Of Swords and Fear - Ch. 8 by FireCesca, literature
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Of Swords and Fear - Ch. 8
There is a bit of lime in this chapter, you have been forewarned.
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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
The Sharpest Lives - Ch. 7 by FireCesca, literature
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The Sharpest Lives - Ch. 7
Samira's first birthday had come and gone, and Murtagh was glad to have been sitting in that room when it happened. His body had been littered with scars, but none of them really bothered him anymore. There have not been any attacks by Galbatorix, and Murtagh was thankful that he could spent months of peace with his family.
"Dada!" Samira's childish voice called out to Murtagh.
Murtagh turned his head as he was stirring the stew that they were having for lunch. He smiled at his dark brown haired daughter crawling toward him. Rain was out in the back with Delene, washing the clothes. Murtagh tapped the side of the pot and sat the spoon down,
Crack. Then a scream. Crack. Another scream followed. It was a routine daily in the Uru'baen castle for the past fifteen months since Murtagh assisted with Thorn and Rain's escape. Galbatorix searched for her all over the Empire, but much to Murtagh's thankfulness, he had no luck.
The torture was nearing its end, and Murtagh bared through it, biting down hard on the leather that was given to him. As the whip came down onto his back one last time, Murtagh only let out a small whimper, sweat trickling from his brow and his eyes beginning to flutter closed. He felt his wrists being untied from the wall and the leather being ripped from his mout
Where Ever You Will Go - Ch. 5 by FireCesca, literature
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Where Ever You Will Go - Ch. 5
Murtagh advanced down the hallway of the castle toward the sparring yards, Zar'roc buckled tightly to his hip. Many of the servants and nobles noticed that his step was lighter and his heart didn't seem as weighted down by his servitude. More or less, it made them all suspicious. Murtagh stepped out into the fresh air and took a giant inhale. He looked around and glanced toward the sky. It was close to evening, and this is the usual time when most of the sparring would be done and chores would be finished.
Thorn, where are you? Murtagh asked through his thoughts. He didn't get an answer, but he saw a red blur flash across the sky and swoop d
As a forewarning, this chapter has sexual content in it. If you do not like that kind of things in the fanfictions you write, I advise you to just read until the warning bold print. Thank you.
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Months have passed, and Murtagh believed it was only nights ago that the first kiss was shared between him and Rain. It seemed like almost a dream come true, but it was more like an escape from hell for the both of them. It was coming close to the winter solstice, and the courtyards outside were covered in snow and the ponds frozen. Thorn didn't seem to mind it much; he honestly really didn't care about the weather, as long as he was out in open a
A fortnight had gone by since the day that Murtagh had laid eyes on Rain. Things started out slow and edgy, but Rain soon got used to him, and Murtagh got used to having her walk through the door every day. In fact, it made him happy every time he saw her. Anyone who would pass him in the corridors or spar with him in the courtyards knew the light step he had now, which confused them. Murtagh also worried if Galbatorix would ever ask him why. Murtagh took a walk in the fields to find Thorn and saw him eying a squirrel nibbling on an acorn in a tree. Thorn looked up.
Do you need to talk about something, my young master? Thorn asked him. Murta
Murtagh stared toward the door, his breath barely coming up his throat. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging agape. When he had looked toward the door, a beautiful young maiden was standing there, looking quite a bit fearful and nervous. An elderly lady was standing there as well, her wrinkled and boney fingers on the young woman's shoulder.
"Young sir, King Galbatorix has assigned this young woman to you for housekeeping and anything else you may need her for. He also sends his best regards and permission to do whatever pleases you with her," the old lady said in a stuttering voice.
Murtagh finally swallowed dryly and nodded his he
Eragon - Wrath of Conviction by FireCesca, literature
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Eragon - Wrath of Conviction
This is my Eragon story that I have written. It is a Murtagh x OC story. Seven chapters are already out so it'll probably take you a while to go through them. Please enjoy yourselves.
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Chapter One: Companionship
The sun sank lower beneath the earth, and in its stead, it spread a blanket of fire across the sky. As the large star kept disappearing, the flames in the sky slowly began to quench. In Uru'baen, it wasn't a shock that the heavens were colored that way because of the blood that has been shed throughout Alagaesia. Even by being a servant Dragon Rider of King Galbatorix, Murtagh never liked that meaning. His dark brown eyes gazed
Eragon - Wrath of Conviction by FireCesca, literature
Literature
Eragon - Wrath of Conviction
This is my Eragon story that I have written. It is a Murtagh x OC story. Seven chapters are already out so it'll probably take you a while to go through them. Please enjoy yourselves.
~~~
Chapter One: Companionship
The sun sank lower beneath the earth, and in its stead, it spread a blanket of fire across the sky. As the large star kept disappearing, the flames in the sky slowly began to quench. In Uru'baen, it wasn't a shock that the heavens were colored that way because of the blood that has been shed throughout Alagaesia. Even by being a servant Dragon Rider of King Galbatorix, Murtagh never liked that meaning. His dark brown eyes gazed
Murtagh stared toward the door, his breath barely coming up his throat. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging agape. When he had looked toward the door, a beautiful young maiden was standing there, looking quite a bit fearful and nervous. An elderly lady was standing there as well, her wrinkled and boney fingers on the young woman's shoulder.
