A/N: Warning the next few chapters will use slurs!
Far from the Talita, back in Alagaësia, a young boy, perhaps 5 years of age stood besides his mother's bed. It was early morning, but Belatonna was already alive with noise. His mother let out a breath, or more a rasp. We watched as she opened her hand to show a strange metal disk. It had spiralling runes going to its center, the boy had no clue what language they were in. He opened his hand and his mother slipped it into his palm, then closed his hand. Her arm dropped onto the bed. His mother let out one last breath rattling in her lungs than died. The healer stood up from her chair in the corner. She walked over to the bed and closed the women's eyes. The boy, her son gaped at his mother's body. He slipped the cold disk into his pocket. His mother was gone. Gone. It silenced the din of the streets below. It made the room seem colder. Gone.
The next day a man came for the boy. He never got to see his mother buried. He was whisked away by his mother's only relative, her brother. Her brother was a wealthy merchant, sworn to Galbatorix, but times change.
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5 years later...
The crashing sound of china found it's way into his ears, startling him awake. He He looked down to find the tray of china he had been carrying strewn on the floor, cracked and shattered. He knew he would pay for this later, but oddly enough he still didn't regret staying up all night reading.
He sighed and bent down and began to pick up the shattered china. The birds on the plate eyed the boy sadly as if they knew what was coming. He whipped around at the sound of foot steps. The maid gasped.
"Aidan," she cried.
"I know, I know," Aidan muttered, "Now shoo, shoo."
The maid scurried away, her head down. Aidan closed his eyes and braced himself, still holding the tray of shattered china.
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"Aidan!"
"Coming!" He screamed. Here it comes he thought.
"You miserable boy! You whore son! You terrible, wretched boy! You...you...you-"
"Enough Elisa!" Aidan's uncle cried "Aidan."
"Yes uncle?"
"Apologise to your aunt"
"If you think an apology from that boy-"
"Elisa!"
"At least punish him!"
"I am sorry aunt."
"Aidan, you are dismissed."
Aidan exited the room but paused by the door. He heard his aunt urgently speaking at his uncle.
"That boy will be the death of me and this house hold!"
"Elisa, please," his uncle cried.
"If you want to keep me than you must do something about that boy."
"Elisa!"
"This conversation is over!"
The door opened and Elisa pished past Aidan.
"Get out of my way boy." Elisa ordered
Aidan flinched.
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A/N: I told you this chapter would be longer. Sorry about the slurs. I will be updating between Friday, Saturday, and Sunday for now on. Read and reveiw! Please reveiw! I need the encouragement!
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Next update sneak peak; Nadja weaved in and out of the vendors stalls, her heart pounding.