I only own Vraela. Review please! Ancient language translation at the bottom.

I had a daily schedule. And it was a normal thing.

At the first light of dawn, I wake up and prepare myself for the day. Servants would come after I change, then wash and brush my hair.

Then, I walk down to the library of Uru'baen. I was taught by the book-keeper, and within two years, I had learned all forms of human, Urgal, Dwarvish, and the ancient language.

I studied every possible spell, problem, and event, and how to use it. Another man, Tethesen, taught me how to use magic, for though I had lessons as a younger child, I still needed more practice.

After I was done with two hours of studying, I would go to the battlegrounds, or the Blood Plains as the soldiers in training called it, and practice with a man called Tornac.

Every day, I would spar with him, and shoot a bow, sung from the pine tree in my room, and arrows I would make from hand every day.

I made friends with a man, the son of a high-ranking nobleman, and he was the only man besides Tornac who rivaled me in skill.

His name was Murtagh, and he would spar with me until we both dropped from exhaustion. Tornac would say, "Shouldn't you have more self control?" It was a habit we were in.

I my room was the only thing besides my appearance and skill level to top of all stones became soil, wildflowers sprouted, and saplings grew around me.

According to Galbatorix, who I saw once every month, said that I looked like the most beautiful person, human or elf, to ever see. And I trusted this, as he had seen many people.

I am eleven years old now, and I'm heading to the Blood Plains. I saw new soldiers in training practicing, and veterans training the young idiots.

I walked over to Tornac's red tent, and went in. I looked inside but Tornac and Murtagh weren't inside. I frowned, and thought of how they had acted strangely the previous day.

They had been shifting in and out of conversation, and had seemed troubled. I tried to make them tell me what had happened, but they wouldn't talk.

I asked the Blood Plain manager, Distal, and he said, "Oh, Tornac and Murtagh went missing last night." I didn't spar that day. None matched my skill, and I was saddened by their disappearance.

I returned to my room, and cried. Murtagh was my only companion, and now, even he was taken from me. Vrael, my mother, who I remember now was named Bavena, and every other person who I had cared about, gone.

Galbatorix wasn't exactly family. I almost wished I could go into the city, but I wasn't allowed out of the castle. The gates were always closed, and guards were everywhere, but today, I didn't care. I was getting out for a few hours.

I returned to my room, and got out my reversible cloak, green on the inside, black on the outside. I threw it on and went out the door.

I ran through corridors and hallways, until I came to the gardens in the back. The guards rarely were there, and I checked that day to be sure. All was clear.

I ran to the walls, which were so tall, it was funny. I whispered, "Risa." I shoot silently into the air, and onto the wall. Guards were inside the guard room, and the walls were open.

I silently dropped to the ground, softening my landing by muttering, "Blothir."

I landed between two cottage style houses, and I quickly switched my black cloak to green, so not to attract unwanted attention.

I walked through the streets, weaving between people, and I realized that some people were staring. I realized my ears were showing, and whispered, "Brakka nuanan."

I felt my ears round over, and the bones in my face shift. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and saw that my hair was now brown. I could reverse it easily, but I felt strangely out of place.

I walked around, avoiding guards for fear they might have trained with me, and stopped in a few shops. I was very happy, and I bought with my earnings at the Blood Plains' gambling section.

Everything there was strange, yet mystifying to me. I stopped a few times in restaurants, inns, and shops, all of them different from what I'd been used to.

When it began to get dark, I started towards the shadow of the castle walls, but the crowds were against me. It took a long time, but I finally escaped to a side alley.

I ran to the wall, and murmured, "Risa." I got higher, but at the top, I heard voices, and released the spell so not to be seen.

I grabbed the loose stones, and hung for dear life. The voices died, and I swung myself up. I dropped down the other side, and again, broke my fall with "Blothir."

I quickly rushed into my room, hid the cloak in the birch tree, which had developed a large room inside a nest-like room of twisted branches, and slinked into bed.

No one would know, but me. I knew about the real world now, and I planned on making night excursions a habit.

Risa= rise

Brakka nuanan= reduce beauty

Blothir= halt