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A young troubled man walked outside in the chill summer morning and watched the sun rise up. On the sky in front of him a beautiful yet fierce dragon soared with the few warm winds, chasing some small birds. The dragons' red scales looked like polished rubies or even red diamonds as the warm sunlight danced on them, making stunning reflections in the water under the dragon. Simply watching the striking creature, the young man sat on the slightly wet grass. His thoughts were flying with the dragon. His dragon. But at the same time his thoughts were tangled up in a horrid mess. His dragon sensing this after some minutes (being busy with the small birds had blocked his mind for a while), folded its wings and soared down towards the ground. Landing gracefully the dragon made its way over to the young man.
<What is troubling your mind, little friend?> Gently sitting down next to his rider, its eyes searched the young man. He had a deep frown on his face, and his eyes were hollow.
<Thorn... Do you ever wonder how it would have been to be free?> Knowing what its rider meant, the dragon bent its head down so it could look straight into the troubled eyes of its rider.
<Often, actually. Why do you wonder about that, Murtagh?> Closing his eyes, the young man reached up to gently stroke the dragons' head. He took a deep breath.
<What if we have made the wrong choices? All the time? What if I could have stolen your egg and ran away while I was still free? Thorn, what if?>
Skipping the first questoin, the dragon answered:
<You know very well that what you are suggesting was and still would be impossible.>
<Me too.>
Silence followed the last statement. The pair watched the sun while simply enjoying each others company.
<Thorn?>
<Yes, little friend?>
<No matter which choices I make... Will you always be there with me?>
<Murtagh.> The dragon began seriously, as it bent its head to softly and friendly caress the side of the young man's head.
<As long as there will be stars on the sky I will be with you. Always, that is.>
<What is troubling your mind, little friend?> Gently sitting down next to his rider, its eyes searched the young man. He had a deep frown on his face, and his eyes were hollow.
<Thorn... Do you ever wonder how it would have been to be free?> Knowing what its rider meant, the dragon bent its head down so it could look straight into the troubled eyes of its rider.
<Often, actually. Why do you wonder about that, Murtagh?> Closing his eyes, the young man reached up to gently stroke the dragons' head. He took a deep breath.
<What if we have made the wrong choices? All the time? What if I could have stolen your egg and ran away while I was still free? Thorn, what if?>
Skipping the first questoin, the dragon answered:
<You know very well that what you are suggesting was and still would be impossible.>
<Me too.>
Silence followed the last statement. The pair watched the sun while simply enjoying each others company.
<Thorn?>
<Yes, little friend?>
<No matter which choices I make... Will you always be there with me?>
<Murtagh.> The dragon began seriously, as it bent its head to softly and friendly caress the side of the young man's head.
<As long as there will be stars on the sky I will be with you. Always, that is.>
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I am not a superfan of Murtagh and Thorn, but I like them.
This is kind of how I picture them, and their situation. Even though Thorn sounds very cold, serious and murderous I still picture him as very loving towards Murtagh, his rider.
And besides, who does not wonder, what would have happend to them if they were not under the control of Galbatorix?
I was very inspired by this gorgeous piece of art: [link] - simply lovely!
Murtagh Morzansson and Thorn belong to C. Paolini
This is kind of how I picture them, and their situation. Even though Thorn sounds very cold, serious and murderous I still picture him as very loving towards Murtagh, his rider.
And besides, who does not wonder, what would have happend to them if they were not under the control of Galbatorix?
I was very inspired by this gorgeous piece of art: [link] - simply lovely!
Murtagh Morzansson and Thorn belong to C. Paolini
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What a touching story :''3
You're English is quite good, and I love the way you describe the climate.
Because of that it's easy to imagine the situation. Keep on writing, you're talented!
You're English is quite good, and I love the way you describe the climate.
Because of that it's easy to imagine the situation. Keep on writing, you're talented!