Twisted Fate

Prologue

On an ominous midsummer night, a pair of hooded figures holding a bundle traveled deep into the depths of Du Welduvarden. They stopped at an abandoned glade. The shorter of the hooded figures threw off her hood, revealing and elvish face! She had pale blond, auburn hair. She talked in the common tongue to her companion in a silvery voice.

"Do you think she will be safe? She is our daughter after all."

"Arawen, my dearest, she will be safe. We don't need the world to know that she is our child."

"Your right. She is different. If anyone, expecially Galbatorix found out about or even found her, she would be used as a tool and hurt. We weren't supposed to have a child anyway."

"Say goodbye to our daughter, Arawen. Leave the books. Remember she will have as many as she desires. Your name is Elvara ,little one, grow and be strong."