I don't own Eragon:(

Chapter 1

Ariana woke up in the early morning before dawn. She couldn't sleep she was just to excited! Her fourth birthday was today and her mother was going to do whatever she wanted to day, within reason of course. Sun why won't you hurry up! You're taking forever!In reality it hasn't been five minutes since she woke up,Ariana wasn't a patient person. The now four year old got up out of bed on to the wooden floor of her room, the room was very plain with a bed, dresser and book self. Ariana loved books especially about dragons, her mom would read her books every night about dragons. She looked down to the necklace that hung around her neck, the pendent was a silver dragon with its tail wrapped around a white stone. her mother said she had it ever since she was born and that it had been her father's.Her father. She never knew her father he had died before she was born. Ariana open the door with a creak and stepped in to the familiar hall. Her house was relatively small it had a kitchen, two bedrooms, a living room and closet. Exactly where the house was she had no clue. The three year old approached the door to her mother's room and slowly opened the door. With a high pitched squeal she ran across the room to her mother's bed. She leaped high in the air and landed on the bed.

"Wake up Mom! It's my birthday!"

"Wha." Mother said groggily " Ariana it's before dawn can't you go back to bed."

" No! I can't sleep I'm to excited. And you said you would do whatever I wanted today. I want you to get up." Ariana said defiantly.

"Fine I'm up." Mother submitted. She slowly rose out of bed, put on a robe and slippers, then walked to the kitchen. Ariana followed like an obedient dog. In the kitchen her mother started lighting candles and making breakfast. Ariana spent that time to search the entire house looking for presents. She found them on the top self of the closet. Ariana let out a loud Humph!

Her mother laughed quietly as she tried time and time again to reach her gifts. Her little daughter always spent her birthday morning looking for presents and she always finds it. So instead of trying to hide it where Ariana could not find it she put it in an obvious place where she couldn't reach it."Ana, come eat breakfast!" Mother told Ariana. Ariana came pouting over to the table but the pout went away as she saw her favorite foods on the table. Bacon, eggs, sausage, gravy and biscaits. The thoughts of presents were replaced by food but not forgotten. After heaving everything she could on to her plate(she has a huge appetite ) she tried to eat everything at once.

"Slow down." Mother chided " We don't want the birthday girl choking." she added playfully. Ariana slowed down a bit but not much. After she finished her mother was still eating, at a normal spped I might add. Again Ariana wasn't a patient girl.

"Come on can't I open my presents now." Ariana pleaded.

"Now, now can't we afford to wait a little while before opening presents." Mother said.

"No." Ariana said flatly.

"Why did you have to inherit your father's impatience." she replied, but instantly realized her mistake. Every time she mentioned Ariana's father Ariana would ask about him. But to her relief she only asked,

"What does inherit mean?" she asked confused.

"Inherit mean to get from someone." mother replied. Her relief was short lived when Ariana asked,

"What was my father like?"

" Your father." mother began, then stopped. She just couldn't do it,it hurt to much. Tears came to her eyes.

"Mother, I know you're sad but maybe if you talk to someone it will hurt less. I mean, if you keep it bottled up and don't tell anyone you wouldn't have anyone to share the pain with." Ariana stated. She couldn't believe that the little three year old in front of her, who jumped in her bed this morning, said those words. Suddenly she looked older somehow, not physically something else.

"You're right, you do deserve to know of your own father." mother said. " Your father was a great man, very brave and caring. We first meet when I was traveling to, uh, the mountains. I was attacked by urgals and tied up." she briefly wondered should she be telling her thi, but one look on the entranced child's face and you knew there was no turning back. "But your father rescued me. He travelled with me and on the way we fell in love. Not long after we were married. Five years later he died and he never knew he was going to be a father." tears were coming to her eyes.

"Thank you mother." Ariana said softly.

"Now enough of this sad stuff, I thought you wanted presents." mother said lightly though she was still unnerved. Ariana's face instantly brightened and she ran over to the closet. Her mother got up on went over to the closet and picked up the presents off of the self. After clearing away the table of empty plates and left over food she set the presents down on the flat surface. Ariana was looming over them as soon as they hit the table and was reaching out to grab them.

"Don't shake them." Her mother warned. Ariana's hands were pulled back guiltily and she turned a slight shade of pink.

"Can I open them now." Ariana said pleadingly.

"Oh alright, go ahead." The girl was already ripping up the wrapping paper on the outside of the smaller of the two presents as soon as the words left her mouth. The paper was completely off and she found a handsomely carved wooden box. She stared in awe at the box.

"It was my music box. My mother gave it to me and I'm giving it to you." her mother said. Ariana opened the lid and a beautifully Alagiasian lullaby playing from the box. They just sat there listen for a few minutes before closing the lid then reaching for the largest of the gifts. Inside was a large book with a dragon on the front blowing white fire and on its back was an elf she knew was Eragon so the dragon must have been Bid'Daum, the first rider and dragon. The words on the front were nothing like the runes humans wrote with, they were flowing and even though she couldn't read it she thought it was beautiful.

"What language is this?" Ariana questioned.

"It's the Ancient Language used by the elves. I know you can't read it but I thought you would like to look at the pictures." Mother replied. Ariana opened the book and inside was beautifully painted pictures of dragons, riders and the swords they used. It also showed the history of dragons and riders.

"Thank you Mother." Ariana said. Then she got up and hugged her mother.

"You're welcome. Now go put those presents up and get changed, we can go outside for a walk to town. And maybe we'll get you something sweet." Mother said. Ariana rushed to her room and put the book on the book self and the music box on her dresser, then got dressed. When she got back to the kitchen her mother was changed and ready to go.

They walked down the normal path they took to go to the town. The leaves were bright green and the air was warm. Animals were every where. About half way down the path the forest got deadly silent. Nothing was stirring, her mother got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and picked up the pace. A whistling soud shot threw the air and her mother let out a pained gasp. An arrow was proding from her chest and she fell to the ground.

"Mother!." Ariana screamed in horror. Then two strangers cloaked in black strod forward, making hissin and clicking noises.

"Yesss, thiss isss the girl the masster wantss." One said. Ariana was stuck in place by shock of what happened, a few feet away from her, mother stirred and groaned. The stranger that talked threw a long throwing knife at her mother and tried to stop but it was to late. Ariana was rushing towards her mother when excrushiating pain went down her back and she instinctivly turned, it only made the pain spread to her side and part of her front. Then blackness swalled her and she knew no more.