"Young sir, King Galbatorix has assigned this young woman to you for housekeeping and anything else you may need her for. He also sends his best regards and permission to do whatever pleases you with her," the old lady said in a stuttering voice.
Murtagh finally swallowed dryly and nodded his he
A fortnight had gone by since the day that Murtagh had laid eyes on Rain. Things started out slow and edgy, but Rain soon got used to him, and Murtagh got used to having her walk through the door every day. In fact, it made him happy every time he saw her. Anyone who would pass him in the corridors or spar with him in the courtyards knew the light step he had now, which confused them. Murtagh also worried if Galbatorix would ever ask him why. Murtagh took a walk in the fields to find Thorn and saw him eying a squirrel nibbling on an acorn in a tree. Thorn looked up.
Do you need to talk about something, my young master? Thorn asked him. Murta
As a forewarning, this chapter has sexual content in it. If you do not like that kind of things in the fanfictions you write, I advise you to just read until the warning bold print. Thank you.
~~~
Months have passed, and Murtagh believed it was only nights ago that the first kiss was shared between him and Rain. It seemed like almost a dream come true, but it was more like an escape from hell for the both of them. It was coming close to the winter solstice, and the courtyards outside were covered in snow and the ponds frozen. Thorn didn't seem to mind it much; he honestly really didn't care about the weather, as long as he was out in open a
Where Ever You Will Go - Ch. 5 by FireCesca, literature
Literature
Where Ever You Will Go - Ch. 5
Murtagh advanced down the hallway of the castle toward the sparring yards, Zar'roc buckled tightly to his hip. Many of the servants and nobles noticed that his step was lighter and his heart didn't seem as weighted down by his servitude. More or less, it made them all suspicious. Murtagh stepped out into the fresh air and took a giant inhale. He looked around and glanced toward the sky. It was close to evening, and this is the usual time when most of the sparring would be done and chores would be finished.
Thorn, where are you? Murtagh asked through his thoughts. He didn't get an answer, but he saw a red blur flash across the sky and swoop d
Crack. Then a scream. Crack. Another scream followed. It was a routine daily in the Uru'baen castle for the past fifteen months since Murtagh assisted with Thorn and Rain's escape. Galbatorix searched for her all over the Empire, but much to Murtagh's thankfulness, he had no luck.
The torture was nearing its end, and Murtagh bared through it, biting down hard on the leather that was given to him. As the whip came down onto his back one last time, Murtagh only let out a small whimper, sweat trickling from his brow and his eyes beginning to flutter closed. He felt his wrists being untied from the wall and the leather being ripped from his mout
The Sharpest Lives - Ch. 7 by FireCesca, literature
Literature
The Sharpest Lives - Ch. 7
Samira's first birthday had come and gone, and Murtagh was glad to have been sitting in that room when it happened. His body had been littered with scars, but none of them really bothered him anymore. There have not been any attacks by Galbatorix, and Murtagh was thankful that he could spent months of peace with his family.
"Dada!" Samira's childish voice called out to Murtagh.
Murtagh turned his head as he was stirring the stew that they were having for lunch. He smiled at his dark brown haired daughter crawling toward him. Rain was out in the back with Delene, washing the clothes. Murtagh tapped the side of the pot and sat the spoon down,
Of Swords and Fear - Ch. 8 by FireCesca, literature
Literature
Of Swords and Fear - Ch. 8
There is a bit of lime in this chapter, you have been forewarned.
~~~
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
Current Residence: Missouri Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock MP3 player of choice: Zano Wallpaper of choice: My Murtagh one Favourite cartoon character: Damn, hard to say, but currently it is either Prince Zuko, Chase Young, or Alucard Personal Quote: "You don't need a license to be creative."
Favourite Movies
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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Papa Roach
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Christopher Paolini
Favourite Games
Either Devil May Cry or Kingdom Hearts 2
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Playstation 2
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Writing, rock music, anime, manga, fantasy, reading, softball, and some drawing
Hey all! Wow, this is my first journal entry on deviantart! I've been trying to get my profile all checked out and prepped, and so I want to add a few things onto this thing.
I have posted up my Eragon fan-fiction called Wrath of Conviction that I have written myself and that I am still continuing to try and finish. I have posted them up, and here are the links to them all:
Chapter 1: Companionship --> http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43980637/?qo=6&q=by%3Afirecesca&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
Chapter 2: Within The Glow --> http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43981307/?qo=5&q=by%3Afirecesca&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
Chapter 3: Sound
Oh my gosh, I absolutely love your Murtagh/OC fanfic, it's like, amazing! And the best part is, is that unlike my own fanfics, I could actually stay with yours and not get bored. I can't wait for your next chapter!