Chapter XIII
I have Visions of Past Events

My head spun, and I only saw only blackness, then I saw "her". The woman was running from a person with maroon hair and eyes, a Shade. The Shade was different from Durza, but I didn't know how. The Shade commanded fire in front of the woman, making her run the other way. The Shade appeared in front of her, blocking her from running away, and making her recoil. She looked for a way to escape, but since she had nowhere to go she took a royal blue stone out of a cloth pouch, said something in the ancient language and the stone disappeared.
Wait! I thought, running from something, that spell, the stone, that's Arya! I'm seeing things of past time!

Then the vision disappeared and I only saw Arya in a stone-walled room looking up at me.

Amber, is that you?
Yes. I thought you were held captive at Urû'baen?
Not 'were' I am captured and held at Urû'baen, she said sadly, Do you know who the new Rider is yet?
Yes, as a matter of fact…

Arya gave a yelp and collapsed to the stone floor.

Arya!
Amber, I have two things I desperately need to tell you, about your parents.
But I already…
No, I am not your sister and Islanzadí is not your mother, she said getting up, you see Islanzadí found you wandering in the forest so she took you in. You were also the first to be blessed, at your age, by Du Arget Garjzla at the Agaetí Blödhren that's why you're an elf.
Du Arget Garjzla? I asked not familiar with the name.
Yes, Du Arget Garjzla, The Silver Light, is what we call Brom's Saphira. Back to the subject I actually know who your real parents are.
What does it matter, I'm going to die anyway, and no one would be devastated, I said now trying to hold back tears.
Arya didn't say anything for a few minutes.

Arya, ARYA!
AMBER! How could you say that, I still care for you as a sister? If you died because of me I would go insane! Your parents are- are…
Arya, say it already!
Brom and Selena! she said after gasping for air, you're important, she added faintly.

Her breath seemed to be catching, I was right; she spread her hand across her heart and dropped to the floor gasping desperately for air.

Arya, Arya, ARYA!
Her eyes remained shut tight and now she was barely breathing. My vision of her changed to swirling blackness, I can't believe I am Brom's daughter! Wait what they call Eragon, Eragon Bromsson! Eragon's my brother! I can not tell Ellestygia this.
The swirling darkness was getting closer and closer to me, I'm slipping away, and no one can stop it.
I started to cry as I thought this.

Chapter XIV
Christal's Loss

"Kveykva!" I heard someone shout.
All of a sudden the swirling darkness was illuminated, and I found myself looking at Christal, who was crouching over me.
"Amber!" she shouted and pulled me into a hug.
"What happened?"
"Well you tried…"
"No, the spell."
"Oh, well, you were barely breathing, so I told Ellestygia I should do something, and I had learned what kveykva could do, because of you. She told me not to, but I did it anyway."
"Good, in that case I wouldn't have listened to either," I said smiling, "and, you saved my life, thank you."
Ellestygia craned her neck down into my hands.
I'm sorry, Amber, I just didn't want you to get hurt by the magic, Ellestygia said softly.
"Well if she hadn't, you'd be gone too."
I walked over to Friciey, who was as still as rock, he was not even breathing.
"Oh no," I said under my breath.
Christal fell to the ground for no apparent reason.
"Christal!" I yelled.
"I'm fine," she said jumping up," but it's like I lost mobility in my body or something like it."
I quickly went to her and grabbed her hand, looking at her palm.
"What are you doing?"
"I was told that when a Rider's dragon dies the gedwëy ignasia on the Rider's palm turns black."
She looked scared at my words. I noticed her gedwëy ignasia was half-black and the rest was slowly following spot-by-spot turning the silver to black.

