I
don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told
that a lot
Eragon flinched involuntarily remembering the day under the Menoa tree, when Arya had shunned him, how hurt he had been, and how he'd wished he had never spoken in the first place.
Now
I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
brought me here
He
spun Arya around, seeing the joy on her face, hearing her beautiful
laugh, and he couldn't help but laugh with her, attracting the
attention of the other elves.
And
where was I before the day
that I first saw your lovely face?
Now
I see it every day
that
night, when she had come to his tent, when Saphira had mysteriously
wanted to go hunting, though Eragon knew she had gone earlier that
day.
And
I know
She
had looked around, clearly ill at ease, and he had gone to her,
without thinking, touching her shoulder,
that
I am
I am
I am
the luckiest
He
had a lifelong mate, he was a Rider, and Galbatorix was dead. He
thanked the stars every morning for those things, knowing that he
shouldn't have survived the battle at Uru'baen.
What
if I'd been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street
where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your
bike
would I know?
Trying out that insane contraption Orik had come up with, both of
them crashing repeatedly, laughing as they healed their wounds, and
he wondered, what
if I had never found Saphira? I would not know half the people that I
know, I would not have a mate, neither of us would be Riders, and
it was almost too much for him to process
And
in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
He
thought back to when he had first dreamed of her, how painful and
lost those emerald orbs had seemed,
And
I know
He
vowed that she would never feel such pain again for as long as he
lived
That I
am
I am
I am
The luckiest
The
tears of joy in her eyes as Bailey took her first steps, falling into
her father's arms, Arya clapping, the dog running in hyperactive
circles, and Eragon looked into his daughter's warm chestnut eyes
as she giggled, black pigtails bouncing,
I
love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door
there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed
away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of
days
And passed away
setting
flowers at the base of Nasuada, Murtagh and Thorn's statue, mercury
tears streaming down silent faces as the crown was set on Roran's
head,
I'm
sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we
belong
here,
under the green boughs of Ellesmera, Bailey would be able to grow up
safe, a normal elf, playing with her dog, and singing to flowers
That
I know
Many
elves scorned their relationship, treating Bailey as an abomination,
but Eragon would never leave Arya's side as long as she wanted him,
he would be there, as he had when they watched the fallen warriors
lowered into the ground, families watching, tears marking grief
beyond compare
That
I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
