On the night that changed the world there was a gathering, a gathering of the dragons before the mad king came to kill them all. With them a dragon carried an egg, it shone a brilliant purple in the light of the moon with an unhatched male safely coiled up inside.
Their riders wept as the vault of souls was closed and their memories ceased to exist of the place. They looked at the egg, unblinking and without emotion as the thoughts were pulled from their minds and they were left only with glimpses and the memory that this egg and the other three remained. The Eldunari were shelved in great rows except for the ones hidden far below the surface.
The eggs were settled down in the bottom of a fiery pit with charcoal to keep them warm and the Eldunari that had sacrificed themselves to be enslaved by the king waited.
The following morning after the battle the mad king retrieved them, having the forsworn take them and place them in the riding bags.
All of the eggs he had elected to take himself, placing each one gingerly into his own riding bags.
Not long after he returned he called everyone in his whole city to come and touch the eggs, none of them succeeded though, except for a small child, his eyes a iridescent blue.
The second his palm rested upon the purple egg it shuttered once and then it rested still. The king waved him on impatiently as the egg didn't make any other moves to indicate that it had been triggered to make it hatch.
Soon afterwards he had the eggs sealed deep below the castle, where after being locked away in the darkness the purple egg rested, until one day its blue companion was stolen. The egg was angry and promptly rolled off the pedestal and began to roll up the steps and it slowly made its way into the throne room. It promptly exploded into a million tiny fragments, and instead of a dragon emerging a small human came out, his arms thin and two bumps appeared on his skin where his wings should have been attached. The rest of his body was similar, his arms and legs were strong but they were bent like a dragon and his arms were twice the length they should have been. This mishap was unnoticed by the king until the following morning when he noticed the purple skinned humanlike creature.
He was perplexed, then enraged when he found that one of his eggs had been stolen right under his very nose. And in the moment that he looked away the creature once again grew, this time more human. A minute later it was again a dragon, wings now erupting from its back. It was almost as if it was controlled by the day and night. By day it was a dragon, slowly able to comprehend the lessons that Galbatorix taught it. And by night it was a human, fully comprehensive of all the lessons.
Years passed, the king brought the dragon up as his assassin and the human as his son. The differences soon became more pronounced and the king fully understood what had happened to the dragon. It had split its personality when the boy touched it, the dragon was the aggressive victor and the human would have no memory of it.
Soon after the King began tutoring the child to have control of his shape, after years on the boy's twelfth birthday he was able to connect both personalities and the dragon and human became one.
A dragon who could become a human at will, both the same and both equally skilled in assassination, a tool that the king had at his disposal as the dragon was unstoppable and the boy was silent and looked timid.
And this my friends is the prologue on which our story is based.
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