Two months later, and my life was a completely new story. The new Rider, some human named Eragon, had stolen my spot as the hope of the world, which at first I was fine with. Who wanted to be the savior, anyway? It seemed as though the Rider generation was cursed. Oromis, with broken magic, me, with almost the same, and Eragon, who was physically handicapped. Or so I heard from the grapevine.

During the Blood Oath celebration, Islanzadi banned me from joining in the revels. I was forced to watch through charmed mirrors, at a distance, as Eragon was healed of his afflictions, and made into a half elf, not unlike myself. But, unlike me, he was hailed as the first (a lie), and he became the sure savior to the whole world.

I was left behind. No one wanted a broken Rider.

Now Oromis was dead, gone. So was Glaedr. They were slain in battle. Glaedr had given his heart of hearts, his Eldunari, to Eragon. Eragon! The boy was still ignorant. He did not know of me, he did not know enough of anything. He was only sixteen! Betrayal hurt, and it filled up. I knew it was meant to be, but that didn't change the pain I felt inside. And it didn't change the betrayal, as they had left me, just like everyone else.

The best thing Eragon ever did was leave the forest and return to the humans.

Don't worry. It'll be fine, assured Alex. He was in his smaller form, fluttering between the trees. It was a handy little quirk he had, being able to change to the size of a house cat. In the old days, some dragons had a minor control over magic, other than the fire and flying. Some could levitate things, others could control elements. Alex turned out to be one of those dragons, and he could control his size to an extent.

I kicked a rock and watched as it smacked into a tree. I know, I grumbled. My mind wandered back to my old mentors, and I began to get angry at Glaedr and his Eldunari again.

Did you think that maybe he had a reason? He could have bonded more with Eragon.

Flashes of Eragon's back flickered past his thoughts. Those were healed at Blood Oath. He has no difficulties now. If it's common ground, I have the upper hand on that. My memory of the day by the stream was in my head.

Maybe Glaedr knew that, even with the energy, you couldn't do the spells. That with your block, you couldn't-

Argh! I screamed in my head. It was too much. I hated Eragon. No matter what, he won every little competition. He was so good that he didn't even know he was good at the little challenges I set for me and him. It irked me to no end.

Alex stopped, and sniffed the air. Something smells odd... he noted. These plants aren't native to these forests. He showed me the change in air, the new plants. The plants he was smelling flashed through my mind in a series of pictures, and I gasped.

What it it? Alex grabbed the back of my pack, careful to not dig into my skin with his claws.

Forks, I said, taking off through the forest. Those are native to Washington. Memories filled my mind, ones of Charlie cooking and of Alice, dragging me off to shop. Summers and school and friends who weren't bound by honor and fear and oaths, a land that wasn't scarred from war.

Alex snorted, careful to avoid my hair with the flames that came from his nose. You look a bit odd for a human, don't you think?

I stopped running, frowning. I did look odd. Sighing, I pulled the magic forward in my mind and chanted a few phrases in the magic tongue. It was more familiar to me then my own, for it was buried in the deepest parts of primal instinct. The spell moved the bones in my face, and polished over my ears to make them more rounded. My eyes teared up at the sudden sting that accompanied these movements, but I blinked them away and looked at my dragon.

Better? I asked Alex. He looked me over once, and nodded in approval.

Don't get your hopes up, he warned. We may have just wandered farther than previously thought.

I ignored him, moving my feet at a pace too fast for humans. In no time I recognized the log that wasn't very far into the forest, and I hopped into a tree and pulled myself level with the second floor f the house I could see through the trees. It was no trouble to look in between the branches, and I gasped. Charlie was there, getting out of his cruiser. He walked over to the door, and my new eyes took in every small detail of his face. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I clung to the tree. My father was here!

Best go and see him, Alex sighed. I'll wait in a tree.

Is that best? I was suddenly very worried. I've been gone for four months. Will he-

Go, he prodded. He's your father.

I squealed with delight, and hopped out of the tree, rushing towards the door. I opened and shut it before human ears could hear the difference, and my heart clenched. What if Charlie hated me? I had disappeared a long time ago. What if he thought I went away with the Cullens?

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