I'll never forget the day I met him, after Galbortorix's slaying. And, what stunned me more than his pain that he felt- was the fact that he stood next to me during Nasuada's coronation, as though I was perfectly normal.. It was perhaps the greatest gift anyone had ever given me. And so, I vowed I would one day return the favor. It only seemed right, after all.
And I'll also never forget, that as he walked away, without a second glance my way (another great gift in itself), how I grabbed his hand. My violet eyes had been opened wide, both in fear, his pain, and my own joy, "I can never thank you for your gift, Murtagh," I had said, as he stared at me, slightly(but understandably) confused, "And so, the greatest gift I can now give to you is this consolation. You are not alone in your pain. You never will be. Of this, I swear."
And, so my years of seclusion passed. Year after year of silent pain, always there. Years of Angela and her crazy thoughts. Years of nothing near normality. So, it is understandable that I would grasp onto that memory, replay it in my dreams, and relive it every time I felt ridiculed. It was my moment of normality, and so, to that I grasped.
I aged to sixteen years, my growing stopping as I hit five. My violet eyes never changed, only getting deeper in hue. I have filled out as any young woman would, but by the age of three. My black hair has grown longer, something I've indulged myself in. And, by allowing my bangs to grow out, I can cover my yawe.
It still allowed nothing but wary stares, and the one resounding thought and fear: Witch child. More than once, my curse almost caused me to kill myself. Had it not been for Angela, I may not be here still. But, somehow, I am still here, so I do believe mayhaps my purpose is bigger than I think.
I just didn't know what.
Until I saw him.
And he just walked by me, without recognition, fear, or anything else for me.
And so, for a second time, he granted me the greastes thing I could ever ask for.
Normality.