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Blue Skies and Green Willows 5

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Murtagh's POV
2 Hours Later


"She can't stay here." Eragon glared at me from the doorway.
"Yes. She can." I didn't face him, instead focusing on the fairth I was making.
"No. She can't. As King I order it."
"Don't be a pompous dickhead," I muttered, turning to face him. "She's fine. She just needs our help."
"She's mentally unstable and quite a powerful magician!" Eragon's voice was unusually angry.
"She needs help! And she's NOT mentally unstable!" I stood up, feeling my temper flare with an echo. Thorn was on my side.
"She's freaking crazy! Ask Caelum! He can feel her mind, remember?"
"If you'd bother to take down your freaking shields for a second protecting your dumbass fortress mind, maybe you'd see the truth!"
/STOP IT!/ We both winced at the dragon's yell. /You are kin! Stop arguing!/
"Saphira-"
/Murtagh is right. Skye needs our help. And we will offer it to her./
I watched Eragon's face darken as he mentally argued with Saphira. Finally, he turned and left, muttering under his breath.
I turned back to my fairth, closing my eyes to concentrate. A few moments later, I heard someone come in.
"Is...is that of me?" Her voice was soft. I opened my eyes and looked at the fairth.
"It's supposed to be of the garden....but last I checked the garden didn't have blue eyes and pointed ears."
A comment like that would have made her laugh, years ago. Instead she just smiles and looks at the fairth.
"You see me in a very interesting light....you make me look so....beautiful."
"You are beautiful." I reply automatically.
She shakes her head slowly. "Silly Murtagh. Your fairth is beautiful. The girl in the image beautiful. I am not beautiful - not in this state."
I look to the fairth, and back to her. She is right. Of course. She is always right. The girl in the fairth has waist-length hair, streaked with blue. Her eyes are bright and glittering and mischievous. Her cheeks are tinged a healthy pink. Her smile is wide, and looks as if the image was take mid-laugh. Her clothing flatters her body. She is, quite honestly, beautiful.
Skye's hair is chin length, spiky. She has a single blue streak remaining, which falls over her eyes. The eyes themselves have no spark remaining. They are dull and flat and stare at me with no emotion.  Her skin is deathly pale and she is but skin and bone. Her simple black dress just hangs off her frame. She has no smile to speak of.
"You are beautiful." I repeat the statement in the ancient language. She is still beautiful. Perhaps not on the outside, but the inside, yes. I will show her this.
She embraces me again, and I hold her tightly.
"Never leave me?" She asks.
"Never," I repeat. "Never again. I love you."
"And I you."
We cast our minds back almost a full year ago...an up-and-coming writer penned a story called Blue Skies and Green Willows. People seemed to like it. She abandoned it for a more serious project, which she again abandoned for another project, which she again abandoned. Then some serious shit happened and she got depressed, so she made it her new year's resolution: FUCK DEPRESSION. She was going to get better. And she was going to do it without THEIR help. Stupid bastards.
Flash forward to the present (ie, today, the day after that resolution was made):
That writer is still up-and-coming (however she has a few more fans), she still pens stories that makes no sense, and she's fulfilling a promise: She's actually going back to a story she started.
Anyway.
LOOK!
Who remembers this?
I do!
So I got reading today, and I thought, I thought to myself, Today, I shall return to that story, because Murtagh is hot and Skye is freakin' awesome and everything is AWESOME.
Hells yeah!
Skye n' Willow (c) Me n' Irides
Pretty much everything else (c) Chris Paolini
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.... y did two copies of my message come up??