Well wish me luck. This is my first attempt at a fanfic. Please review and feedback would be greatly appreciated!
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To whomever may read this,
As of this moment, I am sitting in my hut in Carvahall. I've been disguised as a storyteller for the past five years now, hiding from anyone who may recognize me in the empire. I came here to disappear, but also to keep watch over Eragon, my son. My hope is that in the future, someone will find this scroll and read about the events of my life. And if it so happens that I am dead, I would like you to find my son and give this to him.
The purpose of me writing this is that I don't know how much longer I shall live. It could be only a fortnight, or another 50 years. I have told very few about my childhood and upbringing. From Saphira hatching for me, to her dying at the blades of the foresworn; I have lived a full and eventful life. I am going to write the story of my life, in hope that someday it will help shape the future of our land. Hopefully they will understand, and learn from the mistakes our generation has made, so Alagaesia will never end up in this turmoil again
Here is the start of my life beginning when I was 10…