Hey, this is a short fanfiction I wrote. I might continue or not, it really depends on the reviews and comments. Sorry for any spelling errors.

This takes place after Murtagh(Galbatorix) killed Oromis and Eragon now is back in Surda. Murtagh knows about Eragons true father (Brom).

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CHAPTER 1: Oaths

Eragon watched as the red rider and his dragon descended upon the Varden once more. They were about 100 yards from the borders of Surda, a distance that would keep others from harm but would leave him defenseless if he should need help.

Murtagh, a friend who he once trusted with his life. Now a full traitor to the Varden, me and maybe even himself. Eragon thought about his situation but despite the knowledge he had about Galbatorix he never really thought he could understand the true circumstances of Murtagh's control.

All he knew was Murtagh was gone, replaced by a man that closely represented his damned father Morzan.

By now Murtagh had landed, preparing to dismount Thorn. I did the same with Sapphira.

"Be careful you one. He is no longer your friend and he will capture us if he gets the chance." Sapphira warned in a calm but stern voice.

"I will" he spoke through their link "I have learned much since I've seen him last."

"I am not questioning your ability Eragon but your feelings toward him. Don't forget I am connected to you; know your every thought and emotion."

"If you are considering that I will be easy on him then you are mistaken, I could never feel for him after everything he has done."

Despite his words Eragon knew he was lying to himself, he never thought he could really kill a person he was associated to for so long. The never ending struggle either to kill him or not…

"Eragon, my rider, you must hurry. Murtagh is preparing himself."

By now Murtagh had dismounted Thorn and was slowly walking toward him with Zar'oc in one hand glinting blood red in the sun. Eragon quickly jumped off Sapphira and met him in the middle between their two dragons drawing his own sword, Brisingr.

The ground crunched underneath their feet with every step, dried out by the sun beating down on them perpetually. It now stood high in the sky which glowed orange melting into blue.

Eragon wore his traditional light armor with his cobalt sword Brisingr in one hand. His hair a light brunette that blended nicely with his deep brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. Close to perfection from his Elvin transformation but appearing quite off from his seemingly incomplete alteration.

Murtagh although related was different from his brother. His outfit was elegant, somehow arrogant showing off his power. He wore steel boots and a crimson tinted steel chest plate. His hair was a spiked brown but often mistaken for black because of it's almost dark chocolate color clashing against his pale skin. His eyes were a startling gray like a rain storm within each iris.

They both were striding toward each other almost stomping but immediately stopped once met.

"Red Rider why have you come! Leave before I will have to kill you." Eragon spat.

Murtagh took a step back in astonishment, "Eragon, my brother-

"You are no brother to me, traitor!" Eragon was mad now readying his sword for battle. Murtagh noticed his stance.

"Eragon wait! Just hear me out-

Eragon brought down his sword upon Murtagh ignoring his plead. The older had just enough time to hold Zar'oc up to defend himself.

"Stop, I don't want to fight you!" he grunted through his teeth. "Why should I believe you!" Eragon countered. "I will not attack you. Vel eïnradhin iet ai Shur'tugal (Upon my word as a rider)."

Eragon released his hold still ready to fight despite the others words. Murtagh was now out of breath and covered in sweat. He slowly walked back to Thorn and retrieved a small bag then came back to the other rider.

"Eragon here, take this quickly." He begged him. Murtagh was now grimacing in unknown pain, his face contorted with tears streaming down his face. "Take it!"

Eragon reached out and grabbed the bag. Murtagh nodded to open it.

The younger lifted the cover to see a glittering green egg inside. The last egg in Alagaësia.

"Why Murtagh? Why did you give me this? You are my enemy"

"You need it in order to win the war, to defeat Galbat-

Murtagh collapsed to the floor breathing heavily. Thorn roared in concern.

"Murtagh!" Eragon ran over to his enemies' side and rolled him on his back. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you, Murtagh speak to me!"

Murtagh's eyes slowly opened revealing a sad expression. "Eragon, Galbatorix knows I gave you the egg. He will punish me even more if I go back-

"Murtagh, what do you mean more?" Murtagh put a shaky hand on Eragon's shoulder. "I would never ask this of you if it wasn't for your own good. With the egg you could win the war but you still have one thing in your way before you reach my 'master'."

Eragon flinched, his eyes wide. Murtagh slowly got up as Eragon backed away.

"No, No I can't!"

"Eragon don't be stupid." Murtagh gasped holding his abdomen in pain. "You were about to kill me not even five minutes ago."

"I never wanted to kill you! You are still my friend no matter what you do, I will free you."

"Then free me now from my pain. When I gave you the egg I broke my oath, I'm now suffering the consequences." Murtagh gasped again now on his knees. Thorn bowed his head in sadness knowing the pain Murtagh felt especially now.

Eragon sat next to Murtagh with Brisingr still in his hand. "Murtagh, I will do what you ask and I will tell everyone that you were a hero." Silently tears fell down his face.

Murtagh sighed and looked deeply at his brother. "You don't have to do that Eragon. I am no hero just tell… tell Nasuada that I'm sorry and that I hope she will forgive me and I hope you will forgive me."

"I will, Goodbye my brother Murtagh Morzansson. I forgive you."

"Goodbye my brother Eragon Bromsson."

'I-I'm sorry…" And with that Eragon stabbed Murtagh across his chest; he fell back onto the dried dirt ground blood pouring from his open wounds. Thorn fell to the earth next to his rider shaking the ground.

Then Eragon ran over to Murtagh and held his limp form.

"Eragon" Murtagh mumbled trying to stay conscious. "Thank you… you helped me change my true name." Murtagh started to cough up blood as Eragon sobbed. "I am free- The red rider closed his eyes, his breath shortening by the second his tears drying on his cold pale face.

"Eragon he is still alive but barely. I believe we can save him, he is free now."Saphira broke in.

"Yes but will we get there in time, to the Varden."

"We will. He is strong."

"Let me first stop the blood flow then we can use the rest of our energy to fly back."

Eragon gently placed his brother on the earth then unbuckled his damaged armor. The clothes underneath were already covered in blood so he took those off as well leaving him shirtless.

The wound afflicted by Eragon stretched from his upper chest to his hip but that wasn't the only problem. Murtagh was skinner then he realized as if he wasn't fed and covering his body front and back were whip marks, some old and scarring and some new only just ceasing to bleed.

Eragon cried again. No wonder Murtagh would rather die, his whole life has been a living hell all because of that dam Galbatorix. "I swear I will kill Galbatorix no matter what it takes, I will never stop."

But then Eragon noticed something even crueler, on Murtagh's back was a brand of Galbatorix marking Murtagh 'property' of the empire.

The younger was devastated that Murtagh could be put through so much and he could think of him as a traitor or even an enemy. Despite his guilt he tenderly laid his hands on Murtagh's chest feeling his slow heart beat and uttered the words," Waíse heill!"

Murtaghs wounds slowly closed up but only enough to keep him alive for a slightly longer. Then he lifted him up onto Sapphira and took off. "Sapphira after we reach the Varden you must return to Thorn, we can't leave him their alone for long."

Sapphira nodded.

"Murtagh stay with me, we're almost there." Eragon wrapped his wounds with a small blanket as they slowly reopened.

Sapphira picked up her speed desperately trying to reach the Varden before it was too late…

Will Murtagh Live? I really Dont know... I might continue

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