The small boy cried in he corner of his bedroom. HIs mother lay dead a few feet away and his fether was nowhere to be found. He heard a sound and jumped a few feet in the air, afraid the killer had come back for him. A dragon rider, Galbatorix, walked into his room, past all the rubble.
"Don't be afraid, come with me and all will be well"
The small boy took the riders hand and walked with him, away from the rubble and his past.

Durza woke up, outraged by memories he thought were gone. Angry he had been the king's slave ever since. He got up to wash his dirty hands though he knew they would stay dirty. As the water hit his hands he looked at his face in the mirror. His red and black hair was greasy and hadn't been washed in years. His face was stretched and tired. His eyes were going gray and he had more scars than he could count. He went to the prisoners cells to rid himself of his anger. In one cell was a girl, about his age. She was an elf. Her blond hair shone brightly at the moment, but that would change after a few days in the cells. She lay on a stone tablet, asleep. He could tell she was cold and hungry. He walked away from the cell. Bound by the king not to help her, bound by the compassionate soul still deep inside him not to hurt her.