Wrath of Conviction

Krum Chick

Author's Note: Hey all, I have returned with another chapter for "Wrath of Conviction". The previous chapter was short because I had problems with getting inspired for the story again, but now I am back again with inspiration for this chapter! Also, I did edits on Chapter Seven, and if you guys didn't check that out yet, then go ahead and do so. Thanks for checking back again, and enjoy the chapter!

WARNING: There are some sexual moments but there is not a full sex scene. Just be warned that there is a bit of lime. Thanks a bunch.

Chapter EIGHT

Of Swords and Fear

A loud whoosh filled the air and a thud was heard from the back. Rain and Delene's heads turned toward the door as Murtagh flung it open, his black cloak shielding his body away. Rain sat silently on the bed, Samira wrapped up in her warm arms. Murtagh cursed under his breath, jerking the brooch from his neck and letting the cloak fall to the floor. He did not bother to pick it up and place it elsewhere. He seemed extremely frustrated, almost infuriated. It had been almost three weeks since the Urgal attack that left Murtagh pondering.

"Did you find anything?" Rain asked in a serene voice, rubbing Samira's back gently.

Murtagh did not answer her. A string of curses ran past his lips, and he paced the room with his fingers jammed up underneath his armpits. He looked beyond frustrated, beads of sweat making their way down his brow. He subconsciously wiped his face with his gloved hand. Rain sighed and rose from her spot, walking gently toward Delene who was tending to the fire. She looked up and rose, taking Samira as Rain handed the young child to her.

"Take her to Carvahall, I need to talk to Murtagh alone," Rain said in a slight whisper.

Delene nodded and put her cloak around her shoulders, and spoke delicately to the toddler as she walked out of the house and walking to Carvahall.

As Delene left, Rain sighed and turned toward the still pacing Murtagh. She walked up to him, placing her warm hand upon his shoulder. He stopped and looked at her, confusion and fear in his handsome green eyes. At the look in his eyes, Rain gave out a concerned expression.

"Sit," she commanded, grasping him by the sides of his arms.

Murtagh sighed and sat down on the bed, placing his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands. He tangled his fingers in his brown locks and sighed. Rain sat beside him, hardly making a sound. She placed her hand gently upon his back and rubbed it.

"What is troubling you? What did you find?" she asked, her voice filled with the utmost concern.

"That's just it...I didn't find out anything," Murtagh said, his head lifting from his hands and looking at Rain, "Galbatorix knows where we are. I can almost sense it. Thorn does too. Rain, I'm terrified."

Rain frowned and planted a kiss on his temple, stroking the sweat-soaked hair from his face. When he looked at her in the eye, she gave him a half-hearted smile.

"We'll be okay. The battle will be won against Galbatorix..." Rain said, stroking his hair.

Murtagh looked at her, seeing hope and trust written in her eyes. The look on her face made him smile, his fears being rested in the back of his mind for now. He reached over, stroking her cheek with his fingers, and cupping it gently in his palm. Rain smiled at him.

"You are always so sure about things," he whispered to her.

Rain paused. "I know in my heart that things will turn out for the better, my love," she crooned softly, resting her head against his warm touch.

Murtagh kept his smile, and leaned in, kissing her lips softly. The kiss remained for a few sweet moments, until Rain felt herself being pushed back against the bed gently. Murtagh rested himself gently upon her, still kissing her. Rain moaned softly and opened her mouth, giving him permission for entrance. Murtagh slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, gently wrestling with her own.

Rain gave out a pleasured gasp as Murtagh gently ran his thumbs over her breasts. Rain's hips bucked gently at the heightening pleasure so was receiving from her lover. Murtagh broke the kiss and grasped Rain's dress pulling it up slightly. He ran his hand up her leg and up her dress. He leaned his head down, suckling her neck gently. Rain's eyes began fluttering and she let out a soft cry. Murtagh, as he reached in between her legs, felt herself dampening. He hooked two fingers on the corner of her panties, about ready to pull them down, until...

"Oh dear..." Delene's voice came as the door opened. Murtagh and Rain tore apart from one another and Rain frantically began to push her dress back down.

Delene stood at the doorway, her cloak still wrapped around her shoulders and Samira was staring blankly at her parents. Murtagh cleared his throat, feeling the tension and heat in his groin beginning to fade. Rain's heavy breathing began to settle, but her face remained red.

"I'm sorry to disturb you both with your...activities," Delene said, shielding the baby's vision away from the sight.

"No, it's fine," Murtagh quickly said, swinging his legs to be settled on the floor.

Rain cleared her throat and fanned herself as she asked, "What makes you return to early anyway?"

"Samira wanted to come back here. She began to get hungry and she started to get fussy," Delene said, bringing Samira over to Murtagh.

Murtagh smiled and took Samira from her, placing her on his lap.

"Did you miss me and Mommy?" Murtagh said in a sweet voice.

Samira giggled cutely and reached up, slapping her father's cheeks. Murtagh smiled and kissed the baby's forehead. As he was doing so, however, he said a blessing under his breath in the Ancient Language. Samira blinked, hearing the calming, soothing words of the ancient peoples being crooned in her ear.

Murtagh then looked over at Rain and asked, "Do you know how to fight?"

Rain blinked in confusion, but replied, "Sort of, not much though."

"I think we need to have swordplay lessons. Just to get you prepared for the battles to come," Murtagh told her. Rain nodded soundlessly.

Murtagh looked at Delene, cradled Samira in his arms and handed her to Delene.

"Take her to bed. I need to work with Rain," Murtagh said.

Delene nodded, taking the baby again, and walking into the other room to place her to sleep. Murtagh looked at Rain, then at a sword that he had gotten from Teirm on his travels to Carvahall from Uru'baen, and his own sword, Zar'roc. He walked over and grabbed them both.

"Come outside with me, I will teach you what I can over the next few days until such battles arise," he said, watching as Rain stood from the bed and walked toward him.

They both walked outside, their feet stepping onto the lush grass. They both looked to see that Thorn was there, curled up, sleeping soundly. Murtagh handed the sword to Rain, and he drew Zar'roc, throwing the sheath to the side.

"Now...for the basics," Murtagh said.

Rain nodded, drawing her sword, waiting for Murtagh's instruction. She knew as she looked at the red gleaming sword, and her own blade, her heart began to beat furiously with worry. The worry came from knowing that the battles that would soon be arising, they may be filled with grief, sorrow, and loss. She closed her eyes for a moment, Murtagh's voice being drained out slightly, and she prayed for brighter days, and the world would be free of Galbatorix's black gaze of death and destruction.

Author's Note: Yay! The eighth chapter is completed, my friends. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I have decided to end this story on chapter ten, and an epilogue. Please read and review this chapter. Thank you!