Many leagues north of carvahall, across the Anora River, near the tip of Du Weldenvarden, lay the town of Sundävär. In the town of shadows as it is called misfortune seems to follow all. Don't get me wrong Sundävär isn't terrible, well, it wasn't. That is, until Galbatorix placed that atrocious curse upon this place. Ah what is that you ask? My name? Oh I see we have come to that part. Who I am is of mere importance compared to what I am. You see I am a story teller. One who has traveled to the ends of this earth. As for my name you may call me Tokidro. And yet I sense there is a bigger question burning in your mind, a question you feel will shed some light on this topic. You want to know why, don't you? Well now the answer is simple. Because I can and I will. And besides, someone has to do it.
One crisp November morning young Galbatorix awoke almost abruptly to an oh so familiar sound. It was his old, drunk father who had come stumbling in across town from the local pub. Ever since his mother was killed to a group of Urgals, his father would get drunk every night and believe he was fighting them off. These delusions normally ceased in the following morning. Unfortunately today was anything but normal. This morning, Bane, Galbatorix's father, had come home believing that Galbatorix was an Urgal. When Galbatorix awoke with his father hovering over his cot, he seemed to be possessed. Before he could speak, Bane had knocked him unconscious. While laying bound, both feet and hands, on his chest, Bane cut of Galbatorix's shirt and set out to work.
When Galbatorix awoke, he awoke in the town's hospital. He had no recollection of what had occurred. When the doctor had returned to find him awake, he tried to ask what was wrong. As the doctor tried to explain the series of events that had occurred, Galbatorix seemed to be in a dream state. He could not believe that his father had branded him on his back. He could not believe his father carved unknown words into his smoothly polished muscles. Furthermore he was in utter disbelieve his father went on to kill himself. It was too much to handle all at once. So Galbatorix began to thrash and cry and scream so much, that he left the doctor no other choice but to sedate him.
Slowly Galbatorix settled into a dream world. In his dream he was told of a contest, held by the elves, to become a dragon rider. In his dream he was told to meet with an elf name Gÿnä. She said he was a perfect candidate who could become a dragon rider. She asked if he would come. He said yes, he would come. When Galbatorix returned from his dream state, was able to stand at the mirror unassisted and see what his back looked like. Vertically written, from his neck to his tailbone, read "Onr Wyrda Ethgreÿ Haina". Although he did not know it at the time, it read "Your Fate Invokes Harm".
The next morning Galbatorix left the hospital and went home to gather supplies and his money for the trip. He left for Ceunon that day. As the legend reads he became a rider, called his dragon "Zar'roc", and went on with his life. After the fall of the riders he returned to Sundävär and placed a curse upon the town. A curse in which misery, misfortune, and pain fall upon all.
P.S. please read and review. This is my first story