Mora realized that while in the darkness, her young adult form had faded, leaving just her soul and conscience behind. It fMora elt weird but at the same time, she didn't mind it. Though it was lonely being just her in the dark. Well, she was alone for a little while, but suddenly a new soul emerged with her, this one young and not fully grasping the knowledge that Mora had.

Well that's weird. Mora thought, reaching out with her mind to the younger soul with her. the younger one prodded back, making the elder girl giggle. She knew exactly to whom this soul belonged, and she was happy. This was Arya, The Princess of Elves. But that also begged the question, why? Why was she here in this cramped little space? That is the question Mora was now scouring her brain to find out.

Their time in this dark space spanned a while now, and both Arya's and Mora's souls were starting to be contained in bodies once more. Itty bitty little bodies. Mora rolled her eyes as she realized just what was happening. It was like all the fanfictions she had read in her world. One being gets transported to a new world, only to be reborn into one of the races.

Now this, this complicates things. If she had any inkling as to what was going to go down, Mora in a few more months time, was going to be reborn into an elven body...and be Princess to the whole nation of elves. Great, just freaking great. She thought once more, her little body thrashing around. Arya's mind reached out to her, her feelings of concern and fear for the sake of her twin's well-being coming across.

This, this actually shocked the girl. She was still on the edge about being reborn into this world. In her mind, there was really nothing more she could add to the story. Everything came to a pretty good ending, well, except for the fact that her twin and Eragon finally found love, only for it to be ripped away. Mora sent a gentle wave of love and calm to her sister, her mind wandering once more. She wondered what path this world would take her on, though she surmised it would be a powerful one, as well, she was going to be princess and twin to one of the main characters.

The next few months passed and she felt her body growing in Islanzadi's womb, her twin growing just as steadily. Arya and Mora used their mental connection to send feelings back and forth, their way of communicating without words. Finally the fateful day had come, and the queen of the Elves gave birth to the two girls, both having been sung out of her womb.

Arya was out first, followed by Mora. Islanzandi held the two girl in her arms before kissing their foreheads and smiling brightly. "Ayra and Mordes." Islanzandi felt right about naming her daughters what she did, and for both Arya and Mordes, they felt at peace with their names.

It had been many years since the day of their birth and Arya and Mordes were hardly ever apart. They were twins through and through. Arya had the bright green eyes, and ebony hair, nearly the spitting image of their mother, Mordes, though her name meant Night Maiden, had fiery red hair and silvery eyes. This pleased the younger sister as that was her natural in both worlds.

Arya and Islanzandi couldn't for the life of them figure out where she got it from, but at the same time, they didn't care. She was their family member and loved by all. While Arya became very skilled in fighting and spells, Mora was nearly her equal, they could round for round in fighting and casting spells, and each round would end in a draw. The elves around them realized early on that they relied on each other, though the two never really realized it themselves.

"Arya, do you ever wonder what's beyond the forest?" Mora asked her twin, her silver eyes looking around the area, alight with curiosity. She knew it was dangerous to leave the protection of the forest, but she really really wanted to know.

"I do, but mother forbids it for our safety. If anyone were to realize just who we were, we would get captured or killed. Either is not a fate I want to have happen to either of us. We are two halves of a whole and for one of us to come in any danger, it is well, it is terrifying." The raven haired female responded, though a small look of wanderlust contorted her features for a second.

"What I would give to go out and explore the world, collecting knowledge and using it for the better. Our world is coming to and end Arya. You have to realize...From the whispers of the forest and what lies beyond it, the oath-breaker continues to abuse his power. Some day our peace will no longer exist." Mora said, sighing softly as she played out both the movie and the books in her head. She could potentially stop the war as soon as it really began, but then again, was she really ready at this point in time to carry such a burden? She was still a child in her race's eyes.

"When that time comes I am sure mother would come to her senses."

"Of course. I apologize for my rambling." Mora said softly before standing and giving her sister a wistful smile. They were close, but Arya was naive about the world, which Mora blamed her mother for. Their mother had good intentions, just, went about it the wrong way. "I'm gonna go walk around the forest." Mora said, standing up and giving her sister a small wave, melting into the shadows and vanishing into the trees.

Arya both loved and hated the way her sister could just walk among the shadows, like she had no fear, but then again, her name did mean Shadow Maiden, so it was a given. Arya rolled her eyes before walking to find someone to spar with, leaving Mora to do whatever it was she wished.

Mora hummed as she walked among the old trees, her silvery eyes gleaming in the shadows, the only true sign she was even there. She pondered for a few moments as to what she could do, and with a smile, she made her way toward the Craigs where Oromis resided. They had started a game among themselves. For every time Mora went to visit, if she could sneak past their defenses, she would be rewarded with some form of training.

She started off badly, or so Oromis thought. she blundered into every trap and walked around so obviously the elderly elf thought there was no hope for the young female. But as time went by, he started realizing that she had been using a strategy most never thought of. Mora had been deliberately running into his traps to find out where and what they were, and using that knowledge to avoid them.

Many times she had nearly gotten the drop on them, but thanks to his dragon, he knew of it only a few seconds before she struck. this time though, Mora had done things very differently. She cleverly avoided all of his traps, and this time went a step further by cloaking her aura and sticking to the shadows, blending in with them. The young elfling had actually managed to sneak by Glaedr and when Oromis came in from doing whatever it was he did, Mora was sitting at his table drinking a cup of tea.

"Kvetha Fricai," Mora said, raising the cup of tea with a smirk on her face. Her silvery eyes glimmered with pride.