Brotherhood Never Fades

by Firestar'sniece

After the war Eragon goes missing and Murtagh is determined to find his brother. However Eragon is afraid of what he has become and doesn't want to come home. So he stays away. But as strange occurrences happen in Alagaesia and people are coming back from the dead, both must challenge authority, and Jane and Alec must choose between Eragon, their new coven brother, and the Volturi.

10. Chapter 10: Jane and Alec

I don't own Twilight or the Inheritance Cycle.

Chapter Ten: Jane and Alec

(Jane Point of View)

The moment Jane returned, still in a sour mood at Eragon's arrival, she noticed that the silver haired elf was waiting for them. It was twilight now, and though she had a necklace to hide her from the sun, she preferred twilight. It had been her life for a long time.

Oromis politely waited for them to approach. No other person was on the street, interestingly enough, and Alec gave her a curious glance. Perhaps the inhabitants had been subtly warned about vampires. Good. It was a way to keep the ravenous covens in check.

He was still startled at their speed, but he seemed less disturbed by it. "Oromis," Alec nodded to the elf. They were just outside citadel, and then entered inside with him.

Appearing somewhat nervous, Oromis asked them, "You said you came to stop the covens doing all this destruction?

"Yes," Jane rolled her eyes, impatient.

Taking a deep breath, Oromis relayed them Marna's destruction.

Jane and Alec exchanged looks. "We'll have to look into it," Alec replied, not taking his eyes off of Jane.

The female vampire stiffened when the breeze came, and the smell of a particular vampire came to her. "Eragon," she greeted stiffly, and the sound of footsteps was behind her.

Oromis had his eyes behind her, and Jane reluctantly turned around to face Eragon. The former elf nodded to her. "Greetings, Jane."

"Unless you're here with useful information, I suggest you leave," was Alec's terse reply, but Eragon didn't budge.

"Actually," Eragon took a step forward, and sensing the tension, Oromis was quick to get out of there. Glaedr plopped down from the sky and promptly picked up his rider, taking him elsewhere. Meanwhile, Bid'Daum was circling overhead. "I was hoping that you'd consider taking me along if you go over to Marna."

"Why?" Alec was suspicious.

Shrugging, Eragon responded, "I think it would be useful to see what's going on, don't you?"

"You're not coming," Jane was firm.

"Relax," Eragon tried to reassure her. "I know it's not a date. Besides, I only want to repair things."

"Do you?" Alec challenged.

At this point, a growl escaped Eragon. He was firm. "I know the coven took hostages, Jane. I know that Murtagh's family and friends are among them. You and I both smelled that Riley's coven was here. Someone had to have alerted them that you were coming. That's the only reason they would have vacated. And they took the hostages with them."

"And that's why you want to come?" Jane was reluctant. She knew that Eragon and Eragon had gotten close, a little too close for her liking. She didn't want Eragon influencing her coven mate in... particular ways. She didn't quite trust him.

"We at least need to check things out," Eragon was firm. "And if I can get a sniff of the hostages, if only to reassure Eragon and Murtagh, then at least I can pass on reassurances."

"It's nothing that we can't do," Alec narrowed his eyes.

"And yet," Eragon challenged. "You have yet to go after the hostages."

"As has Emilie."

"She's staying her for her imprintee," Eragon defended. "And the wolves want to stay to keep an eye on him. He's not safe. But that's not the point. We still need to find out if Riley has killed the hostages or not."

"He won't," Jane was sure. "He needs them alive."

"And the way I look at it, the less power to them, the better," Eragon grinned.

Growling, realizing that there was no deterring him, still suspicious of his motives, Jane accepted. Perhaps it would be good to take him along, if only to keep an eye on him. Evidently, Alec felt the same way.

"Let's go then," Jane commanded and began running.

Her companions weren't far behind her. Bid'Daum stayed behind.

