Post by Alfa Nuanen on May 14, 2010 7:47:49 GMT -5
Anyone reading this if you are on IF you may recognised this as Aliz's story well that is who I am. This is my Eragon book 4 hope you like it.
Pain, hatred, anger, were all that was left in Murtagh’s life. Now he had on one, because none but Thorn understood him.
Eragon had tried to. Even after he found out I was the son of Morzan he was still my friend.
Even now Murtagh could not understand Eragon. Why was Eragon so determent to believe in him? After all the things he had done, Murtagh thought Eragon would hate him like everyone else; but still Eragon wanted to help, his words echoed in Murtagh’s ears.
“I know of a way you can both free yourselves from Galbatorix.”
All I did was threaten him, why did he continue without even threatening me back? That is not the Eragon I knew. Murtagh cringed as words from the memory continued.
“Galbatorix would not have told you, but when I was among the elves I learned that if your personality changes so does your name in the ancient language.” Eragon had continued to say.
All we have to do is change something about ourselves and our oaths would no longer bind us, the king would lose his hold on use and I would not have to hurt my brother ever again.
Eragon was always the one to see the world differently. Everyone who knew me saw me as Morzan’s son, but Eragon, even after I kept my farther name from him, did not seem to mind. It was still me he saw, not my father, our father. After everything I’ve put him through he still wants to help. He does not hate me.
He should! And he will, after he finds out that I killed the old elf. He will hate me like everyone else. Then I will be left will no one but Thorn. I did not want to kill the old ones.
“Why couldn’t I stop?” Murtagh pounded the saddle, he hated himself more than anyone else could. He hated the king for all that he had ordered him and Thorn to do, but most of all he hated the king for making him hurt his brother.
All the deaths were carried to hurt Eragon; not only were the people he cared for dying around him, his brother was the one who killed them.
Murtagh threw back his head and screamed out his anger to the world.
Thorn hated to see his companion of the soul and mind in pain. It caused Thorn pain to. He also know how his rider hated killing. Most especially when Murtagh know it would make his brother suffer; Murtagh missed his brother. He often thought about all the things they had done together on their journey to Gil’ead.
Especially the night when, a not completely healed, Eragon had insisted on a sparing match. Murtagh had thought that he could take the youngster down easily. Before Eragon went and hurt himself again. He was not too happy to find himself wrong, but was glad to see that there was someone who could make a fight worth while.
Murtagh most especially remembered the sparing matches that took place every night, from then on.
Thorn wanted to see his rider like that again, sparing with his brother, for fun. Not the two of them fighting to capture or kill one another.
I would like that too Thorn, but after killing the old elf and the gold dragon. I don’t think Eragon will. Murtagh sighed. This was never going to work.
He looked around him, to the clouded sky, that hide the stars . The Spine was below him. It stretched out to the far south and even further north along the west side of Alagaësia like the spinal cord of this world. That giant umbrella that let none see from above. The splendour of the world that lived under that canopy. A splendour untouched by man, one that man could see, but was too scared to. From the old stories that surrounded that old forest.
Murtagh gave a small smile. Eragon had told him of a time when the villages of Carvahall had scorned him, because he liked to be among the trees of the Spine. And that he hunted in there, rather than the small forest that surrounded his family’s farm house. Even his cousin Roran had, for a time, been among though who did not like Eragon going into the depths of that ancient world. Murtagh was pleased that his little brother had not listened to the peoples words. For if he had he would not have found Saphira, and they would never had meet, Murtagh would not have Thorn and he wound still be the only son of Morzan.
Thorn roared now he had enough of this. He plummeted to the ground like an arrow, landing and folded his wing. Before Murtagh could come to grips with what had happened Thorn threw him off his back. Murtagh landed a little way from Thorn, who came over to his rider and pinned him down. Then looking at his rider as he tried to push Thorn off, pointlessly. Now from past experience that he would never be able to make him move.
All Right you I have had enough of this, Thorn found it difficult not to roar at his rider for he was fuming.
