Out of the mist came a green dragon. It swooped and landed amid the trees of Du Weldenvarden. From its back clambered a girl, only eleven or twelve. Unencumbered with armour or weapons, she sprinted easily across the stretch of sand that separated her from the tree house in which her father lay sleeping.
"Dad, Dad" she yelled.
Calm down little one! Came the voice of Saphira. Your father's coming!
The girl ran across to the doorway and threw herself into the arms of the man that awaited her there.
"Hello my little Lily" he said gently, pulling her into a warm embrace. A dark skinned woman interrupted them with a short cough. They broke apart sheepishly.
"Eragon! We need you now! Bring your daughter too."
The girl mounted her dragon and the man mounted his. They followed the lady's horse as it galloped towards the plain. The arrow flew from a bow without warning, spiralling towards the child's heart…