This takes place before Eragon and continues until Brisingr
Translations
Se ono sjon iet líf …Slytha- May you see my life... Sleep
It was dark and damp in the prison cells of the castle. The guard had a torch but kept faltering in his steps when beckoning me forward. Many asked why bother with the prisoner, a girl who was lost in history living but dead. Nobody asked how she became this way or her past, only it was known that she was a killer and that was it.
The guard suddenly stopped in front of me and searched for his keys; he pulled them out. It was a large ring of keys all worn and rusty.
He lifted one up to the light then slowly and cautiously opened the door. This was it; the guard gave me the keys and the torch before muttering a brief good luck and scampering off. How dangerous can she be? I felt my heart racing, sweat materializing on my neck as I closed the large metal door behind me…
The first thing I heard was a small cry; I looked around but saw no one until my eyes adjusted to the ghostly darkness. The prisoner sat in the corner of the cell.
She looked in her early twenties, her once golden brown hair now messy and disordered, her eyes full of sorrow and hate. Although she was young her stature expressed someone whose experienced many things in her life. The only thing she wore was a torn dress, inadvertently showing the many scars that stripped her body.
I pulled over a small wooden stool that sat by the door and took a seat waiting for her to approach me. I noticed as I pulled out my parchment and quill my hands were shaking with uncertainty. Should I have come here? To unearth the mysteries of the past? I couldn't turn back now, how many people I fought to even open the door, to just talk to her. Well, just as I looked up she stood staring at me with a painful glare that declared a thousand words.
"Why are you here?" She stated, almost demanding. I replied quickly not wanting to anger her, "I have come to hear your story. I am sorry to say that no one really knows why you are here anymore. Just that you killed…"
She cut me off, "Yes, I killed! For defense, under a curse, for my life, for, for… love." She stared blankly at the floor then spoke again in a dreary voice, "I have been here for almost one hundred years, forced to live on while others died, I might as well be." I was shocked. How could she be here for that long!
What did she do to deserve this, "What did you do, what were you?" "My name is Kristaria Bjart'Cyeykva and I was a…" She unexpectedly stopped and sat on the cold floor in front of me holding her knees close to her; I barely saw the single tear that fell down her cheek. I saw the pain her past brought.
She quickly brushed it away then said, "Do you really want to know?" I nodded holding my parchment close to get every word. She shook her head, "You won't need that." I observed her as she stepped closer, getting up from her place on the floor. "I guess I'll start from the beginning." Before I could react she gently placed a hand on my head and whispered, "Se ono sjon iet líf …Slytha"
As I drifted off I heard her say, "Now you will know the story of the Green Rider of Alagaësia."
What do you guys think? Please Review or I just won't continue... Please. Well tell me whats wrong at least if you think its bad. This is a Murtagh Romance thing but its in later chapters.
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