"Is something wrong?" Arya asked as Eragon walked into the kitchen.

"Hmm?" He asked, snapping out of his daze.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, I'm fine."

She left him alone after that, content on eating her bread. The elf had her doubts about his answer though. She had felt his mind, all his pain and agony, and that was only for a few seconds. She couldn't imagine living like that, nor could she fathom loosing her other half. She had lost her best friend, and her pain came no where near Eragons.

'Faolin' She thought with a sigh.

'Stop it Arya!' The princess snapped at her self, disgusted by how self consumed she could be at times. Slowly, she glanced at Eragon. He was sitting on a stool, holding a piece of bread, staring into the distance. His eyes had a glazed look; no longer did they shine. Arya couldn't help feeling sorry for him and...what was that other emotion she felt? Was it..

She quickly dismissed it before she inspected it farther. Ever since Faolin died emotion had scared her, and she had found it was very efficient just to hide her feelings. This had become a habit and if she even wanted to feel anything but numb, she would have to concentrate very hard. After another sigh, she tried again,

"Are you sure your alright Eragon?" She asked, adding some force to her voice.

"I said I was fine!" He yelled, standing and storming out of the room. All Arya could to was stare at the empty door way, wondering what she did wrong.

(POV change: Eragon)

'Why did you do that?' Eragon asked himself.

'She is just so annoying sometimes, I just lost it.' He reasoned.

'But that is no reason to snap at her, she was just making sure you were alright.'

He sighed in defeat, crashing onto his straw mattress. No matter how hard he tried, he was not able to justify snapping at Arya. Although he knew it wasn't right, he was also not willing to apologize. He had said he was fine, why didn't she believe him?

Deep down, he knew the answer. He was definitely not alright, and some how she knew it.

'But how?' Eragon thought.

Hours later, when the sun had long since disappeared, Eragons room was suddenly filled with a golden light. Jumping up, Eragon shifted his gaze around his room.

'Eragon' Someone said. The voice was familiar, as if from a dream.

'Eragon.' It said again. This time Eragon responded.

"Who is there?"

'Are you do distraught that you do not recognize your teachers voice?' It asked. And then it hit him.

'Glaedr?' Eragon asked, walking to his pack.

'Yes it is I.'

'It has been so long...' Eragon said, reaching for the golden jewel. The second his had made contact with the gold surface, Eragons arm was filled with heat. The stinging sensation was so strong, Eragons vision faded. Images flashed passed his eyes. He saw a little girl, laying on her back in the dirt. Her big brown eyes shone up in horror at a man who was towering over her. Tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks, and she whispered,

"Please don't hurt me.' The man just laughed, and leaned closer to her face. When he was only a few inches away, he pulled something out from behind him. It was long and shiny, just barely it caught the moon light. A knife. The mans face twisted into a smile as he dragged the cold blade across her cheek; causing the girl to cry out in pain.

"PLEASE STOP!" She yelled in a pleading voice. The man laughed again and dug the knife deeper. Another cry escaped the girls lips as she tried to flinch away from the sharp metal.

Suddenly the girl was gone. In her place a boy stood, hugging his mother. Tears flooded his eyes as he squeezed his mother tighter.

"What do you mean he is dead?" The boy croaked, obviously struggling to speak.

"I'm so sorry." The woman replied, wiping tears from his face. Tears of her own started to roll down her already tear stained cheeks.

"He can't be gone!" The boy yelled, tearing out of his mothers grasp. "Your not telling me the truth!"

"Daniel please." His mother said, begging with her eyes. The boy had heard enough. He spun on his heals and ran out of the kitchen into the back yard. He didn't stop there, he kept running. Behind him he heard his mother begging him to come back; but he ignored her pleads. Instead, he pushed his legs to go faster.

He ran until his legs burned, and his breathing came in gasps. Eventually, he couldn't run anymore. His small legs gave out underneath him and he collapsed. Sweat ran down his neck, indicating how far he had run. Gasping for air, he rolled onto his back so he could face the sky.

'Father isn't gone.' He thought to himself.

But he was. Daniel had seen him die him self. Not able to take it anymore, the boy stood up. Even though his legs screamed in protest, he pushed on. Slowly, he made his way to the small stream his father called 'Daniels Pond.'

The boy took one more step, and he was at the edge of the rushing water. One last time, Daniel bent his legs and pushed of the ground. In seconds he was deep in the icy water, holding his breath. Minutes passed, and still he did not come up for air. His lungs began to burn as he ran out of oxygen. Without thinking, he took a deep breath sucking in water. Sputtering and coughing, he swam farther down the stream and grabbed a small rock.

'I'm sorry mom.' He thought as his vision darkened to the blackness of death.

'Eragon!' Glaedr yelled, ripping Eragon from the visions. The boy took a few baffled steps back, wiping away the tears that were left on his face.

'I tried to stop you, but I was to late.' Glaedr said.

'Wh...what was that?' Eragon stuttered.

'My state of mind...I am still not over my riders death...' There was silence before he continued, 'The time for morning is over. If I am to help you defeat Galbatorix, there is work to be done.'

(POV Change: unknown.)

"Yes. Yes. I understand." The man whispered into the enchanted mirror.

"Good. Do not fail me again." Galbatorix hissed, venom clear in his voice.

"I will not my king."

"I should hope not. We do not want to go through your...lesson again." With that the mirror faded, leaving the man staring at his reflection.

A/N: Sorry it is short, but hey it's an update! :) I really did want to write more but I have to be in a depressed mood to write this story and unfortunately I am a happy peppy person. Lucky for you something bad happened today to make me feel depressed so you got this! I know it isn't great but...I hope you still enjoyed it.

Please review! :)

Reply to THeReeDeR9295: Here's the next chapter. :) what do you think?

Reply to mir: Yes he was watching the allies. :P Now you might have a clue as to why...

Reply to Restrained . Freedom: Thank you! :) I'm glad you are injoying.

Reply to EminemBitches: O_O ….you wanted Saphira dead? …...lol. Well yes she is dead...

Reply to basketballstar: well now it shouldn't be weird at all! :) he did have a reason for watching him.