First, you do not know what Eragon will do, you never were any good at guessing what you brother would do, you said it yourself. Second, we did not kill the old elf and his dragon or the dwarf king; those was the actions of that mad-man. All of their deaths were him. And finally Thorn said more playfully Why did you not buckle in. What if we had been attacked, you would not be able to do the straps up in time or grab the saddle. You would have fallen off. That was stupid, don’t you want to try out Eragon’s advice? Don’t you want to rid us of Galbatorix once and for all?
Murtagh was stunned they had agreed not to talk about what Eragon had said. How did Thorn know about Eragon always surprising him with what he does or does not do? Murtagh had been carful with what he thought of when it came to Eragon, he did not want Galbatorix to find Eragon’s true name. So he had hidden those thoughts, even from Thorn. For it would have been twice as easy to get this information.
Your right Thorn, thank you my soul. Do you mind getting off me? Being pinned by a little thing like you is a little; too familiar. Murtagh smiled, and gave a cheerful laugh.
Me little? I’ll get you for that. I know it is familiar, I got the idea from something I saw in your mind. You and Eragon were squabbling over something, you never remember the words, and Saphira separated and pinned you both. Both of you where trying pointlessly to push her off to get back to your squabbling, I’ll give it to Saphira she knows how to-
Murtagh raised an eye and Thorn know his rider was about to start on that forbidden subject. Again. For he had made the mistake in opening it. He pulled away from Murtagh, allowing him to get up. Murtagh just lay there looking up at the now cloudless sky to the stars. Then began to laugh.
Yes, Thorn? Murtagh questioned Saphira knows how to deal with her rider; I would say she would know how to deal with a smitten male dragon. Murtagh teased Thorn. Roaring with laughter. Murtagh said, iYou can’t hide how you feel Thorn.i
I don’t know what you are talking about. Thorn turned his back on his companion of mind and soul.
You can’t hide how you feel, Well nether can you. You can’t hide your thought of your brother That was how Thorn know about Eragon, and his strange reaction to many things that Murtagh would have thought impossible. It surprised even Thorn, the way Eragon thought. Murtagh had tried to hide his thoughts about Eragon, but the connection was to strong. They each know what the other was thinking or trying to hide. iSo why am I trying to hide the fact that I had feelings for Saphira, feelings I didn’t understand.i
The answer came to him at once. Shruikan wanted her, if he found out that Thorn had feeling for her. Murtagh would get the whip worse than ever and Thorn did not know what Shruikan would do to him, but he know that it would hurt him and Murtagh, a lot. Murtagh should realise this and stop trying to get me to admit that I had feelings for Saphira.
“If you and Thorn changed something about yourselves your oaths will on longer bind you.” That was what Eragon had said and the words still echoed in Thorns ears.
Would that be enough? Could my feeling for Saphira be enough to change my true name? What would it do to Murtagh if he did not do what Galbatorix orders him to because I am stopping him? Is it worth the risk?
“I would like that too Thorn” That was what Murtagh had said to what he was thinking about Eragon. Murtagh wanted thinks to be like the old times. Eragon wants Murtagh and me away from Galbatorix.
No harm ever came from trying.
Thorn turned back to Murtagh.
Saphira is the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on. Her deep sapphire eyes. Her blue scales that throw the colours of the rainbow in every direction. The way she holds herself, even in the heat of battle. Always on guard for trouble, on land or in the sky. She is a true protector. She is the queen of the sky and I don’t know what these feeling are, that I have for her. They are confusing me Murtagh. Thorn threw all the feelings he had at Murtagh in one blast.
Murtagh sighed, looking up at Thorn, not sure how to begin.
Saphira is the most beautiful being you have ever seen, because she is the only female dragon you have ever seen. The feelings you have for her are love or maybe compassion. I have not felt like that in almost fifteen years so I could not be certain. A grin lightened Murtaghs face. As he smiled up at his dragon there was something in Murtagh’s eyes. Thorn was not sure what it was; possibly concern, curiosity, happiness or fear.
Thorn never got the chance to ask. For a burst of white sparks hit Murtagh full on in the chest, the power was incredible. Thorn turned to kill the one responsible for this, but a second white spark hit him and he fell to lay by his rider.
