Hey! I'm back. :D! I noticed only 1 person reveiwed (. TANKIES NIKKI LOL), . And that sucks. It's quite depressing, actually... D:! Ok. So. I may or may not set up a little "Goal" sheet, lawl. But hey, atleast I got some ppl to read! :D! Lolz.. c:. Anyway!... Oh, I never explained. ERAGON ISN'T BROM'S KID! :D!...Lol. Ok. Done now x3
"Thoughts."
"Mental talk."
"Ancient Language."
Auhor: Scarlet de Rivera
Rating: M for language, violence, and other reasons. e.e
Title: Dragons Heart: Shur'tugal
Summary: Eragon is female. And she is an orphan, raised by the king himself. Dark, insane, and twisted, Eragon has found what Galbatorix is truly like. And she plans to kill him, no matter what the means. Join Eragon on her join through love, death, and insanity. EragonXMurtagh. Rated M. Eragon is Eragona, but Eragon for short.
Beta: Have none. PM me if you would like to be my beta! .3.
Couples: BromXEragon, RoranXEragon, MurtaghXEragon, GalbatorixXEragon, etc...
Etc, etc, I don't own Eragon, or any other characters except Eragon's lil sis, Amai. :D!ON WITH THE STORY!
BROM POV:
Brown hues flared with anger as they zeroed in on the other male in the town, their owner's lips curled into a sneer. Setting the female down from chiseled arms, near the tavern, the male turned to look at Galbatorix, the eyes flaring once more.
A sneer curled his lips as he slowly walked to the king, Brom's hand grasping the hilt of his sword that lay hidden underneathe his cloak. Stopping a yard or two from his enemy, Brom continued to sneer in hatred.
"Galbatorix... It's rude to hurt a girl, espically one who can't fight back, you realize?" Brom sneered.
"I could say, Brom." A sneer of his own that matched Brom's, the king's voice was filled with something worse the malice, or loathing. Murderous intent.
Brom sniggered, "What, surprised that I'm alive? Missing your egg as well, I would bet..."
The king growled in warning, his crimson eyes flashing, one of his hands moving to rest against the hilt of his sword.
Eragon hissed in warning, stumbling to stand as she looked on in shock, her eyes wide. Galbatorix turned his gaze to the female, his eyes narrowed. He spoke, but his voice was low, a near growl, "Eragona, you are to wait at the castle. Go." Eragon nodded quickly, turned on her heel to run to the other entrance of the town, her cerulean eyes wide.
The old storyteller watched the beautiful young girl run, a small frown marring his handsome features. Turning his gaze back to the king, he cocked an eyebrow, "No need to send your precious," This word came out as a sneer, "Little girl there, Galbatorix. You might lose her quicker then you think."
A growl was he got in response.
Brom tutted, rolling his eyes at the male infront of him, "No need to be hostile. I don't want to fight. Just want to talk."
"Well, what if I don't want to talk, dammit?!" Galbatorix snapped back, his crimson eyes flashing angrily.
"Then you'll lose your head."
Galbatorix paled as he was bombared with the energy he thought was long gone. The flashiong golden power was just that. Raw, untamable power. Galbatorix growled at Brom, hissing a warning that was unheard, before turning in a quick circle vanishing in a dark, swirling cloud of shadows.
Brom sighed.
"He always was one for theatrics."
The giant, wrought iron doors of King Galbatorix's castle banged open with inhumane force, said king walking in, his anger visible in the air around him. Servants scattered hurriedly to finish their work, and letting out a sigh of relief as they saw their master leave in the direction of...
Murtagh.
The servants paled, their eyes wide as they looked at eachother.
Galbatorix never went to Murtagh unless he was PISSED. Sending mental sympathy to the young male they had all grown close to, they sighed, getting on with their work before the victim became them.
Murtagh winced heavily as he heard the footfalls of his worst nightmare. Grabbing the young, dirty blonde beauty he had just been cuddling with, he gently shoved her in the closet, making motions for her to STAY THE HELL PUT.
Eragona looked at him helplessly, her eyes wide, filled with fright. Murtagh felt a pang of pain in his chest as he saw that small flash before she concealed it, mentally vowing to himself to keep her safe. Take her away from Galbatorix and his manipulations. Anything to help save the woman he had grown to love since he had met her.
Shutting the closet quickly, Murtagh jumped onto his bed, his eyes shut tight as he attempted to pretend to be asleep. Maybe he would left alone.
The door to his room slammed shut, and Murtagh winced inwardly. His nightmare was angry, and nothing was going to stop him. Nothing.
A sharp gasp of pain was torn from his throat as his nightmare backhanded him, sending his head into the wall, hard.
A growl was heard from his abuser, the large hand of said man grasping Murtagh's hair tightly. Murtagh let out a scream of pain. Forcing his eyes open, his stared into the glowing, anger filled, crimson orbs of the king. A small whimper came from his throat as he saw how much anger was there. Either Galbatorix was either pregnant, highly unlikely. Or he had met up with Brom. Shit.
Galbatorix threw the well muscled body of his "son" into the wall, his eyes narrowed. Beginning to throw profanities, he landed blow after blow after blow on the boy, ignoring the boys shouts of protests, and pleas
Murtagh lost conciousness before the beating reached half an hour.
Eragona watched on in horror. Galbatorix was hitting Murtagh. Her Murtagh.
Placing her petite hand over her mouth to hold her sobs, as silent tears covered her already tear-stained cheeks as she watched.
Closing her eyes tightly to try to block out the screams of pain coming from her brother, her lover- Eragona stopped after that. Eyes snapping open in shock, and widenning, she bit on her lip to try and hold in a fresh wave of sobs.
She watched quietly, only have to bite her hand as she watched Galbatorix rip of Murtagh's pants.
"He wouldn't. Not Murtagh. Don't... NO!" Eragona watched in horror as Galbatorix forced himself into Murtagh, rousing the boy, whom let out a scream of agony.
Eragona couldn't take it. It was to much.
Sinking to the ground, Eragona whimpered a small,"Stop...". For Murtagh. Who couldn't beg. Who couldn't scream, and plea. Because Galbatorix wouldn't stop. He's a monster. Galbatorix... The man she thought of as a father... hurting her Murtagh... It wasn't right. Wasn't supposed to happen.
Blackness clouded the edges of her vision, though she stayed awake long enough to hear Galbatorix murmur, "Goodnight, little pet." With that, Galbatorix stood up and left.
Eragona fainted then
Somewhere miles away, one certain storyteller awoke with a jump. Murtagh... That poor boy... And Eragona... Having to see that...
Shaking his head, Brom curled his fingers into his hair as he stared wide eyed at his bed spread.
It was happening again.
Galbatorix had raped another unsuspecting boy again.
And he couldn't do anything to help.
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~Scarlet de Rivera
