Training a Lost Soul

On the day he arrived my life was change forever. Watching those two nasty spell casters dragging him in was sickening I had to sallow hard to keep from gagging. He was a man about 21 years of age maybe older. His dark hair was hanging in his face, covering even darker eyes. As I stood behind the King's throne, watching in horror as Galbatorix inspected the boy.

"He has grown much since the last time we met." Galbatorix concluded. "And from what Durza had shown me, he is a skilled fighter already."

'He must be' I thought 'to have evaded the King's capture and killed many of his Urgal slaves.'

"But will he due, sire? For he is strong of will and his mind is against us" said the Twins in unison.

King Galbatorix smiled evilly. "Yes he will suffice. We may have to break his spirit first and I'm no even sure if one of my eggs will hatch for him. But given the fact, that his father is who he was, I'm sure an egg will hatch. If not he will make a strong addition to my army." The King said.

"But what if he refuses?" asked one of the Twins.

"He will not, for I know his true name." said Galbatorix with a mad tone. Causing me to gasp and by that revealing myself, to the King.

"Eleri!" the King yelled. "Come here, NOW!" I slowly stepped out from behind the chair and made my way down to the King, my eyes glued to the floor. "Did I not tell you to stay out of this room today?" he asked me sullenly.

I kept my eyes down and muttered "yes."

"YES! I did tell you that! Now why may I ask, am I yelling at you for being in here?" the King screamed.

"I…I…wanted to see the boy." I confess my eyes darted to the boy and then back to the floor in front of the king.

"You wanted to see the boy." Galbatorix repeated in a mocking tone. "Well! You've seen him!" he screamed grabbing my hair and pushing my face in front of the boy's. I just had enough time to look into the boy's dark eyes and see the fear in them, but not for himself, I realized but for…me? "Now be gone!" the King finished pushing me roughly towards the door. "AND don't come back until I call you!" Galbatorix yelled as the door slammed close.

After that encounter I ran as fast as I could to my chambers in the castle. I slammed my door shut behind me. As soon as my breathing slowed I collapsed on the floor. 'How could that evil man be my father?' I cried to myself. 'Why did he even keep me? A bastard daughter! I was born out of wedlock and the product of a rape none the less. Why would he want me?' as these question came, so did the answers for I had cried myself to sleep many nights with the same thoughts. 'It's because I'm half-elf and that I am a Sorceress, born with more magical power and knowledge of the ancient language then my father.' "That is why I am still alive." I said to myself. 'That is why I wanted to see the boy. I knew him from my childhood, 'if you could call it that' my mind thought. I had seen him many times though he had never seen me, for Galbatorix liked to keep me hidden. He was the son of Morzan, my father's most faithful follower. I was sure that he was not like his father, from the few times I had saw him or heard him speak.

I was happy when I heard he had escaped, after his father died. For he had done something I myself have not been able, but longed to due, he escaped! And for a few years at least he was safe, able to do what he wanted. Unlike me trapped in this dreadful place. But now I knew that I would meet him soon enough for my father would force me to teach him what I knew. Just as he forced me to teach his other hopefuls and magicians, when I was young. This boy would have to suffer as I have suffered, unless I could find some way to escape. Maybe, just maybe with his help I could.

This thought brought hope into my mind, a misted all my dreary thoughts. But it was then stopped by the sound of my, oh I can't bear to call him that anymore, the sound of the King's voice.

"Eleri!!!" he yelled. "Come here, girl!" I stepped out of my room and hurried along to the throne room. Not wanting to make him madder by being slow.

"ELERI!!!" he bellowed again as I stepped in the room.

"Yes, sire?" I said quietly as he glared down at me.

"I want you to heal the boy." He told me. I hesitated and looked at the boy, lying limp on the ground between the twins. "NOW!" King Galbatorix screamed, causing me to flinch and scurry to the boy's side. There were no serious wounds but he was beaten with in an inch of his life. I put my hands over his heart and muttered "Waise Heill!" – be healed. It took a lot of my energy to heal him fully and in the end he still past out. I also sighed of exhaustion.

"It is done." I said quietly to Galbatorix.

He smiled a cold cruel smile and said "Good. Go now, but be ready to begin training him tomorrow, for one of my eggs has hatched for him." I gasped in shock and heard a small noise to my left; I turn sharply to see a small red dragon on the floor, licking the face of the unconscious boy. I fled from the room faster then I ever had in my life. 'This was the worsted possible situation I ever faced. How could the Varden's new Rider save them now? Now Galbatorix had another Rider? It was impossible!' I thought as I flung myself down upon my bed and cried myself into a fitful sleep.