The winner of our contest is Arya [Webaweba] with their wonderful poem. [Very befitting to the character - as seen in the books, elves are very skilled writers, mostly of flowing poems that bring the mind to peace]:
Through the haze of time
The mist of years
Through the dawn of the fall
I have been
Waiting in darkness
For the One to arrive
He, he who would be my Rider
The one with whom I could cherish the world
The Day came
Many children touched my egg
My heart grew heavy with sorrow
For none of them was He
Then... then he was there
I struggled to free myself from
The wall between us
That was my shell
I broke free
Cold air lifted my wings
He was there, watching me
His eyes filled with joy
Once I touched Him
I was Complete
I was Whole
Nothing would ever get between us
After that night, I knew my folly
The Betrayer came
The one who Betrayed my kind
The one declaring himself Galbitorix
He slaughtered my Rider in His sleep
And took me for his own
I cried out with the pain
I would never know happiness again
"Hush, Shruikan," he said
In his twisted voice my name sounded strange
"You are safe now
Nothing will ever harm you again."
I was covered by waves
Of sorrow for my fallen Rider
But the Betrayer didn't care
The Betrayer just wanted to use me
He twisted me that dark night
Made me something that
I didn't want to become
Made me a servant of darkness
Dragons know no masters
I fought, yet he was too strong
He punished me
Until my screams shook the castle
I wanted to die
He wouldn't let me
He told me that
One day I would worship him
I wish, now
That I had been strong enough
To protect my Rider
To protect myself from the Betrayer's clutches
But I wasn't
Nor will I ever be
For Galbitorix gains
Strength every day
He is invincible, yet
I know
That Eragon Shadeslayer
Will somehow defeat him
Many dragons have failed
In this task
Including I
We are creatures of the night
We will never be the same again
Never in eternity
Will we be what we once were
Never again
Air lifts me as I fly
Above the Burning Plains
But I am not
In my own body
I am in the body of Thorn
The dragon of Murtagh
The servant of the Betrayer
Anger fills me
I cannot break away
My heart plummets
As I see a golden dragon
Alive, blissfully alive
Glaedr and Oromis
The survivors of the Fall
Elf and dragon
United by the Bond
The Bond that I have not felt in over a century
Galbitorix is speaking
I but dimly hear him
I am trapped in my own thoughts
I do not want to listen
I feel myself moving
Thorn is moving
Pain rips through my shoulder
As Glaedr hurts me
Scarlet blood falls through the air
Oromis has died
He had dropped Naegling
And his energy source
Glaedr is howling with despair
I must...
I must hurt...
I must hurt him
My wings beat faster
I catch up to him
He tries to throw me off
But he is too late
I bite
His blood fills my mouth
He is gone
In the distance, there is a glitter of blue
Saphira, the last surviving dragon besides
Myself and Thorn
The one Galbitorix wants to kill
Then everything disappears
We are back in Uru'baen
Galbitorix pats my head
"Well done. You shall be rewarded for this."
I can still taste the blood
A tear escapes me
I wish now that I had never hatched
That none of this had ever happened
So many innocent lives have I taken
But his black magic binds me
I am his servant
I am the black dragon
Shruikan
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