"Christal, Friciey is slipping away, entering the darkness, fading away," I said trying to avoid the word dying.
Christal ran to her dying dragon. She fell to her knees by her dragon, throwing her arms around his neck.
Friciey, I called with my mind.
Yes, came his labored reply.
What's happening to Christal's gedwëy ignasia, I've never seen it go like that.
Her gedwëy ignasia is changing as my heart grows weaker. You did the best you could, but my injuries are too severe, and besides if I lived my life it would be horrible, my chest and neck are just hurt too badly I would be in so much pain. I can't live on, it would be too hard.
No, you can't leave Christal, she needs you, please don't leave her!
I'm sorry, Amber, it's… it's just… better this way… he said his words labored and faded.
I was immediately withdrawn from his mind. I heard Christal yelling her dragon's name.
"Christal, enough, he's gone," I said my voice barely audible.
"NO!" she yelped, "No, no no!"
"Christal, you can't stop it, it's too late."
She broke down, sobbing like I had never seen. I went over to her, gently hugging her to comfort her loss. She stood there in my embrace for at least two hours, until Christal stopped crying and laid down to sleep. I laid down by Ellestygia and looked up at the gem-like stars, wondering what would happen next.
I woke in the middle of the night to a blinding light. I looked to the sky, and I saw a bright silver figure flying through the black sky. It landed between Christal and Friciey, who were four feet apart. Now I could see the silver creature was in the shape of a dragon, and the light it was giving off was its brilliant silver-colored scales. I stood up and just stared at it, bewildered at what it was doing here of all places. The dragon walked over to Friciey's limp body, and laid its wings over Friciey's chest. As soon as its wings touched Friciey a flash of silver light illuminated the sky. The dragon roared and in one minute Friciey rose.
"Tha… tha… that's impossible, even with magic it wouldn't work," I whispered to myself, "if you try to bring anything back to life it would kill you and still not work!"
I tried to think of anyway possible, but nothing came to mind. Friciey was looking around, looking confused that he could see at all. The silver creature walked to me, and looked at me with sapphire eyes.
"Wh… wh… who are you?" I stammered not wanting to get hurt.
The creature touched my mind, I am… wait you can see me? it asked in a soft, female voice.
"Yes, I believe so," I said.
I am Du Arget Garjzla.
Arya's words rang in my head, "You were the first to be blessed by Du Arget Garjzla, that's what we call Brom's Saphira."
"Saphira?" I asked hopeful.
Yes, but I haven't been called that since I was killed in the battle against Morzan, she said, not many people know that, so how do you know it.
"That's easy, Eka eddyr Amber Bromsdaughter," I said in the ancient language.
B-B- Bromsdaughter? she stammered confused, I thought Brom only had a son…
"Eragon? Yes, so did I, but I guess we were both wrong there, weren't we?"

Yes, I guess so, she chuckled. I knew he kept many secrets, even from me, but his own daughter?
"And son."
He hasn't told Eragon?
"He never told Eragon," I said my throat feeling like I was holding back tears, thinking of why Brom never told Eragon.
What do you mean 'never'?
"He was going to, I guess, but he was killed before that happened," I said feeling like the tears were going to surface.
He was k…k…killed!
"Yes", I said softly.
Tell me who it is, and I'll kill them! she said flaring up instantly.
"Don't worry about that, Eragon took care of him," I said and couldn't help breaking into a huge smile at the thought of Eragon killing Durza.
I told her my role in Brom's death and what Eragon did to avenge Brom.
"Anyway, what are you doing here?" I asked after I was done.
I watch over Alagaësia to make sure no battles start that remake the Fall all over again.
"Oh, well, I meant what are you doing here?"
Oh, well, I also take dragons that have…uh… died and they help me keep order.
"So you're a ghost?"
No, I'm a spirit, like most people or animals after they die, but we are different than a ghost because we can be seen by certain people and we can do a lot more than ghosts can.
"So Friciey isn't alive, is he?"
I'm sorry, I, like every other magic user, can't bring anything back to life, but I can turn them into spirits after their deaths, only dragons though.
"Oh," I said kind of disappointed that I wouldn't give Christal any uplifting news.
I'm sorry, but… she started, but paused as the sun's first rays peaked through the lowest point in the ground. They hit her brilliant scales and shot rainbow colors all over the camp.
I must go when the sun rises because spirits, unlike ghost, shouldn't be seen in the day, so I must go, she said, come young dragon.
"How will I know this isn't a dream?" I said before she could leave.
By this, she said touching my gedwëy ignasia with her nose. She flew off, Friciey following, as I fell asleep with the help of her magic.