MEAT!

Question:

Which food would you never even try to taste? What food will you never eat again?

Meat.*

I.

Murtagh sat next to Eragon, sweat gleaming on his bare skin from the heat of the fire. They had just finished their dinner of meat. Eragon liked meat. Sometimes it was all that he had to comfort him. It was different with Brom than it was with Murtagh. Different flavors. Different ways of doing things. Little touches in the preparation of meat. With a lazy stretch, Murtagh leaned back a satisfied smirk on his face.

"You know, they say the dwarves eat rat meat," he said.

Eragon made a face. "Rat meat? I'd never try that sort of meat. That's just... wrong."

"Oh, I don't know. Rat meat could be interesting. Short stubby meaty little things. You never know how good they could be."

"I know what I like and what I like isn't rat meat. I like nice big chunks of it. Preferably well done."

Laughing, Murtagh said, "Well, I'll just have to keep on giving it to you, since it makes you so happy."

Eragon smiled, content.


II.


Eragon stood on the hill top looking over the Elven realms. Behind him Ayra walked up and stood a half a foot behind him.

"I hear you've given up meat," she said.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "I have decided to give up meat, yes. It's a hard decision. I mean, I really enjoyed it. But now I see that it's wrong. To become pure. To become right, I must give it up. Eating it is disgusting. Something that ... unenlightened beings do."

"It's not their fault they don't see how wrong it is. They aren't like us. They haven't been shown the way."

"Yes," Eragon said. "After I have destroyed Galbatorix, I'll help try and enlighten people. Help them realized that to harm another creature is wrong."


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Muse:Eragon
Fandom: Eragon
Word Count: 300

*The mun apologizes. Mostly. Well. Not really. >.>