The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm (Tales from Alagaësia, #1)

by Christopher Paolini

A faint smile played around the corners of his lips. “Because a scar means you survived. It means you’re tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.”

“Ah,” said Tornac in a soft voice. “But sometimes, if you work very hard, you can mend a break so that it’s stronger than before.”

“All good weapons deserve a name,” said Tornac. “Especially magical ones. What would you call this one?” Essie thought for a second and then said, “Mister Stabby!”

The scar shrank and shrank, until only a small red S-shape was left. But it didn’t vanish entirely: a remembrance of past pain. Of survival.