Eragon hesitated outside the room that held the eggs. Murtagh waited several feet away, looking indecisive.
"As a warning, the dragon will be much more untrained than you are used to." Eragon said.
Murtagh was silent, and Eragon started to speak the word to enter the vault, as Murtagh said, "Stop."
Eragon glanced at him questioningly, and Murtagh explained, "I don't want a new dragon. Thank you for the offer, but no."
Eragon nodded, and turned.
"I will be headed back to Alagaesia now. We'll see where fate leads me." Murtagh spoke in the ancient language, and his feet lifted off the ground as he left Evarinya, returning to Alagaesia.
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Murtagh let himself drop with the city of Illeria in sight. Continuing on foot, he cast a concealment spell as he approached it, hoping it would still be there. He breathed a sigh of relief as it was; Thorn's red body was still there, lying lifeless.
Murtagh's heart saddened, but he drew Zar'roc and began cutting into him until he reached it. Thorn's Eldunari.
With a quick word in the ancient language, he lifted it out, and cleaned the blood off of it. Extending his mind, he felt for the Eldunari, hoping there would be life inside of it.
A small tendril of thought extended from it, and Murtagh gazed in wonder as the eldunari glowed red. The thought met with murtagh's mind and expanded into words. Murtagh?
Murtagh smiled, and he tucked the Eldunari into his bag. Thorn.
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The Name of Names
FanfictionBeing a Rider is not skill. It is not spells and sparring and flight. It is becoming a piece of a much bigger chess board, fighting against the dark while remaining in the light. And when darker powers start to grow, it is about sacrifice and givin...
