My first fanfic!
The first chapter is the background and most of this will be repeated in later chapters, just not in such a cool way...
AND! Even though I know that Japanese and the ancient language are two completely different things, I will be using some Japanese as ancient language words. So don't yell at me for it!
The Spawn of Galbatorix – 1 – In The Beginning
In the beginning many races filled Alagaësia and magic ran wild. Elves, Humans, Dwarfs, Dragons, every race worked together to build an existence. The races helped one another. Dwarves were proficient in mining and working with metal. Elves worked well with livestock and entertainment such as poetry and songs. Humans worked the land as farmers and excelled in warfare. Dragons could deliver goods quickly and efficiently as well as lift heavy objects. They traded goods and services. The only thing that separated them was distrust of each other.
As time progressed, leaders of the races realized that a select few had unimaginable control of wild magic and could make it apart of their very being. These few were envied greatly and shunned from normal society. Those shunned, banded together and formed their own communities where they could learn and train in magic among others like themselves.
One day a young boy was brought by his father to the place where the magic users were camped, outside of the great Elven city, Urubaen. At the tender age of eight he had shown remarkable control of magic, and it was destroying him from the inside. An Elder of the magic users decided to take on the boy, for his father was ill with grief from his wife's death and could not control the boy any longer. Soon the boy became better, and his skills in magic grew, he had to be put in a class with older children because of his abilities. Only two other children, boys, had showed such a great mastery of their powers at such a young age.
The older they grew, the more powerful they became and began to experiment with their magic and journal their findings. Before long the three came together and had discovered a way for almost everyone in Alagaësia to wield magic, the only drawback, they would be affected and it was extremely possible that they would lose their magic completely, they might even kill themselves in the process. They discussed this amongst themselves and agreed that everyone wielding magic was more important then the possibility of losing their lives. They came before the elders of their camp and explained their findings to them, asking that every able-bodied magic user come and give everyone the chance to use magic. The Elders thought about this for a while and decided to give it a try.
The day was perfect. The sun shown and no clouds were in the sky. Birds sang joy filled songs and the races went about their daily business, not knowing their world would be changed forever that evening. The three boys briefed their friends on what was expected to happen. That evening all the magic users in Alagaësia gathered in a secluded place in the heart of Urubaen. The ritual consisted of two parts, the first of which, every one participating would form a circle around the three youths who had their backs to one another and they would begin to chant the words the boys taught them. The second part would start after the chant was repeated for the seventh time. The boys had seven golden items made, three of which were being held by the boys. The other four were on the ground at their feet. The boys also held books where the common language between the races was written. That language would become the language where all magic would be used. It was also the universal language of the races, everyone knew it. The boys centered their powers into the seven items which would be used as a medium to transfer their power into the words. If only the ritual had went according to plan the boys might have survived along with the other magic users, but they never knew one of them was a traitor and only wanted the power of his 'friends' for himself, he was greedy and the essence of his heart was evil.
The ritual was a success, but the boys were weakened almost to death, even the traitor. The now magical items sensed this and took the souls of the boys so they could live inside of the items as spirits. Many of the others died not long later, only a few survived and the ones who did not participate? They taught the people of Alagaësia about magic and how to use it, many rejected the teachings. mostly the Dwarfs and some of the Humans, but the Elves welcomed it with open arms. The Dragons, how ever, had no need for the teachings, for the magic affected them differently, it fused with their souls and became apart of them.
The boys were never seen again, but because the items were so powerful they were hidden away, in different places around Alagaësia, so that no one could find and use them for evil, like the traitor had. For you see, the traitor confessed to everyone before his soul was taken, he said he would come back one day and become the most powerful magician in Alagaësia. He also told of how he had tainted the spell. When it came time for the three to chant he whispered other words, not what he and the others had agreed upon.
Now there was a prophesy about the most powerful of the boys, it said:
"The one who is of mixed blood, who is the father of magic, whose soul is dark, yet good. Will return, when his hearts light finds him while in the presence of evil, to save the world from complete destruction."
The time has come, Alagaësia is in trouble, and he is the last hope.
End of chapter 1!
Oh! And as a side note, I know that the history isn't correct as according to the books. But it needs to be this way for my plot to work!
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