Eragon stood in a meadow, filled with sunlight. He looked around, wary. The green grass was dotted with wildflowers, and there was birdsong coming from the surrounding trees. "My son," a familiar, rough voice said from behind him. Eragon turned around, and his mouth went dry. The silver beard, the cloak, the staff, even the pipe. Every feature was just as he remembered it. Brom placed his staff upon the ground, where it stayed upright, and opened his arms. Eragon moved over to him. Brom's arms encircled him, and Eragon leant his head against his chest. "I'm so proud of you, my boy." Brom murmured in his ear. Eragon released him.

"How are you here?" Eragon asked, after finding his voice.

"I don't really know. Why? Don't you want me here?"

"I do. I'm just confused."

"That's to be expected. There is someone I want you to meet. Someone's, actually." A figure stepped out from the trees. A slim figure, with brown hair. Eragon swallowed past a lump in his throat.

"Eragon," she said, with a faint accent. "It's been a long time. You've grown to be a fine young man." She said as she moved to stand beside Brom, who placed an arm around her waist tenderly.

"Mother?" Eragon whipsered. Selena nodded.

"And then there is Saphira. My Saphira. I only wish she could have met you while she and I were alive." A low whistling sound filled the air, one Eragon recognised as the air rushing over dragon wings. A blue dragon, a shade or two lighter than Eragon's Saphira flew overhead. She wasn't as big as Glaedr had been, but was bigger than Eragon's Saphira. She landed gracefully, and walked over. She was slim, even slimmer than Saphira. Her narrow tail tapered to a point. She looked at Brom, than at Eragon. Her tail twitched. Greetings, the son of my Rider. Brom has told me much about you since we were reunited.

"Geetings to you as well, Saphira," Eragon said. "Brom told me much about you as well."

You have better manners than you sire, that is for sure, Saphira said dryly. She looked at Brom again.

"Eragon, we must go. There isn't much time left. We came for a reason." Brom said.

"You have a near impossible task. The least we can do is help." Selena said.

"But, we have four Riders against one."

"And he was younger with thirteen Riders against about a hundred, and he still won. My point is don't underestimate him, but don't underestimate yourself either." Brom said impatiently. Eragon smiled slightly, remembering when Brom had been teaching him.

Selena stepped forward and handed something to him. Eragon reached out with his hand and she placed a scroll in it. "What is it?" Eragon asked, opening it and staring the picture on it.

"A map of the palace in Uru'baen. I hope it helps you."

"Saphira and I also have something for you," Brom said. He walked over to Saphira and reached into saddlebags Eragon hadn't noticed before. He pulled out a sack and handed it to Eragon. Eragon grasped it, and felt through the cloth, the smooth edges of a jewel. It was too light for a jewel of the size it was, however. "Is this an Eldunari?" Eragon asked.

Brom's face cleared. "I guess Oromis skipped the technicalities as well. You know about them then. Yes, it is Saphira's. Please, Eragon, look after it. We don't have much time left. That is all we can do to help. I can only hope it is enough."

"Thank you. I just wish you were still alive."

"I just wish we had more time with you, Eragon." Selena said.

It was an honour to meet you, Eragon. I hope your Saphira is as happy with her Rider as I was. Brom help Selena onto Saphira's back, then climbed on after her.

"Is that all the time I have with you? That was less than an hour."

"On the ocntrary, Eragon, I think you'll find that the time we have spent together was a lot longer than you think." Brom winked. Saphira rasied her wings and leapt into the air. Eragon watched them fly off. As they disappeared, the world around Eragon crumbled, and turned black.

Eragon sat up and looked around. Eragon, whats wrong? Saphira, his Saphira, cried. Eragon took a deep breath and showed her the memory of his dream. Eragon looked around and saw the sack, with the scroll sitting on top. Eragon, Saphira said quietly.

It really happened.

Eragon, we have to show someone the scroll. Joed, or Nasuada. You know what this could mean, don't you.

A way into Uru'baen, Eragon said quietly.

Ok, after this chapter, I'm taking a break to write an entry for the 2012 John Marsden Young Australian Writers Competition. So the next time I see you guys will be sometime in September. Wish me luck ;)