My name is Cassandra and I am an Elven seer. I am 17 summers and have been training in the Beor Mountains since I was 7 summers of age. I am one of eleven female students of Ellistine and an orphan like all the others; the only daughter of Hljodhrdraumr meaning silent dream and never knew my father; sometimes, I try and see who he was, it is the only thing I have failed at. I was born on the Eldor travelling on a ship called the Gedwey Wyrda or shining fate. I was often told the story of my mothers death, she was travelling through the Hadarac Desert when it happened. The elves had received information about an elf that had recently disappeared called Gabriela, Gabriela had been sighted outside of Tarnag and my mother was sent to find out what had happened. She rode hard and fast only to be ambushed by over a thousand men under the control of Galbatorix!! She fought well they said, though I did not need to be told, for I had foreseen it and tried many times to tell them but they never understood me for was less than one summer old when it happened.

I saw my mother leap high off the ground to see a hundred arrows suddenly let fly, my mother never saw her killer. I watched the only arrow to hit her and saw the realisation she was going to die cross her face. You see the arrow was not just any arrow; it was poisoned with the black blood of the last hydra. She felt it seep into her skin; she felt it dissolve her from the inside and she, is the only one who ever felt such pain and didn’t make a sound; she did nothing as the pain engulfed her. I swore once that I’d have revenge and finally, I know how to get it; I must help Eragon.

That is why I no longer find myself camping with my fellow students and waiting for peace. Now, I am going to help make it. Ellistine tried to stop me leaving; she failed, for I have been planning my escape since the day I came here. As soon as I stepped into Ellistines cottage I knew that this was not my home, I knew, my destiny needed me to go down the mountain again. I would have ran right then if I had not known something else; my time had not yet come. Instead, I learnt the art of the seer. Lessons were short and spare time came often, it was not rare for us to wait weeks between lessons. Ellistine could come to our camp anytime and summon us away. The other girls used this time to practice what they had failed at or to delight in human like fantasies. In truth, this revolted me I knew that they could wield a weapon, it was in their blood, but I also knew that even those with natural talent needed to practise.

In my spare time I ran to a cave where, rumour had it, Brom had once been ambushed. I was sad to see Brom die, he had been kind to me but I knew that it was his time otherwise their would have been conflict between him and Murtagh meaning Eragon would never reach the Varden. I practised all the skills I needed for travelling there sword fighting, archery, I kicked the walls until my feet stopped hurting on contact, I did the same with my arms and sometimes, when the others were asleep I snuck down here and set up my own little camp.

There is something emotionally wrong with me, I’ve never cried in my life. The only time I’ve ever screamed was when I saw my mother die in my dreams and knew, that this time, it was real. They call me the lone wolf; I brought that on myself by refusing to tell anyone my name. I guard that secret as fiercely as a mother would protect her child and there is only one thing I guard more fiercely, my mind; it always meant more than my life and before I heard of Eragon I barely existed at all, by saying this I do not mean I was dead, but rather felt no emotion and lived life as a learner nothing more. Occasionally I sensed Ellistine watching me and in my sleep she tried to attack my mind! She wanted to know who I was, like a serpent she attacked when I was down. She was desperate to gain something from me, the elves thought I would tell her in time but they do not know the truth. She is no elf, as they believe, but a human, so cowardly as to throw her own daughter into the street, just to distract soldiers as she ran away to the mountains. I saw her throw the child most nights until I finally got to the point where she was out of the city and the wind pulled down her hood. I cannot reach Eragon yet for he is training somewhere in Du Weldenvarden. I have all the provisions I could need and for the first time anxiety grips me without a measure of control. I know that before I move on I must swallow it, but I know now that I cannot leave him, I planned to let him stay in the mountains but… I have raised him since he was but a calve I called him Lucifer for I was young and he almost felt like my child. So I found myself calling his name too quiet for any from the camp to hear, in a language no other wolf would understand. He appeared from behind a bush and sat beside me, he had been the only friend I’d had in my decade here and I wasn’t going to give him up.

Gingerly, I squeezed the hilt of my mothers sword as a source of comfort. Moving my hand gently up the quiver before tapping each arrow, 17 arrows and 17 summers, a good omen but not quite enough to keep me for long. My wide silver eyes scanned the waters, there was plenty of fish but more upstream, that was good for I was not yet ready to head to Surda, I wanted to arrive after Eragon and so I decided to travel to Broms grave so I could pay my respects. After that Eragon would probably have met Glaedr and began his training. As soon as he finished I’d travel to Teirm to buy the ship I was born in, which almost as if by fate would have just lost its owner in an accident. After that I would do all I could to win the war and when Galbatorix was dead I would return to Du Weldenvarden move near the sea for I have often been told of it but never seen it.

I twirled my silvery hair as I looked at my pale reflection. It had been along time since I’d known what I looked like and I now saw how much I had grown. I was slight of figure but had thin lines of muscle showing. I stared at my reflection and saw my personality shining through; my pale moon like complexion represented my shy nature; the width of my eyes showed that I was all seeing and not easy to fool; the black bags under my eyes showed I had experience with evil and my slightly visible muscles showed that I was determined. I looked at the mountains without the pain of losing a home but the excitement of my destiny finally starting to unfold. I was feeling wall build up again this time with confidence shining through. I began to feel that I was a person timid but getting braver, quiet but will still manage to defend herself; determined and unwilling to give the enemy a total victory.

I loved the water, maybe it comes with being born on a lake, and maybe it is in my blood, I guess I’ll never know. I love nature and hate shortcuts; shortcuts come at a price you’ll never get the definite security as what you can get by sticking to the plan. What I hate most of all is immaturity and the fact that it thrives in this darkened world. I’ll always love questing to find out what I want to know and never giving in. I like to put up a wall that no one can get through and if they manage they’ll get a nasty surprise. I guess that tells you I’m a defensive sort of person who hates those who don’t take life seriously until it is too late. It’s getting late I must walk on I have a plan and the quicker I move the more time I have to relax.


P.S from the actual author I know you don’t like first person but I decided to do it like an autobiography and seeming as I’m only focusing on one person it is appropriate. I haven’t done a list like most people but all the information is in there. And I don’t know how to get the accents on my computer so they aren’t there.

wrong place by far

i thought you deleted it but you moved it thanks!!

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