(Murtagh Point of View)

Jane and Alec had disappeared pretty quickly with the older Eragon. Eragon his brother, being close to Jane and Alec, was looked at as the next head of the coven. He began coordinating quickly with Emilie in order to secure borders.

Murtagh had an idea where the Volturi twins were going. The news about Marna would have reached them. And, as Murtagh knew already, the hostages had gone with Riley. He wouldn't let them out of his sight.

Murtagh didn't know how he felt about Morzan being hostage. Jane had finally admitted it to Eragon and him when they'd arrived in Alagaesia. "We just wanted you to be prepared," Alec had told him, a concerned look in his eye. "We know you and him had a rough childhood."

"Who else?" Eragon was wary.

"A couple of elves, probably Forsworn as there were three dragons," Jane admitted. "We can't release any of them as hostages yet. They'd die in a fight, so we have to be careful how we do this, otherwise all of the hostages will die. Riley won't be afraid to kill them. He probably thinks he can bring them back from the underworld. However, we're not so trained, so we won't be able to pinpoint individuals to bring back, or groups. Riley has the advantage in that he can. But he won't bring anyone back if he kills them. Chances are, he'll just take another hostage."

And so, Murtagh had to face the reality that his father was alive. The man had been abusive to him and his mother. But, he was still his father.

'I don't owe him anything,' Murtagh thought. Yes, that meant that the estate was no longer his, but who cared? He had managed to accrue enough wealth for himself anyways. And Emilie was very rich. The princess could easily take care of him and support him. Even the Volturi twins were rich.

He didn't think it would take this long. Marna was hardly far away to a vampire. But, eventually, one of the wolves went out to accompany the twins. Emilie quickly received communication back: they were watching the covens.

"So it'll probably be some time. They're probably trying to uncover any weaknesses," Emilie explained to him as they walked through the castle in the open sunlight. She was in all black, in jeans and a t-shirt. "That, and since there were Forsworn involved, I talked to Oromis about it. He knows the risks, but with Lord Davien hostage, and innocent, he is reluctant to ask us to do a rescue that will probably go wrong."

"Why are Jane and Alec holding back?" Murtagh asked. "With the talents they have, particularly Jane and Alec, they could easily take them down."

"And they'll just come back," Emilie pointed out. "No, best to be strategic about this." At that, Emilie looked at him curiously. "I think you'll be talented as well when you're turned. I wonder what talent you'll have."

With that, Murtagh's thoughts drifted. They didn't say much the remainder of their date. 'Interesting that I'd be talented like my brother, though,' Murtagh considered.

He flew with Thorn later. 'Thinking about anything?' the dragon asked him.

'Not much,' Murtagh admitted. 'Emilie seems to think I'll be talented when I'm turned.'

'Oh?' Thorn was curious. 'Perhaps you were meant for that world.'

'Yeah,' Murtagh thought,distant in his thoughts now.

Suddenly, in the distance, a green dragon was seen. Murtagh frowned. It clearly wasn't vampiric. If it was, it would be moving much faster. But, as the figure approached, and he saw Arya on top, his eyes widened. "Arya!"

"Murtagh!" Arya smiled when she saw him, and her eyes appraised him and his figure. They quickly exchanged greetings, fingers to lips. It was then that she gave him a satisfied look. "You look... better."

"I feel better," Murtagh admitted, quite calm. He was quickly returning to his former self.

Once again, Arya was looking him over, and she seemed satisfied. "I'm glad you're feeling better." But she also seemed puzzled suddenly. "Firnen and I can't communicate anymore."

Murtagh smiled, probably the first time in a long while. 'Come,' Thorn invited Firnen and Arya. He used the technique Saphira had taught them, stunning both dragon and rider as they heard his voice in their ears. 'Why don't we head back to the castle? I promise I'll explain how I'm doing this later to Firnen.'

"Yes," and Arya had a concerned expression. But she shook it off and continued. "There are other elves coming, but I insisted on coming ahead, since Firnen and I are dragon and rider. I take it Nasuada is being held in the castle?"

