Purple von YumiTadashi ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: My sun ----------------- Chapter 1 - My sun The sun was shining. What am I writing? It was burning! „So... warm...“, a boy with dark brown hair and stormy blue eyes mumbled while stumbling to his room. He was training with his brother and best friend, Murtagh. He had finally been able to bring Murtagh back, though it was against said boy's will. He's still mumbling his curses against him if he's remembered of his coming back, but besides of that he didn't complain. After all, he didn't want the vows he gave Galbatorix nor did he want to capture Eragon, his brother. Which he found out later, but whatever. The only person who never seemed to become tired of trusting him. Never. For which he's thankful. So, he won't complain. Besides of that, he still need to earn the trust of everyone else than Eragon. Arya and Nasuada were accepting his presence, but that's all. It seemed that the reason was mostly because of him, since he used to be all down... Well, that's what they told him but who is he to ever admit that?! That's something that still bothered Eragon. The Varden won't trust Murtagh, even after this six months Murtagh is back now. They remembered just too well the very first time they had seen Murtagh again after months of searching, though they searched only in the beginning, and finally thinking he is dead. Eragon was shocked, too. He felt betrayed by his friend, too. But that's not the matter anymore. Murtagh was back and it was good like that. The past didn't matter anymore. At least, not for him. The Varden won't forget. The dwarves won't forget. The elves won't forget. Galbatorix won't forget as well, now being betrayed by Murtagh as well. Only Eragon was able to forget, it seemed. And he didn't like that thought. If it was for him, Murtagh wouldn't even had gone to Galbatorix. But he did. And Eragon forgave him. But the others didn't, won't ever. Not even Murtagh himself would forgive himself. He may not show it and Eragon won't say a word. He knows how his new-found brother thinks about talking about feelings. His own feelings, especially. He just hoped that Murtagh will tell him one day. While thinking so much about Murtagh and that whole (pretty stupid, if I may say) situation, he had arrived at his room and was now facing the door, standing before it. For twenty minutes by now, if anyone cared to know. He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Startled, he turned around just to face the subject of his previous thoughts: Murtagh. „Hey. You kinda spaced out, you know? Is something wrong?“, said boy asked concerned. Well, for Eragon it was. For everyone else, Murtagh's just looking like the emotionless ass they were thinking he was since he'd betrayed them. But Eragon knew it better. He was really concerned, he always was about him. Even while he was on Galbatorix's side. „No, nothing's wrong at all“, Eragon answered quickly and turned to open the door. But Murtagh didn't let him. Still with his hand on Eragon's shoulder, he inched forward, coming closer to Eragon. Whose breathing stopped nearly immediately. „You sure?“, Murtagh asked, nearly whispering into the ear of the younger one. He was slightly smirking. What should he think about the reaction he just got from his brother just by coming a bit closer than normal? ~A bit? Oh, please, don't make me laugh.~ Murtagh furrowed his eyebrows. What was that stupid voice insulting him? After a moment, he decided to drop that for later and to focuse on his little brother now, which still wasn't breathing at all. „Um... Eragon? Don't forget to breath, okay?“, he said after another moment, now slightly worried about his brother. He was turning grey, damn it! Right after Murtagh had said that, Eragon gasped for air. He'd really forgotten the thing that is normally more than habit and pretty important for living at all: breathing. He could've just ran into his room, lock the door and never come out again. He really felt like doing that. But he didn't move one millimeter. Murtagh was smirking even wider. „Good“, he whispered, again into his ear, just to finally let go of the younger Rider and turn away for his leave. „Make sure you won't forget it again, little brother“, he said teasingly over his shoulder and left, leaving a stunned Eragon behind. *Hey. Stop standing there like a frightened rabbit, little one*, Eragon heard suddenly and nearly jumped before recognizing the voice. *Saphira*, he said relieved over the link the two of them were sharing since said dragon hatched. *Who else? Now, would you mind going in your room or something? It's disturbing to know you standing there*, Saphira said, scolding him a little. But Eragon knew that she just wanted him to stop that thoughts for a while. Well, the thoughts about Murtagh that is. She really knows what's going on with him even if he himself didn't. She always had to help him getting it. Sighing, he finally entered his room and threw himself onto his bed. He was confused. To say the least. Remembering what just happened only a few moments ago, he wished for it to never end. That feeling when Murtagh, his brother, was so close to him. Too close to think properly. Too close to think at all. He blushed. He wondered if it was just him, reacting like that to his brother or... How were the women reacting to him, the red Rider? Searching for some moments where Murtagh was with women, kinda, he noticed that he only once said something about how beautiful Nasuada was (and she seems to like him to some point, which made him annoyed by her) and that was it. The older boy was always respective to others. Maybe especially to women, but that was it. He didn't seem to have any interest in one of them in particular. *Maybe, he already likes someone, but that someone just doesn't get it*, Saphira remarked out of the blue. ~Uuuuuuuuuuuh. A blue dragon remarking something out of the blue.