Preface
In my childhood I had never been truly carefree. I had always been plagued by danger, sort out by it each and every single day. Because of that everyone I had ever love was gone. Six feet under lying in the cold ground, dead.
Ery, My father, Faolin, Ajihad, Oromis-Elda, Gladr.
So yet this is why I cry. This why I let the rain fall against my skin soaking it with it cold comfort.
I once had had a thousand strings holding me to this earth, keeping me sane.
That had not lasted very long…
Day by Day, second by second each one of those delicate string had been cut with the scissors of cruel, harsh fate.
And Now only one remained. But this thread was different…
Stronger than all the rest, because… this single thread I would willingly die for, this thread was the thing I lived for and I knew that if this thread was cut, than I would last no longer than a minute (no not even that long)… A second.
This was whom I was in love with
Whom I looked at with eyes of adoration, admiration, and love.
Yet, I had been one to hurt him…
He had told me he loved me, yet I pushed him away…
(If you havn't guessed yet, Id seriously consider getting your brain scanned)
My Angel.
He has golden brown hair ,just long enough to hid the tips of his pointed ears, which curly gently to the left framing his pale, angular, angelic face.
High cheek bones almost always dusted with a faint tint of a rosy blush.
Sapphire gems gleam in his eyes as they dance with curiosity and wonder,
Yet buried somewhere deep within them hid pain and agony that can even trump his father's ( and that's saying something!!!)
Kind, Gentle, Helpful, lost, curious, loving, Modest, Self-less, determined, defensive
Are attributes that describe him.
He has come along way; from being only a poor farm in Carvahall to know the Kind-hearted rider of legend.
He has lost those who were dear to him and has paid a great price for his courage.
Alagasia's greatest hope, a dragon rider, the love of my life…
And Eragon…..