyfully.
"You father would be so proud," Galbatorix smirked. The hatchling began licking itself once it was out of its egg. It tried to get under its arms but failed and tumbled off the table with a squeak. It spread its wings in a feeble attempt to fly up but fell head first on the ground. It coughed and smiled crookedly and Murtagh couldn't help but to smile. This was his dragon. Thorn...
Okay guys, I honestly do not know what happened to Murtagh there. I made up some shit LOL. So yes. that's it.
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And yes I am very aware of what happened in the last chapter. I must say I myself am surprised too. I don't excatly follow a plot line. The story just changes for itself along the course of time. Sometimes when I read over things I write it seems as if it wasn't even me who wrote them. So expect a lot of twists and turns in this story still to come. Love you guys ;D
