Eragon was raised without mother or father,
But to him it wasn’t that much of a bother.
He found a stone when in the Spine,
Little did he know that it was a great sign.
But the king got wind of what had become,
And Eragon knew he couldn’t succumb.
The egg soon hatched, and a dragon was born,
He told not his family, for they would have sworn.
The Ra’zac soon came, in search of the pair,
But to their dismay, the two were not there.
Angered, the Ra’zac reeked hell on his house,
While Eragon hid with his friend, like a mouse.
He dug for his uncle, and Saphira helped too,
But, they discovered, there was nothing to do.
With Saphira the dragon, he and Brom fled,
While deep in his heart, the boy mourned for the dead.
The bard taught Eragon things he shouldn’t have known,
If he had been just a storyteller alone.
Brom, he determined, was not as he thought,
But friendships like that, he couldn’t have bought.
They bought horses and raced of to find a safe town,
But search high or low, one couldn’t be found.
Thus, they continued, toward the house of a friend,
And Eragon thought they would be safe, ‘round the bend.
But from a witch he learned things were not as they seemed,
By the time they had left, strange things he had dreamed.
He placed his life in the hands of fate,
Hoping that it would not be too late.
Brom’s death by the Urgals hit Eragon hard,
And he knew, in his heart, he would always be scarred.
He found another friend by the name of Murtagh,
But he wouldn’t let his past out of the bag.
He hated living his manhood on the run,
But what is past cannot be undone.
He took refuge under Saphira’s great wing,
And realized his destiny to overthrow the king.
Through river and desert they ran away from their foe
Toward the mountains, to hide in the snow.
They were captured by evil and put in a cell,
And Eragon thought he was put in hell.
Still, he continued down his trail,
To be rid of the Urgals, but to no avail.
The Urgals had followed them into their den,
Eragon had hoped not to fight them again.
A fierce, bloody fight saw the Urgals undone
Ajihad’s was lost, yet the battle was won.
And now our hero with the Elves goes to dwell
But as of that tale, only Paolini can tell.