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Chapter One: Murtagh and Thorn
Pain, hatred, anger, were all that was left in Murtagh’s life. Now he had on one, because none but Thorn understood him.
Eragon had tried to. Even after he found out I was the son of Morzan he was still my friend.
Even now Murtagh could not understand Eragon. Why was Eragon so determent to believe in him? After all the things he had done, Murtagh thought Eragon would hate him like everyone else; but still Eragon wanted to help, his words echoed in Murtagh’s ears.
“I know of a way you can both free yourselves from Galbatorix.”
All I did was threaten him, why did he continue without even threatening me back? That is not the Eragon I knew. Murtagh cringed as words from the memory continued.
“Galbatorix would not have told you, but when I was among the elves I learned that if your personality changes so does your name in the ancient language.” Eragon had continued to say.
All we have to do is change something about ourselves and our oaths would no longer bind us, the king would lose his hold on use and I would not have to hurt my brother ever again.
Eragon was always the one to see the world differently. Everyone who knew me saw me as Morzan’s son, but Eragon, even after I kept my farther name from him, did not seem to mind. It was still me he saw, not my father, our father. After everything I’ve put him through he still wants to help. He does not hate me.
He should! And he will, after he finds out that I killed the old elf. He will hate me like everyone else. Then I will be left will no one but Thorn. I did not want to kill the old ones.
“Why couldn’t I stop?” Murtagh pounded the saddle, he hated himself more than anyone else could. He hated the king for all that he had ordered him and Thorn to do, but most of all he hated the king for making him hurt his brother.
All the deaths were carried to hurt Eragon; not only were the people he cared for dying around him, his brother was the one who killed them.
Murtagh threw back his head and screamed out his anger to the world.
*****
Thorn hated to see his companion of the soul and mind in pain. It caused Thorn pain to. He also know how his rider hated killing. Most especially when Murtagh know it would make his brother suffer; Murtagh missed his brother. He often thought about all the things they had done together on their journey to Gil’ead.
Especially the night when, a not completely healed, Eragon had insisted on a sparing match. Murtagh had thought that he could take the youngster down easily. Before Eragon went and hurt himself again. He was not too happy to find himself wrong, but was glad to see that there was someone who could make a fight worth while.
Murtagh most especially remembered the sparing matches that took place every night, from then on.
Thorn wanted to see his rider like that again, sparing with his brother, for fun. Not the two of them fighting to capture or kill one another.
I would like that too Thorn, but after killing the old elf and the gold dragon. I don’t think Eragon will. Murtagh sighed. This was never going to work.
He looked around him, to the clouded sky, that hide the stars . The Spine was below him. It stretched out to the far south and even further north along the west side of Alagaësia like the spinal cord of this world. That giant umbrella that let none see from above. The splendour of the world that lived under that canopy. A splendour untouched by man, one that man could see, but was too scared to. From the old stories that surrounded that old forest.
Murtagh gave a small smile. Eragon had told him of a time when the villages of Carvahall had scorned him, because he liked to be among the trees of the Spine. And that he hunted in there, rather than the small forest that surrounded his family’s farm house. Even his cousin Roran had, for a time, been among though who did not like Eragon going into the depths of that ancient world. Murtagh was pleased that his little brother had not listened to the peoples words. For if he had he would not have found Saphira, and they would never had meet, Murtagh would not have Thorn and he wound still be the only son of Morzan.
Thorn roared now he had enough of this. He plummeted to the ground like an arrow, landing and folded his wing. Before Murtagh could come to grips with what had happened Thorn threw him off his back. Murtagh landed a little way from Thorn, who came over to his rider and pinned him down. Then looking at his rider as he tried to push Thorn off, pointlessly. Now from past experience that he would never be able to make him move.
All Right you I have had enough of this, Thorn found it difficult not to roar at his rider for he was fuming.
