Twisted Fate.
By Lakyan.
Disclaimer: Eragon and its characters do not belong to me, they belong to Christopher Paolini. On with the fic.
Light. That's the first thing I see. The split in my eggshell let in a column of light. I kick with my hind legs, widening the crack. Strong hands reach in and take a hold of the jagged split. They pull apart, and I'm freed into the world. I look up at my partner, the one who helped me into the world, with a look of pure joy. The same emotion is written on my chosen master's face. I reach out with my mind to tell him my name. But there is a shadow behind him. I reached from that mind and found ill intent. I squealed my distress. My master whirled around as the dagger found his throat. His mind closed with the words I love you, and he died. I keened my grief at the loss of my brief master. But even stronger hands reached toward me, one marked with the gedwey ignasia. He picked me up and I felt joy emanating from him, both from the lust of killing, and to hold a hatchling in his hand, as if he were its master. This cant be right, I thought.
You are not my master. I said, my young mind skewing the words slightly.
You are now, was the answer I got back.
I began to struggle in his hands, kicking, scratching, biting, and screaming mentally to my kin to let them know of this crime.
Do not resist me Shruikan, the man said.
That is NOT my name, I screamed at him, tearing at the flesh of his arm.
Oh yes, it is, he man continued.
My mind began to slow. My body would not obey me. Words filled my head, but they meant nothing. I tried to close my mind to him, but I was suddenly filled with such a love for him I couldn't. I stopped resisting, and gave my mind over to him. He put me down.
Come Shruikan, let us leave this place, he commanded.
Yes master, I replied, unable to mourn the loss of my first master, unable to control my thoughts, or my destiny.
A/N: I know this was short, but I just finished Eldest, and thought of this.