Ronny's Pov
It was never meant to be.
Sometimes, my dreams were memories of those short heartbeats when I'd been free. They recalled pointed ears, awed eyes and a heart that beat like mine.
I'd always wake up in a startle at the echo of my chosen's broken neck.
Only in that dream and in the scarce heartbeats that followed my awakening my mind was too stunned to acknowledge the pain throughout my whole body.
A dull ache which had never meant to be, yet that somehow it'd always been.
It started from the tip of my snout and ended at the tip of my tail; it webbed throughout my wings, it sharpened at every movement.
The rare times I was commanded to fly around Uru'Baen, not even the coldest wind could soothe my burning body.
Barely I remembered the brief dreams of shared flights that passed from my Should-Be-Rider's fingertips to my egg.
The fire had been consuming me for far too long, a hundred years and yet centuries, in order to allow me to recall how a soft breeze had rustled through his hair.
Only once, did I feel a sharper pain among this dullness.
It came for the only spear that could slash through dragon scales; it was the quick hand of the princess Elf to launch it towards one eye of mine, the one currently watching her and the others. Murtagh and Eragon were both still bleeding, next to the princess. Somehow, I managed to snap my face high up, so its sharp point could draw a jagged cut across my nose instead.
I worshipped this change of pain; it reminded me I was still alive.
Not as sharp was the pain coming from my throat, where the teeth of the two other dragons were currently dug.
My lack of muscles had my neck hunched over and I patiently waited for the last blow that would end this life that was never meant to be.
Someone roared in pain.
The Rider-That-Was-Not-Meant-To- Be, the Mad King, had killed himself.
For the first time, I could hear the silence. It was so deafening I didn't breathe and hoped for the two dragons to find my jugular at last.
It never happened.
Instead, they let me go and a small human hatchling came up to me and with my pain reflected in her violet eyes told me I could now be free.
But I didn't know what freedom meant, so I fled until my wings fell and my body tumbled onto the ground.
My breath was rasp, and I felt as if my body squeezed my lungs.
A small touch on my snout. Someone shouted something, but the words got all mingled together.
Perhaps it was a human child.
("Mom, a dragon! He's hurt!")
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