ED Renalds

Princess of Alagaesia

Chapter One: Alagaesian Princess

My father died.

Ah, it's okay, he barely payed me any attention anyway. He was always to busy. I usually would just stay in my room and play alone. The only person that I would play with every now and then was Murtagh. That is, before he left. I was happy for him, not because I wanted him gone. Because he got away, he was free.

Me? I was alone. My father dragged Murtagh back here as soon as he could, which was a long time after Murtagh left. I never was able to do anything, I wasn't important enough, I wasn't good enough. Nobody ever cared for me, as far as I knew.

And now he's dead. My father is finally gone and I'm being recognized. For once in my life I am acknowledged by people. I always wanted at least one person to know I was alive. But hey, all of Alagaesia knows now. Who's complaining? Sure as heck not me. I'm glad that evil man I'm forced to call my father is dead. Now I can actually leave. Well, I could do anything now, and nobody could hurt me.

I'll get back to why later.

My childhood was tough. Being confined in my room all the time, I had no friends. And having barely any sunlight makes you paler than I thought anyone deserved to be. I only got out of my room when Murtagh wasn't busy, so I could be with somebody who wouldn't "affect me", as my father would say.

Then Murtagh left. My father was in infinite fury when Murtagh suddenly disappeared. So, I was basically confined in my room for about nine years. I was found when that bastard of a father of mine died. They tested my blood, and saw that I was indeed "The Princess" of Alagaesia. Even though I was kept in my room, (don't worry, they had food and water brought to my room for each meal) I was still smart.

That was because I had a library in my room. I'm not even kidding; it was attached to my room. A frame without a door, leading to a very large library. My only choices of what to do after Murtagh left was to either train in weaponry, read, or read. So, as you can tell, I did a lot of reading. How did I know how to read? Murtagh taught me. I guess he knew that when he left that reading would be the only thing I could do. He said he would come back for me, and if he couldn't he would tell of me so I could get out of this horrid place. But I guess he forgot. I don't blame him. I wasn't important. I never was.

But I know what's wrong and right. My father was evil. He killed, assassinated, and murdered mercilessly. He didn't kill bad people; he killed the innocent, the shy, and the young. He didn't care. For his heart was as cold as permafrost. Actually, I bet he was colder. But I can't think of anything colder at this point.

How he died? I killed him. I know, shocking isn't it? I never knew I could kill a person. I only killed him because he wanted to kill Eragon. I knew he was the only hope Alagaesia had. I read about it. The Shadeslayer. The Last Rider. I knew all of the stories, every tale. I knew all of it by heart.

So I killed him. Stabbed him in the heart with my sword. I got it from the library; it was hidden in a secret compartment in the wall. But I found it, and stabbed him with it. I had to; he was going to ruin all chances of peace and harmony within Alagaesia. He has already done enough, and I had about all I could take. I couldn't stand to watch people suffer any longer. Innocent fathers, mothers, and children. I couldn't stand it any longer. Not one more life, not one more heart, not one more soul.

Well, now he's dead. The cool thing is, they say I am the new ruler. And I have a lot of things to change. Starting with… well, everything.

Oh yeah, my name is Gabrielle. I think that about does it for my past. Now time for the present…

This story belongs to ED Renalds, and any "new versions" of this story written without my written agreement will be taken under legal consent. I have half a family of lawyers, it won't be hard.

Not that anyone would want this story anyway. I just wanted to write a story about the Eragon series. I'm very serious about this story, and my goal is to make it longer than most things written about Eragon.

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-ED Renalds