Foreword:
The only thing I hate more than writing is staring at a blank piece of paper. I have never found myself at a loss for words except when I try to write. That, my own handwriting is nearly indecipherable, and because my hand cramps up so badly I am tempted to rip the words I have just written, have kept this story from reaching paper before. But, as Solembum has agreed to write this while I dictate, the story will be told.
Nobody knows anything of me or my past save an extremely small group. And those few who do have knowledge only know the snatches that I saw fit to share with them. After all, my past belongs to me. I have decided to write this because of the chance I will not make it through the war. I intend on living, do not misunderstand, but no one can know for sure, not even me. If I am to die, I would wish for my story to survive, to live on as a legend.
Now, on a more cheery note, here is one of the things that few know. I was born with the name Meira, but I am better known as Angela. Angela the herbalist. In my opinion, the name Meira is for some flowery girl-child who cannot get along on her own in the world while Angela is a name which fits me much better. It's the name I chose for myself. In this following work, I will reveal for the first time my history, starting with the occasion of my birth.
A.N. Now I know it is really short and explains nothing, but I just wanted to throw something out there. Before I continue, I would like to know if anyone would actually be interested in this story. It would cover Angela's life, from the time she was born to probably right after she meets Eragon, though I could go farther if there was interest. I am working on getting the right voice, so give me time. She is hard to write. I have an outline. The story would be approximately thirty chapters, some long and some very short. I would update probably about once a week if I am to go with this. So is anyone interested? I don't want to write this if no one will read. Leave a comment or just a simple yes or no.