Mother always told me that I would never grow up to be a warrior. However, growing up in the Varden has made a fighter out of me. I wanted to fight Galbatorix himself one day, and I wanted to kill him. However, that would never happen, because I am not a Rider. Well, I am not a Rider yet.
See, today is the day that I get to see the dragon's egg. It is one of the last eggs in existence. All the children of the Varden are presented to the egg, as well as all the Elvin children. I have waited for this honor all my life. To become a Rider would be the most amazing thing that could ever happen to me. It would make my father be proud of me, although he would find someway to criticize me about it.
I am second in line out of a hundreds of children. My father, Jormundur, secured this position for me. The only person in front of me is Nasuada, the daughter of our leader, Ajihad. It is unusual for two girls to be first in line to see the egg, but we live in unusual times.
Father says that girls should not be Riders, unless they are elves. He believes girls cannot fight as fiercely or aggressively as boys. He has never seen me spar or shoot arrows. I have a deadlier shot and a superior fighter then any boy in the Varden. They all will become warriors, but not me. My job will be squeezing out babies, cooking, and cleaning. My life will be wasted if I cannot fight.
At last, Ajihad is mounting the stage. People began clapping and Ajihad bowed his head slightly, motioning people to quiet. Behind him were the two bald magician twins. They were shifty
"People of the Varden! The presentation of the dragon's egg will not occur today. Everyone should go back to their homes immediately. There is no reason for panic." His last words did not mean much, for panic did irrupt. A roar of chaos rolled through the crowd. People began scrambling t find their children. I hurried to catch up with Nasuada.
"What do you think is happening?" I asked her. She frowned, pushing a stray strand of her dark black hair behind her ear.
"Something bad has happened. She how worried my father looks?" We sped up and reached our fathers, who were in deep conversation.
"But, where is the egg?" My father hissed urgently. Ajihad motioned him to be quiet.
"What is going on, father?" Nasuada asked her father. He put a dark arm around her neck.
"There is nothing to worry about," he said calmly, flashing a half-smile at his daughter.
"Father, I am no longer a child! Just tell me what is going on," Nasuada snapped, glaring at Ajihad. I had never seen this side of Nasuada. She has always respected her father, and yet here she was, raging at him. For once in my life, I was frightened. Ajihad sighed deeply, tiredly.
"The elves' convoy has been intercepted by servants of Galbatorix. Arya's guards were found dead, and Arya is missing, along with the egg," he explained. I exhaled. If Galbatorix had Arya and the dragon's egg, we were doomed.
"Come Brooke, we must get home," my father stated, grabbing my tanned arm with his muscular hand. And off we went, to ponder our demise.