Eragon's POV.

It was nigh on ten and eight years ago, our daughter was stolen away. Our precious little girl, lost in a world that was still unsafe. I still recall how her wispy blonde hair, played about her beautiful face, a face not unlike my own, elf with a human touch. Her strong, open, busy mind as she played around Saphira's still form in the grass of Ellesmerella. Her laugh as Saphira accidentally inhaled a small amount of dust and began to sneeze; and the silhouette of her sitting straight, tall and proud astride Firnen with her mother. Our girl; our sweet, sweet little girl.

We hadsearched every crack and crevice of Ellesmerella. No one could have taken her out of Ellesmerella without our knowing; Saphira and Firnen flew borders of the forest when they realized something was amiss. No one had stirred for a thousand miles. Our Daughter had vanished, and there was no one to blame but myself. Arya was persistent that it was not my fault; a normal woman would have blamed me too but not my mate. She remained strong, far stronger than I, who grew bitter and curled in on myself. I was a shell of my former self but somehow Arya had still loved and waited for me to go back to her.

It took her and Saphira near on ten years to draw me out of my cave of self loathing. I am determined to not fall back into that dark place as the day of her birth fast approaches. The fairth on our wall mocks us both, reminding both Arya and myself of a happier time.

Tomorrow the riders will gather and send lanterns into the sky in hopes that she will one day find us. Tomorrow, the day of her birth. We miss her so greatly each and every day.

I cannot afford to cling to false hope, she may come home or she may not. Maybe we will never know where or who she is now. But Arya and I must focus on the new rider now. The girl Selene and the dragon, Saphira's first egg, Jaydras. The girl's name, it is the same as my daughters and I can see that it is causing Arya great pain.

"Eragon…Eragon…ERAGON!" Arya snaps her fingers in front of my face and screams in my ear, causing me to panic and fall off of my chair in fear. With my heart beating loud and fast in my sensitive ears she brings me out of my reverie. "WHAT'S WRONG?" I yell in panic, scrambling to stand up. Let's just say I became quite protective as of late, I don't know why; maybe it is because I feel a big shift in our lives coming and I'm afraid. Her troubled, emerald eyes pierce my own worriedly. She chuckles lightly.

"You just space out sometimes and your mental walls go up so I can't tell if you are okay." I can feel heat rise in my cheeks to the tips of my pointed ears.

Her eyes roamed the room, landing everywhere but upon me. "I think she's the new rider Eragon." She bit her lip and looked at the floor with self doubt crossing her perfect features quickly. "She has the dragon clasp you made for her holding her cloak on, She looks like you. She is the rider of Saphira and Firnen's son."Conviction rang through her voice like the tolling of bells. And in the moment my world turned on its axis.