This idea came to me some time ago, but I only considered it writing down when I noticed the lack (to some extent) of Nasuada and Murtagh stories. I always found them an interesting couple.
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This will probably be a two part or perhaps a little more…it honestly depends on how I write out this chapter, and if I can get a good story to continue on with. The story picks up after Eragon and Murtagh jump through the waterfall with Arya. Forgive me for the lack of actual dialog spoken in the book. Going off memory since my book is in storage
Warnings: Slight profanity
Parings: Murtagh X Nasuada
I had to be honest; the cold cool water felt good against my burning skin and knotted hair. It seemed like it had been weeks or even years since I felt this kind of cool water. Though, the constant falling of the water from the top was annoying. I dove under the water to escape the beatings of the water. The more time I spent under water the more I wanted to stay under but I had to remember the need for air. So I swam up to the surface of the water and sucked in deeply the air.
What I was excepting to find on the other side of the cave, I wasn't sure, but when I opened my eyes I wanted to dive back under the water again...
The pool of water was surrounded by soldiers of all different statures including dwarves and, in contrast, towering humans. I heard Eragon surface beside me, dragging up the elven woman alongside him. I saw the same surprise across his face and his eyes where trained on the long spear that happened to be pointed at both of our faces.
"Tell me first off; what do you two want." A very tall, dark skinned and well-muscled man stood above us, flanked by two soldiers –the ones with the spears- as he stared down at us with his dark colored eyes. "Then how you got here."
"Please, we only came because we need someone to heal," Eragon struggled to pull up Arya further so that the group could see her, "her, we just need a healer for her." He said. The dark skinned man gave a small gesture towards someone beside him and a tall solider walked forward and Eragon waded forward before Arya was transferred between the two men.
"Ajihad…" A dwarf called from behind the solider. "It's an elf."
The tall soldier had pushed aside some of Arya's hair to reveal the pointed ears signature to all elves.
The dark skinned man, Ajihad, narrowed his eyes and chewed on his lip. The second question had answered itself.
"Get her back to Trianna, now." He said and the solider lifted Arya up before he and an additional solider disappeared down a hallway.
If Eragon had suspected the same reception for the both of us…he was sadly disappointed. Both he and I were ripped from the water and threw down onto the ground, dripping wet, and breathless from the run here.
Nothing stopped the soldiers from lifting us up from the arm pits. Though…they were forced to stop –more like told to stop- as a roar echoed through the caverns. Eragon's blue dragon had broken through the water fall and snarled, her frame barely supported by the strips of landmass that encompassed the pool.
Everyone seemed to back off –they dropped both of us- and stared at her.
"Whose dragon is that?" Ajihad asked, looking down sharply at the two of us. Eragon wasn't sure what to say, I merely pointed my index finger in Eragon's direction. Ajihad furrowed his brows and then said: "Tell your dragon to back down, should your intentions be true we will have no reason to harm you." With this said Eragon glanced back towards Saphira who growled deep in her chest but backed down without a second thought. The soldiers seemed only a little relieved and walked back up before continuing the same dragging measure that they had taken before.
I hit the floor with a grunt, both of us restrained with thick rope cords. I kept my face against the tile, refusing to look towards the two bald people in front of us.
Ajihad had instructed these "Twins" to interrogate us to see if we had no ill will towards them, while he himself was around the side lines with a few dwarves and soldiers.
I wasn't surprised when they started to badger me for information first. They wouldn't be getting anything out of me though, I would make sure of that much. I merely stared at them with stern eyes. My stern façade was suddenly broken as I felt something searing in the back of my mind a hammering feeling against the base of my neck. I fell forward slamming my head into the ground breaking the skin and caused blood to ooze out. The twins tried to force their way through my mind, my hands gripped behind my back tightly, the fingernails tearing into my palms as I tried to focus the pain somewhere else.
"You will tell us what you know." One of the Twins voiced, as he advanced forward intensifying the feeling.
"Hell no!" I screamed through the pain, as I strained to keep up the barriers in my mind. "Get out of my mind!" I felt like a caged animal, my mind cornered like it had been so many years before…
This torture continued for at least another ten minutes –hours to me- before I felt them exit my mind and I flattened myself to the ground breathing raggedly. I let out a groan as I felt someone lift me back to my knees then proceeded to drag me off. If someone had said anything, I didn't hear it. I didn't want to hear anything…I just wanted rest. Though if I refused to give any information, I highly doubted I would get much rest. But I was determined to keep my thoughts to myself…my past, my linage. As I was being dragged away I saw a woman, the same skin color as that Ajihad fellow, watch me as they carried me off around the corner.
Our gaze was held for a split second before she quickly looked away and towards Eragon.
My gaze faltered not long after hers, my head dipped down and I merely watched the floor path beneath me through blurred eyes.
I changed my mind halfway through, I was going to squeeze this all into one chapter and create a long winded version of my fantasy. But I thought I should at least chop it in half to get more chapters and hopefully some reviews.
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