Du Fyrn Sulblaka? No! It's not possible! Cried Saphira. There must be an explanation. Oh! I know! it must be a vision from Glaedr's Eldunari! She cried triumphantly.
He was born after the war. And if it was from Glaedr's Eldunari, we'd be seeing this through his eyes, not our own, Eragon replied. He didn't want to argue, but he knew that they had somehow been sent back in time.
Eragon. Saphira said. Look.
He looked at where Saphira had motioned with her wing. A young man was crouched at the edge of a cliff, looking at something. A gust of wind moved his hair, revealing pointed ears.
An elf! Cried Eragon.
Saphira landed behind the elf, causing a small rustling noise. He jumped and spun around, catching sight of Saphira's wing.
"Don't kill me, dragon!" he wailed, cringing. Then Eragon got a clear view of the elf's face.
There, standing on the cliff in front of them, was Eragon I, clutching a white dragon egg.