Authors Note: Hi, this ismy first fanfic, so Constructive critisism is always welcome! The story gets a lot better, this is just kind of an intro. (at least I hope it gets better :P) Please read and Review!
Ambersmirked as the most recent duke or prince or lord, or whatever he was suposed to be made her father look like a complete idiot. It meant he was going to be killed but it was still funny anyway. A presence came into her mind. She smiled at the masculine presence that had become so familure. Hello she said to the young man through their mind conection. Hello, he replied, are you as amused by this as I am? he questioned, amusment clear in his 'voice'. If you must know, I am trying very hard not to burst into laughter and I don't think I can suceed much longer. The young woman with long auburn hair sat at one end of the table, her father on her right. The tall young man sat at the other. Their eyes weren't on eachother but they both knew the other was smiling. Soon the very large man know as Amber's father stood in his seat and yelled for the guards to take the duke to be executed. This was always the cue for everyone to get up and leave. Happy that she wouldn't break into laughter infront of her fatherAmber stood and made her way to the exit of the large room. Once safely out of the room she allowed her self to drift near the young man of the prior converation. They walked silently through the cold stone halls of the castle until they were sure no one was near. It was only then that they burst into the laughter that they hadbeen holding back for so long. Only when their laughs died down in the echoy halls wasAmber the first to speak.
"I haven't heard you laugh like that in so long." she said quietly, then imediatly wishing she hadn't as the boy before her tensed up and got a stoney look on his normally pleasant features. His dark hair making his eyes seem all the more cold and far away. "Murtagh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean that..." but he cut her off.
"I know you didn't mean it like that. I just can't help what reminds me of the past. Of our childhood." hes said with a far away look in his eyes, a look of pain. "You were the only good thing in my life then. The only thing that kept me grounded. And even then I couldn't protect what was important to me." His eyes began to fill with tears of the old pain, tears that he would never let flow over.
"Oh, Murtagh," she almost whispered. She reached out to him and touched his arm. He flinched away from the contact. "Murtagh, you couldn't help what happened to you and Thorn, no one could. You have to stop living in the past and look to the future. If," she broke off then began again in a whisper. "If the Varden defeats Glabatorix, then, then you'll be free, we all will."
"No one is strong enough to defeat him, no one." His harsh whisper made her flinch.
"No one alone." she said and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He put his strong muscular arms around her waist and set his chin gently on top of her head. This was the first time he felt truely safe in that castle. He wasn't sure what he was feeling at the moment towards his old childhood friend. The daughter of the man that had made his life a living hell. The daughter of Galbatorix.
AN: and there it is, future chapters are longer, hope you like it! Please review! (You know, just hit that little button down there, you know you want to!)