"Yes," Murtagh nodded, but he held back the part that the wolves were keeping her confined to her room. There was no need to breach about the supernatural world yet, or about Eragon being alive.

Eragon. He was going to be a headache, well both of them would be. One was the original rider, and the other was not in an unofficial relationship with Jane. Or he was. No one really knew, and Murtagh wasn't sure that Jane and Eragon knew either. How was he going to explain that? Of course, could always let his brother do the explaining...

When Arya saw his frown, she raised her eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

"No," Murtagh cringed inwardly. "Just... complicated?"

She frowned further, and they remained in silence. When Firnen landed, letting her rider off, Thorn landed as well. They both took the saddles off, and then the dragons were back to the stronghold.

Murtagh wasn't sure how to broach the topic, let alone the vampire one. Emilie had given her permission, and since Murtagh wasn't a vampire, he didn't need Jane and Alec's permission, being under the protection of the Quileutes. "There's something you should know..." Murtagh broached as they walked in.

"Oh?" Arya, who was in a tunic, crown on her head, turned to Murtagh.

He wasn't sure which he should explain first, that Eragon was a vampire, or that he'd possibly fallen out of love with her. "Eragon..." he trailed off, and Arya was in shock.

She turned to him quickly. "Did you find something?" she was quick to ask, almost eager, desperate.

That's when Murtagh knew he couldn't do it. Knowing he had a second excuse, and silently thanking the original Eragon, he shook his head. "Not him," he said in the ancient language, changing the topic, but she didn't need to know that. "The original."

Arya's face fell. Murtagh winced inwardly, but didn't let it show. He hated holding everything back, but as a last minute excuse, he didn't think that he should get involved in his brother's romances. "He's... been around," Murtagh finally admitted in the ancient language.

"How?" Arya was stunned.

"I'll let him explain," Murtagh promised, going further inside the castle. "But it's all linked. Everything. There was a reason he went missing so long ago."

It was then that it happened. In the distance, in the hallway, there was a figure. He stood stalk still as only a vampire could, and Arya stopped when she saw him.

Murtagh waited to see what would happen. Both figures were stunned, and Arya was gazing in alarm at this figure. And then, her expression changed. "Eragon?" she said softly, almost not recognizing him.

Eragon was in front of her in an instant, and she yelped. "Not the original," Eragon promised, his expression contained, but also emotional. "He went out with some friends. He'll be around though, as Murtagh told you."

"You... you heard?" she was surprised.

"I can hear for miles," Eragon admitted.

Arya's expressions were quickly changing, and Murtagh backed up, realizing they needed some space. No doubt he would hear later about how this all went down.

Quickly hurrying to the dragon hold, he heard went to find his dragon. Firnen was nowhere to be seen, but Thorn was around. And he was alone.

'How did it go?' Thorn winced.

'I didn't tell her,' Murtagh admitted. 'I thought I'd let Eragon do it.'

'It's probably better that way,' Thorn admitted. 'Jane and Eragon aren't even in an official relationship, even if they eye each other like they want to be. Besides, Arya is his first love. We don't know which way he'll swing. He hasn't taken a mate yet. And with vampires, mates are forever.'

'If you had to decide,' Murtagh curled into his dragon's side after Thorn settled down. 'Who would you want Eragon to be with?'

'I won't decide,' Thorn was firm. 'As far as I'm concerned, it's not our business.'

But both winced as a cry of anger and grief from Arya rang through the castle. Quickly getting up, Murtagh walked to the edge where there was a sheer drop and saw Arya running below. Firnen was down below, and Arya ran to her dragon.

Thorn and Murtagh exchanged a look.

'She heard.'

And she hadn't taken it well.

(Some time later)

There were rumors going on in the coven and the wolves. But of course, they would have heard, even if they had subtly given Eragon and Arya some privacy. Not wanting to snoop, but curious, Murtagh asked Emilie in the afternoon what had gone down. Eragon had run out and not come back, taking Hiro-sama and Jordan with him for protection.

