Summary: Everyone has a birthday. For some, birthdays are very special. A series of oneshots. R&R.
Title: The Day I Was Born
By: Jedi totallyNsane (that's me!)
This came from a journal write we had to do in English last week sometime. The prompt was "The day I was born..." I'm sure my teacher expected us to write about our births, but when she said "it can be fiction" the first thing I thought of was Luke Skywalker's birth. Yes, I know this chapter is Saphira, but that's only because I couldn't bring my journal home and type it up. Any other ideas, anyone else you want, tell me, pretty please! R&R.
I remember the day I was born. Well, of course I do. After all, my mind was working decades before I emerged into the world. But those few years, they stand out in my mind. I spent over one hundred years waiting for my Rider. I refused countless people. I waited alone in the darkness. Yes, I wanted free, but I understood even then the necessity to choose the right person. So for over one hundred years, I sat still in my shell. Not moving. Not breathing. Just waiting.
And then my silent existence was shattered. I was stolen from the castle of Urû'baen by a common thief working for an organization who wanted to be free of the king. I was carried all over Alagaësia, fought over. People killed for me. A dark man, Morzan his name was, found the thief and killed him, but another Rider, Brom, came and killed the dark Rider. Brom took me south, to a place deep within the mountains. There I was fought over again, but this time it was fighting with words, not weapons. Once again, Brom stepped in and resolved the issue. For ten years, he said, I was to be carried between the elves and the Varden. And I was, by an elf. But I did not hatch for any of the being who passed me, who held my egg. None of them was the right person. And then Durza came.
It was fate. The elf-girl who carried me, Arya, was taken, and I mourned for her, as she was a good person. I felt her destiny was important, though at the time I didn't know how. She sent me far across the land by magic, power that sang in my blood. That same power that told me that the boy who found me, the young hunter who watched me appear of thin air in the middle of the mountains, was the one I was looking for. He had that same power Brom possessed, I could feel it. He was strong, young, brave, caring, everything I could ever want in a Rider. Yes. Eragon would be my Rider, and we would shake the Empire to its roots.
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