So hais again! :) This time I've tried my hand on a bit of humour, though I kinda think it didn't turn out so well. :/

I just realised all my stories are tragic or boring or generally depressing, so I wanted to do something brighter...

Right now I'm being piled with a crapload of homeworks and exams and projects as usual so I don't think I'll be updating any time soon. So this time I'm also writing in very short chapters. Sorry if you find it annoying.

Anyway - here it is, and I dearly hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. ;3


1. Betrayal

Long, long ago – obviously – in a small town of Alagäesia, there lived a boy by the name of Galbatorix – now say DUHH –.

One day, there is his town, a Rider arrived aback his young Dragon of gold scales, his bronze sword Naegling upon his hip. Within his saddlebags there lay new hope and part of a new generation, of yet unhatched dragon eggs.

– And now let forget us our flourishes and formalities. This story is not about those. THIS, is a story of crude languages and humour.

Now Oromis the Rider slid off the back of his golden Dragon Glaedr, before all those gawking townsfolk. He produced three dragon eggs from his saddlebags and banged them down on a large wooden table from the Town Hall so hard that the table legs went out flat under the table.

'I've always wanted to try that. My old mentor told me they're unbreakable,' the young Rider giggled.

Among the awed and gawking crowds stood a tall boy with frizzy pink hair.

Young Galbatorix was the smart handsome boy who lived in a small house a little ways from the Town Hall, with his two proud parents and bossy old sister. His mother taught him to read and write, and his father taught him to manage his house and money. The town Priest considered him blessed by God, and predicted him a future of greatness. He had many loyal friends all around town, and many a gay girl pining after him, yet none of those who caught his fancy or sparked a flame within his cold young heart. (What he didn't mention was that he had fangirl-phobia.)

Now Galbatorix, along with the other youths from the town who were come of age, lined in a row before the table to each attempt to hatch a dragon egg. As always when lining up, Galbatorix was pushed to the front by his many friends who all made way for him to pass. At the very front of the line, he stared down uninterestedly at a huge dull-brown egg the colour of mud.

He experimentally poked it with his middle finger, and when it ignored him he gave a relieved sigh and turned away. He hated dirty stuff.

The next egg-in-line was bright orange with black stripes. Galbatorix took one look at it and fled. He skipped to the next line and queued behind a tall lanky boy whose name he did not know, nor did he care. He hated people who were taller than him, because they stared down their big long noses at him.

The tall boy stepped away with a relieved expression, and Galbatorix took his place.

Ah. Now there's an egg worth hatching.

There sat a gorgeous egg, its great arcing shape in a perfect egg-shape, its shiny surface smooth and flawless. Its iridescent shell was the loveliest shade of bright pink he had ever seen, with delicate wisps of white smoke and bright purple spots like dainty clumps of pansies in a spring field. Its peak was elegantly pointed and reflected the hazy blue sky in a great curved dome so that the whole surface of the egg seemed to be painted with a breathtakingly beautiful panorama. Like an Easter egg, thought Galbatorix dreamily.

It's hideous. Whose egg is that? Glaedr commented to Oromis. The Rider shrugged sheepishly.

Just that one brief moment with the Egg, and young Galbatorix knew it was the right egg for him.

He slowly leaned forward and brushed the tip of is long pointed nose on the top. It pompously ignored him.

This time he gave the Egg a sharp rap with his bony knuckle. It produced a clear, ringing note, but otherwise gave no reaction whatsoever. Galbatorix glared at the amiably-sat egg with clenched teeth. The Egg had to hatch. It was his, and he knew it. There was no other possible probability. It simply had to and will hatch.

He stood glaring at the Egg for a long while, willing it to hatch, but it simply sat there and impudently ignored his efforts. After a very long while, Oromis uneasily cleared his throat, and young Galbatorix reluctantly turned away, devastated and heartbroken at the Egg's cruel betrayal.


Thanks a lot for reading! I just hope I can update before the end of next month.

Please tell me what you think. Flamers are welcome too, I'd enjoy reading anything other than textbooks right now, but no serious cussing if possible.