~ *Shut up, author.* ~Hmpf. I am writing this story, am I not?~ *Yeah, so?* ~... Whatever...~ *You sure, Saphira? I can't imagine Murtagh being in love with someone at all...*, Eragon mused. Saphira mentally slapped him for that. Really, that boy's so dense! ~Is it just me or didn't he hear me...?~ *Well*, Saphira started, ignoring the stupid author, and through gritted teeth, though it won't be heard through the link, *what speaks against it? You are in love as well, aren't you?* Eragon froze. What was she talking about? Him? In love? With whom? And shouldn't he be the one knowing it before the other does? What was that all about anyway? True, he was always thinking about only one person, but that didn't mean that he is in love with him, did it? °Saphira's confusing today°, he thought to himself. °Then again, she's always kinda confusing anyway...° *Don't forget that I can hear your thoughts, little one*, Saphira remembered him. *Y-yeah, I'm sorry...*, he apologized to her and started his musings again. He really had no idea who Murtagh's someone may be. Not even one. He could only think of Nasuada 'cause of his (annoying) remark, but besides of that... And that didn't really count for Eragon, since Murtagh's treatening her like the others, not even a little bit special. (Besides of the fact that she is now the leader of the Varden...) °So, who is it, Murtagh, the red Rider, Morzan's son? Who is it...?°, he thought, drifting off into sleep. Saphira looking over him through the link. *Dream happy, little one*, she whispered, though she knew he couldn't hear her. But who cared at that moment? OOOOO At the same time, Murtagh had a little conversation with his dragon. *Thorn! Stop making fun of me already!*, Murtagh growled while turning his now narrowed eyes in the direction where he thought Thorn must be right now, since they weren't in the same room.. *Oh, I'm not making fun of you, not at all!*, the red dragon answered the non-existent question of his rider, snickering. No, he wasn't making fun of his Rider. Who was he to do so? Oh, yeah, right. Thorn, the red dragon. Who's laughing his ass off (if that's possible) at the moment. Nearly forgot, sorry. And, yeah, it's because of Murtagh. Poor boy, haha. *Oh, of course not. What made me think that you would laugh at me? You, the mighty red dragon won't do that!*, Murtagh growled sarcastically. *Right*, Thorn simply said, triumphantly smirking. Sighing, Murtagh laid down on his bed, kind of hugging his pillow and closing his eyes, thinking. He was thinking of a particular young... boy with dark brown hair... A boy of which he was always thinking of for some time now. The young boy was so... so... appealing. *Is it my fault for falling... Yeah, falling in love with him?*, he asked himself, though it was through the link. The only reply was silence. For a while, there was just silence. One minute... Two minutes... It felt like an eternity for Murtagh when he finally got an answer from his red dragon. *No, it's not*, was the simple answer, but it was enough for Murtagh. Thorn wasn't nauseated by him. He sighed, relieved. *Thank you, Thorn*, he said, smiling. It was really a relief to know that his dragon hadn't anything against him, being in love... with another man. Murtagh himself didn't care. For him, it didn't matter which gender the person-in question had. But he knew, some did. Some won't accept it. Never would they. No, he won't tell anyone. Not a single word. As long as Thorn knew... He didn't care if the others does or not. But... he won't tell him as well. Murtagh was just too worried of his reaction. Too afraid of being rejected. °Not from him°, he thought, slightly hopeless. He was sure that he would die in some way or another as soon as he was rejected by him. Not really physically but mentally. Even now, since he wasn't that alone anymore as he used to be. Now, he had Thorn. But even the red dragon won't be able to help him out of the darkness that would be there. He would only be a light, shining on the path Murtagh still had to go. While his sun would never rise for him again. ~oO°0°Oo~ Author Note: Well... Yumi hopes that you all liked it and enjoyed! If you want to read more, please just say it! If not, Yumi may not upload any more... She's not sure... Well, in the next chapter, there'll be some new character... Yumi hopes that her English isn't too bad! Till next time! Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)