Uh, hi again!! Right, so I am working on Eldy, but this was a quick piece I jotted down last night, and I decided to post it so it doesn't clutter my hard drive and my document manager... yeah.

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Fragmins a Memoria: Liber (Fragments of Memory: Child)

The tall man strode across the darkened room, his face clearly expressing disdain and disgust at the squalor around him. He stood in a simple house made of rough wood and nails, adorned with simple furniture and dirt floors. He wondered briefly why his mind choose to revisit this place in his dream, this house of pain and filth.

"Who're you?" A child's voice sounds from a corner. The man spun, his hand resting on the pommel of his blue- sheathed blade. A young child sat in the corner, cross-legged, a toy bow in his small, dirt- smeared hands. Framed by messy brown hair and filth, two bright brown eyes gazed solemnly at the man.

"And who are you?" The man retorted, dark anger in his tone. Children should cower when they saw him, they should hide behind their mother's skirts, not sit there and ask impudent questions.

"I think you know." The child's voice was suddenly older, the brown eyes aging in the space of mere moments. There was something familiar about this dirty child, something hauntingly comforting and excruciatingly painful. His words wavered in the air, fire and water, hot and cold, trembling on a knife's edge, teetering above forbidden territory.

"Are you Eragon?" The question slipped from the man's lips, unbidden, unwanted, but true, honest, and laced with both fear and fury. The fire shivered, the blade tipped.

"Maybe." The child smiled radiantly, happy to be recognized.

"Liar! You can't be Eragon." The man's fist tightened on the sword and his voice dropped to a whisper, the sound of a snake hissing a warning before it strikes. Heat spilled from the man, venom to feed the flame.

"Why not?" The Eragon- child asked, still smiling.

The man's whisper grew harsh with rage and hate. "Eragon died a long time ago." The man's eyes darkened. "I killed him."

In a swift motion he drew the blue- steel blade from its sheath, denial cold in his eyes. "I killed Eragon." Fire crackled from the blade, sapphire and hot, burning witout wood. The sword sang forward, a song of blood and fire and death keen on its razor edge. Blood mixed with metal and fire.

"I killed hiim." The man repeated, and brown eyes gleamed dully from his face in the dim light. He walked away.

The child fell.

(Because the truth hurts)


Oh my, this is rather disturbing. Very much so, actually. *shudders*. Well, I'm off to bed, so please read and review!! And comment on the creepiness....

Yep! The next update might not be for a while.... but reviews might change my mind!!

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~WSS