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