I smelled the fresh pine scented air of my home, Du Welenvarden. "It's good to be home Ema," I told her.
Her reply was, "I feel for you when you get stuck in that prison of a house in that dark city."
The odd thing about my best friend is that as easily I can talk in her head she can talk out loud like an elf. We spent the day in the skies because I missed this opportunity last year on my eleventh birthday. I often though out loud and this was no exception, "Ema, most people think that I would love all this attention, but I don't want to be a rider; I want to be an animal doctor. Of course with magic this means no operations on the poor things."
Ema comforted me and reminded me that I was just an escape line from her egg. She had been in her egg for a hundred years when my father came into power. So neither of us was mad at each other. But I was feeling differently, for some reason I was nauseous. I told Ema to land and right as she landed I let loose. Elves came running from all directions to see if I was alright as I was their last hope for the fight against my father. All went black.
Next thing I recalled I was in my mom's room on a cot. She said that I had been unconscious for eight months before I started to get better. No one in Du Welenvarden knew what happened. I wouldn't be going to father's place that year because I was still feeling nauseous.
In the middle of December my mom threw a party to celebrate the return of Vi from her first solo trip to Father's palace. Meanwhile I was trying to figure out what caused my sudden illness. My only thoughts were either a slow acting poison given to me by Father, or getting a major human illness. But there was no real way to know without trying it again. But Vi was extremely jealous that I missed visiting father this year. After she expressed her feeling about me not going, she also revealed that Father was upset that I couldn't make it as well. But it could still be him, or that little creep that he's always with!