First, you do not know what Eragon will do, you never were any good at guessing what you brother would do, you said it yourself. Second, we did not kill the old elf and his dragon or the dwarf king; those was the actions of that mad-man. All of their deaths were him. And finally Thorn said more playfully Why did you not buckle in. What if we had been attacked, you would not be able to do the straps up in time or grab the saddle. You would have fallen off. That was stupid, don’t you want to try out Eragon’s advice? Don’t you want to rid us of Galbatorix once and for all?
Murtagh was stunned they had agreed not to talk about what Eragon had said. How did Thorn know about Eragon always surprising him with what he does or does not do? Murtagh had been carful with what he thought of when it came to Eragon, he did not want Galbatorix to find Eragon’s true name. So he had hidden those thoughts, even from Thorn. For it would have been twice as easy to get this information.
Your right Thorn, thank you my soul. Do you mind getting off me? Being pinned by a little thing like you is a little; too familiar. Murtagh smiled, and gave a cheerful laugh.
Me little? I’ll get you for that. I know it is familiar, I got the idea from something I saw in your mind. You and Eragon were squabbling over something, you never remember the words, and Saphira separated and pinned you both. Both of you where trying pointlessly to push her off to get back to your squabbling, I’ll give it to Saphira she knows how to-
Murtagh raised an eye and Thorn know his rider was about to start on that forbidden subject. Again. For he had made the mistake in opening it. He pulled away from Murtagh, allowing him to get up. Murtagh just lay there looking up at the now cloudless sky to the stars. Then began to laugh.
Yes, Thorn? Murtagh questioned Saphira knows how to deal with her rider; I would say she would know how to deal with a smitten male dragon. Murtagh teased Thorn. Roaring with laughter. Murtagh said, iYou can’t hide how you feel Thorn.i
I don’t know what you are talking about. Thorn turned his back on his companion of mind and soul.
You can’t hide how you feel, Well nether can you. You can’t hide your thought of your brother That was how Thorn know about Eragon, and his strange reaction to many things that Murtagh would have thought impossible. It surprised even Thorn, the way Eragon thought. Murtagh had tried to hide his thoughts about Eragon, but the connection was to strong. They each know what the other was thinking or trying to hide. iSo why am I trying to hide the fact that I had feelings for Saphira, feelings I didn’t understand.i
The answer came to him at once. Shruikan wanted her, if he found out that Thorn had feeling for her. Murtagh would get the whip worse than ever and Thorn did not know what Shruikan would do to him, but he know that it would hurt him and Murtagh, a lot. Murtagh should realise this and stop trying to get me to admit that I had feelings for Saphira.
“If you and Thorn changed something about yourselves your oaths will on longer bind you.” That was what Eragon had said and the words still echoed in Thorns ears.
Would that be enough? Could my feeling for Saphira be enough to change my true name? What would it do to Murtagh if he did not do what Galbatorix orders him to because I am stopping him? Is it worth the risk?
“I would like that too Thorn” That was what Murtagh had said to what he was thinking about Eragon. Murtagh wanted thinks to be like the old times. Eragon wants Murtagh and me away from Galbatorix.
No harm ever came from trying.
Thorn turned back to Murtagh.
Saphira is the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on. Her deep sapphire eyes. Her blue scales that throw the colours of the rainbow in every direction. The way she holds herself, even in the heat of battle. Always on guard for trouble, on land or in the sky. She is a true protector. She is the queen of the sky and I don’t know what these feeling are, that I have for her. They are confusing me Murtagh. Thorn threw all the feelings he had at Murtagh in one blast.
Murtagh sighed, looking up at Thorn, not sure how to begin.
Saphira is the most beautiful being you have ever seen, because she is the only female dragon you have ever seen. The feelings you have for her are love or maybe compassion. I have not felt like that in almost fifteen years so I could not be certain. A grin lightened Murtaghs face. As he smiled up at his dragon there was something in Murtagh’s eyes. Thorn was not sure what it was; possibly concern, curiosity, happiness or fear.
Thorn never got the chance to ask. For a burst of white sparks hit Murtagh full on in the chest, the power was incredible. Thorn turned to kill the one responsible for this, but a second white spark hit him and he fell to lay by his rider.
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