Dear Arya,
Since you were born me and your father loved you we were there when you needed us. We used to play together until death went over your father and Evander passed away. You were only thirty and his death changed you forever. I still remember that day when you called me a coward and blamed me for his death. And then the day came when you left. You accepted the Yawë symbol and I disowned you I rejected you and you were gone from my heart forever. When you came to Ellesmera I didn't even set eyes on you and for that I cry your pardon. When I heard that you had been ambushed I saw my mistake in rejecting you and was so worried you might have died when you were captured. You came with two other elves, a dragon and a rider and a dwarf. I was so happy but I could see that you were troubled and I understood that it was my fault. When you recounted your story on how you got captured and I felt bad, worse than ever and I apologise for it. I was sad when you told me you had to go back to the varden but I knew that if I didn't let you go we would never see each other again. After we captured Ceneon and Gilead and arrived at the varden I had a premonition that I would die so I wrote this letter straight after. When I heard that you wanted to accompany Eragon and Saphira to Galbatorix I was scared that you would die like your father did. When I fought Barst my vision came true and I entered the void. I loved you Arya you are my daughter; You will always be.
From your loving mother,
Islanzadí Dröttning