Chapter 3- An Evil Rider begs me for help in my dream
CN (Character Note): First let me just say when you're involved with mythical creatures dreams are never just dreams. And this one was no different.
I was running down a corridor towards a bright light at the end of it when suddenly a door opens and pulls me in. I'm standing in a dungeon and there's a man sitting on a bench. His tunic was ripped and he had long cuts down his back possibly where he had been whipped. He looked at me suddenly. "Help me, the King is angry and you don't want to see him when he's angry. His latest raid went wrong and he's in a foul mood."
"Which king?" I asked. He didn't seem to hear me.
"I need you to tell Eragon for me that I'm sorry and I am going to make peace with the Varden when the king sends me on his latest suicide mission. With all those elves I'll be dead in a couple of minutes especially with no eldunari."
"Wait a minute; why haven't you got any eldunari?"
"The King said I'm not worthy of them anymore." A dragon roared in the cell next to us. "Quiet Thorn," snapped the man.
"Thorn?" Then I realised. "Are you Murtagh?" I asked.
"That's me," he replied. "The one and only. Aka the Kings minion."
"Galbatorix?"
"Yup." Suddenly footsteps sounded on the stairs to Murtagh's cell. "Just remember to tell him I'm still his brother, okay? And if you see Nasuada tell her… I'm sorry… " Then the dream ended.