I sighed and laid down my head on the couch. I felt tears in my eyes as the familiar heat of Ant's body next to mine wasn't there to urge me into slumber. Now my imagination could make me feel worse to change my outlook and make it my fault.
"Why didn't he take me?"
"Why didn't I go after Ant"
He was dead and he was all I had left. I was already thinking of how to commit suicide but there was a voice in my head. Eragon still loves you it seemed to whisper. But Eragon doesn't he hates me.
Loves
Hates
Loves
Hates
"Loves"
I looked up to see Martin standing there. He loves you he went back to find you and things aren't so good...
"What do you mean"
"It's Eragon he's been taken hostage you dad is trying to get him to kill you"
"Exactly"
"He only wants to avenge Ant he's a helpful ally"
"And how do you know this"
"The gods"
"Oh so you did your fancy witch craft! You can't assume the results are always right!"
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Castles
FanfictionBook two of the Herosteve series on my account. Read the first one before this one. Then this will make more sense. Hope you enjoy the series :3.
