Brom
Chapter: 1
It was almost my turn to entertain the villagers with my tales.
I had chosen to tell the tale of the first Dragon Riders. I knew that telling this story would be risky, for the emperor, Galbatorix, wanted the people of the realm to forget what happened so long ago so that he could write a new history were as he is the hero.
I also chose this story form the history books because my son, Eragon, was in the crowd. And because I can't teach him these things at home I would have to with a story in the middle of a crowd.
When the jokesters finished the candles were low and it was my turn. Everyone was gathered together in to a tight circle to keep worm. I stepped forward. A knotted white beard rippled over my chest and a long black cape was wrapped around my bent shoulders, obscuring my body. I spread out my hands that reached out like talons like so many times before this night and recited thus my story.
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"Then as power rushed through his veins, Galbatorix anointed himself king over all Alagaesia.
"And from that day, he has ruled us."
After I finished my story telling I shuffled away to my abode with a tear running down my cheek. The story I had just told was part of me. I was a Rider.
Well, how'd you like it? That's my first chapter of my very first fic I've ever written! Wahoo! Tell me what you think.