A/N- I so sorry that it took so long for me to update! But I had a Narnia party, a Christmas party that I still have to get ready for AND we have a test that I have to study for! Anywho…on with the story! By the way, I don't remember what Selena looks like. So, NO flames. I'm just going to make her look how I want her to.

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"I can't believe it's you…!"

Eragon looked at Brom. He wasn't old at all! He was young and looked great. His face was that of someone who was smart, and tended to know what other people felt. Eragon was ecstatic!

"Eragon…" Brom walked slowly, then rushed at Eragon. He hugged him tight like a father would a son after many years. He was so happy that Eragon didn't have to die to kill Galbatorix. Some how he knew that in the end, Eragon would kill Galbatorix. But he didn't know if that meant giving up his life.

Eragon squeezed Brom tightly. He loved Brom like a father. Sure he had had Garrow, but ever since he had learned that Garrow wasn't his father…he just didn't feel the same about him. Come to think of it, he had never really thought of Garrow as a father. When he had started traveling with Brom…he just started to think of him as a father.

"Eragon…there's something that I have to tell you…I don't know how to say this," Eragon pulled away from Brom to look him in the eye. Brom stepped back and looked squarely at the young farm boy, but found that he could only see a young man that had been training hard and had grown considerably. " You father…I know who he is-"

"Stop." Brom looked at Eragon with a questioning face. "I know who my father is." Brom was shocked! How could Eragon know…unless he found Murtagh…? "That man who saved you and me from the Raz' ac, his name was Murtagh, after you died, we traveled together. We saved Arya from the jail that she was imprisoned in and…"

Eragon went on and told Brom all that had gone on. Since the story was a long one, they started heading back, Arya had left early to do her duties, and try to find her father. By the time Eragon was done telling his story, they had made it to the area around where Carvahall was.

"Well…I'm sorry about your back Eragon. Come. Let me fix your leg." Eragon had been leaning on Saphira all the way there, but he could walk no more.

Brom lifted the fabric to show a deep cut right above Eragon's knee. It went from the top of his knee, to three quarters up his thigh. Brom mumbled the words needed and Eragon's leg was healed. However, since it had taken so long to heal it, there was a nasty scar where it was.

"That's number two." Eragon mumbled. He was disheartened to know that he would have; yet another big ugly scar on his body.

"What's number two?" A voice said behind their backs. Eragon and Brom turned, embarrassed that they hadn't sensed them coming. For it was not one person, but four.

"Roran, you know Brom." Brom nodded his head and gave a slight smile. "Brom you should know Katrina, Roran's wife."

"Yes. It's nice too see you again." Katrina had a look of confusion until it clicked.

"Your Brom! That story teller!"

Brom chuckled. "Yes I am. But you see…I'm not just a story teller."

"Roran…what's he saying?"

"Don't you remember? I told you this already silly. Brom is a Dragon Rider."

Eragon chuckled listening to his cousin and his wife bicker. Saphira and Saphira had been watching in amusement as well.

Brom, however, was more into seeing who the other two people were. One looked like a father…he knew that face…that's it! It was Garrow! Has Eragon noticed yet? He looked over to see Eragon trying to break apart his cousin and his wife from their little bicker. Brom looked to the other person. It was a young woman…she wasn't young, yet she didn't look old. He had seen only one other girl that had looked like that…one that he had helped long ago…Selena. Brom thought of how he had helped her escape from Morzan and stay with her brother.

"Ahem." Brom looked at Eragon. Eragon looked at Brom. While Roran and Katrina entertained the others, Brom and Eragon stared at each other. They were talking to each other. To any other it looked like they were having a staring contest…. but someone there knew better.

Selena looked at the two other Roran had led them to. She instantly recognized Brom. Even though he had obviously changed for the better. He looked young and in his prime…however she could not place the other. He was young, no more than eighteen. But he had the look of an elf. His ears were pointed like one, maybe not as pointed as an elf, but more so then a Riders was. Also, he moved with grace, such as one would think an elf would possess. This young man was obviously very strong and looked great. His face however, did not match his happy body attitude. His face had worried and sorrow lines etched across it. His eyes were even worse. Then held a certain dark and blank expression. One that would make you believe that he was dead. He looked like he was ready to be done, ready to throw in the towel. How sad…she thought. So young…and yet, he has wisdom and seen more then his age should.

What is it Brom?

I want to know is you noticed who our visitors are yet…

What? Eragon looked at the other two. Shock appeared on his face, bit that soon vanished with the realization that his family was to be brought back.

"Garrow?" Eragon's voice was just above a whisper, but you could tell that it held a certain anxiety.

Garrow looked at Eragon. It was plain to see that Garrow hadn't been paying attention and hadn't realized that this was Eragon. The boy that he had taken in when his mother died, the one that may have caused some mischief at times, but always paid it back with generosity.

It seemed that he still hadn't made the connection. Eragon smiled. Garrow was still lost. Am I supposed to know this kid? Who the heck is he? He sort of reminds me of…no…it couldn't be! Isn't this the guy that killed Galbatorix? There's no way that it could be him. But when he looked over the young mans face again…he could see the resemblance to Eragon.

Eragon could see the emotions flying across Garrow's face, until they finally settled on one. Eragon could tell that Garrow had finally made the connection, but was still not totally sure of himself. Eragon decided to confirm his idea.

"It's me Garrow. I know that I've changed, but…when you're a Dragon-"

"Eragon! But how is that? Aren't you the one who killed Galbatorix? How could you have possibly have done that! Not the shy hunter that I knew and cared for!"

"Your right. I'm not the boy you once knew. A lot has happened since then. I thought that Roran would have told you." Eragon glared at his cousin who was not looking at Eragon. Roran knew that he probably should have told Garrow about Saphira. After all, he didn't want Garrow to die of a heart attack right after he came back. "Garrow I…"

"Go on." Garrow prompted.

