As this is the first entry of this fic, I thought I'd let you guys know what's going on here. Basically, for each chapter, I take a random character from within the Eragon series and create almost a diary entry to set the scene, and then add a poem. I love poetry, and drabbles, so this is a perfect combination for me! Just so you know, I read every review I receive, and reply to most of them, so I'm begging you to PLEASE review! (I will reward you all with mini-cupcakes slathered all over with delicious pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles!) So please let me know what you think about this first little chapter! 8D
I have found little joy in observing the boy I know to be my son, for never can he know who I am, who he is, or my depth of affection for him. His uncle, my dear Selena's brother, is a decent man in many ways, I suppose. I am merely grateful he allows me the opportunity to spend a bit of time with Eragon, even though, to him, I am Brom the Storyteller, not Brom the Brother-In-Law.
For instance, today, I had a rather curious encounter with the boy. (He is nearing his fifth birthday, bless him.) We were walking together along the streets of this wretched village, Carvahall, and came upon a dead little bird. Eragon, my son, he stared at it for the longest while! He was enthralled! Now, the child is simply overflowing with the most horrifically swollen quantity of bothersome questions imaginable, but today he asked me only one… And I can only guess at what the experience was like for one with the simple mind of a child.
"To Be Alive On This Earth"
One day as I walked
By my father's side
We were met with a disturbing sight.
On the side of the road
Was a dead little bird,
Fled all things once were bright.
Its wings were sprawling,
Its head bent back,
And ants crawled out of its eyes.
I squatted down next to it,
That sad little scene,
Is this what happens when you die?