Eragon sighed. "You might want to take a deep breath Garrow." Eragon knew that Garrow didn't like change…he was worried what he would think of her…Eragon looked at Brom for support. Brom smiled a slight smile and nodded his head. Eragon took yet another deep breath. He seemed to take a lot of these lately. "Garrow, I want you to meet my best friend, companion and protector, Saphira."

At this Saphira and Saphira walked out from the shadows of the tents that they had been behind. They had wanted the shade, and they thought it best to give the families some time together. Saphira (A/N-we'll call Brom's Saphira bright scales. That way we can tell them apart. : ) ) walked up to Eragon's side and dipped her head until it was even with Garrow's head and the others. Garrow stepped back in surprise, Roran and Katrina smiled and the lady, whom Eragon had just taken notice of, gasped.

"She says that it's nice to finally meet you in person. And she's sorry that your house was ruined because they we're looking for her." Eragon looked at Garrow and laughed. Brom joined in as well, along with Roran and Katrina. Garrow was beyond surprised. It could talk!

Garrow then voiced his thought. "It can talk?"

My name is Saphira, thank you very much, and yes I can talk! What did you expect? That I was some dumb lizard? Why does everyone think that? Saphira had voiced her thoughts to everyone. Everyone had a good laugh at what she said. Even Saphira and Bright scales laughed.

"Yes. She can talk." Eragon spared a look at the young woman. She was around thirty, from what he could tell. She was beautiful. She had light brown hair that came in waves and reached all the way down to her waist. Her face held a certain happiness and optimistic-ness that he liked. He tried to figure out who the heck she was…he felt like he knew her. But he knew that he had never seen her before.

Saphira.

What is it young one?

Who is the lady? I know that I know her from somewhere, yet I feel like we have never met before this…

Saphira took awhile to come up with an answer. Maybe you should ask Roran. I know not why you have this feeling.

But he didn't have to. Roran had seen the confused look that Eragon gave Selena. He had already met with her and had said that he would take her to her son. He decided that now was the time to make introductions. However, he could tell that Brom would need none. By the look in his eye…Brom had already met His Aunt.

"Eragon." Eragon turned and looked at Roran. Brom also turned, though he already knew where this conversation was going. "Eragon I want to you meet someone." At this Roran gestured to Selena. "This is Selena. My Aunt, your mother."

Eragon looked at Selena. Then that's why he had gotten those weird feelings. He did know her, in a spiritual kind of way. And that would explain the reason she reminded him or Murtagh.

"Eragon…" Selena walked towards Eragon.

Brom knew that this was a special time for this young Rider. He couldn't and didn't know what Eragon was feeling now. Nor would he ever. But he did know that he were in Eragon's shoes, he would like some time alone, without other eyes watching him.

Brom looked at Roran, who obliviously had had the same idea. Roran nodded and took Katrina's hand and they walked off to go look around. Garrow watched his son leave with a confused face. But that soon passed as he figured out what they were doing. He soon followed with on last look at the boy he had grown to love as a second son. With a shake of the head, he walked off after his son and his wife.

Brom, satisfied, walked off to make sure that all was well. He knew that he would see Eragon soon. But in the meantime, he wanted to go and make sure that that last egg was taken care of. Eragon had told him that it was still in Galbatorix's castle, so Brom went to go and talk to Ajihad to make sure that that taken care of.

"Mother…?" Eragon wasn't at all surprised to see her, but to actually see her was amazing. To not know what your mother looked like, to not see your mother all of your life, to not know wither she had been strong, smart, kind or mean…then to just see her out of the blue…it was almost to much for him to handle.

"Yes Eragon…it's me." Selena tried to hold back the tears that threatened to over flow…she had to be strong. She didn't know what Eragon had gone through, truth be told, when she heard that Eragon was here, she demanded to see him at once. He looked okay…maybe a bit banged up…but who cares about that? All she knew was that Eragon had just finished fighting in the war; she didn't even know that Eragon had killed Galbatorix. "Eragon I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for you when your were growing up-"

"No. It's fine. That's over and done with now. We're here now and…I'm just glad that you're here and I could finally meet you." With that Selena lost it. Her tears came down in streams as she ran for her youngest son. She embraced him in a huge motherly hug. She had been worried that Eragon would be mad that she hadn't taken care of him during his childhood. But all of those thoughts disappeared when her hug was accepted and returned just as full.

Eragon had at first been surprised when she had hugged him so. But then he forgot it all as he hugged his mother back with that one of a kind son to motherly love.

Elsewhere in the Varden camp…

Arya walked along the many worn pathways of the Varden camp in deep thought. She knew that since the prophecy had been fulfilled that her father would be back as well. She hadn't seen him in so long…since she was a tiny child. She wondered if he would recognize her. As she walked along, she passed a couple hugging. She turned to look and soon noticed that it wasn't a couple. It was Eragon. She studied to lady that he was hugging. She was beautiful she had to admit. She was also crying. Those two look so much a like…then it clicked. That's his mother! She was happy for Eragon.

Arya turned and was just starting off on her journey to find her father when she bumped into someone. Being completely embarrassed that she had bumped into someone, she looked up to apologize when she stopped short. Her heart started to beat three times faster. Her breathes in small puffs. He head started to swirl with a mix of emotions, most of then one that she hadn't felt for a long time. Only one person made her feel like that. Only one person made her feel like she was melting, like she was floating on air. Falion.

A/N- I know that I spelt that wrong. Does anyone have the spelling to his name? I can't find it in Eldest and I don't own Eragon. So if anyone can please help me, it would be great appreciated. Thank you. By the way, my made up character will enter in the next chapter.: )Now…R&R! Please!