"What happened?" Murtagh asked.

"What do you think happened?" Emilie replied, raising an eyebrow. "Eragon wasn't exactly faithful to her."

"But it's not like they were married!" Murtagh blurted out.

Emilie sighed upon this. "You know nothing about women. Let me put it this way to you. Your lover goes missing and, you have a hard time moving on. Several months later, after thinking he was dead the whole time, you're overjoyed to find out he's alive. But, to your horror, you find out that he now has feelings for someone else. How would you feel?"

"Good point," Murtagh winced, glad that Emilie was imprinted on him. Then again, maybe he shouldn't judge. Before Emilie, he'd once had feelings for Nasuada. He blushed, almost feeling like he had been unfaithful to Emilie in so doing. He'd never been sure that Nasuada had felt the same way for him though. But if she had, then she probably wouldn't like the fact that Emilie had imprinted on him and that she'd asked him to be her boyfriend.

Murtagh had said yes, after finding out what the term meant. In many ways, Murtagh was glad to finally be accepted by someone for who he was, instead of being judged as the son of Morzan.

By the time Eragon did come back with his coven mates, Arya was staying far away from him. It was clear she was mad. Murtagh was with Oromis when Eragon visited, giving a quick report before leaving.

For all the drama created though, it was becoming apparent that something had happened between Arya and Eragon. The rumors were going wild, and it was amazing how calm Oromis was. Even Vanir hadn't realized that there was anything between Eragon and Jane, as the other Eragon had shown up causing Jane to be in a sour mood. But Murtagh had been with the coven for longer. He had been in shock, remembering Eragon and Arya's relationship.

What's more, it had put a spotlight on the supernatural world. The vampires had been hiding, but since Eragon had confronted Arya, it had all come out, including the fact that Eragon wasn't human anymore. Rumors of powerful creatures present were going around. However, the word vampire and the word werewolf, or wolf, hadn't gone around yet, only that Eragon and Eragon were different.

Turning to Oromis, Murtagh asked, "How are you able to stand there and not... get involved?" The truth was, Murtagh had never trusted Jane, at least not completely. Some part of him didn't mind her as Eragon's mate, but the other hoped that Eragon would get back together with Arya.

The thing was, it was an embarrassing truth to come out. Murtagh still wasn't sure what the other elves thought of it, as most had suspected that Eragon had had feelings for Arya before going missing.

Oromis turned to Murtagh, considering him. "I suggest you stay out of it," Oromis concealed. "Let them work it out. You must understand, this isn't the first time something like this has happened among the elves. Elves will take mates for as long as they desire, but sometimes things don't work out."

"They seemed pretty committed before," Murtagh pointed out.

"But sometimes things happen," Oromis was firm. "Relationships break off. Eragon is young, and was changed young. It seems his feelings may have changed."

"I don't know," Murtagh wasn't sure. "I don't know that he'd committed himself one way or another. I think he isn't too sure about Jane either."

"You don't know that," Oromis was soft. "Let them work it out. It's not for us to decide in the romantic affairs of others."

At that, Murtagh got the hint and let it go. But he couldn't help but feel like this would lead to problems in the future, especially when Jane returned.

Jane returned a day later with Alec and Eragon and the wolf. Evidently, the word had reached her and her companions, as the wolf had been in communication with Emilie. Murtagh thought he saw a somewhat smug look on her face. But he couldn't be sure.

So could Jane truly love Eragon?

Eragon the older seemed to be observing the situation, and when Murtagh greeted them at twilight, walking through the streets, knowing he was being watched, Eragon asked him, "So, I take it we should stay away from the elf queen?"

"What could she even do to you?" Murtagh pointed out, not sure how he felt about everything.

"No," Jane agreed in her authoritative voice. "There is nothing she could do. Regardless, let's not go causing any unnecessary friction. If we come across her, we come across her."

"Which will be inevitable, seeing as you'll be indoors," Murtagh pointed out. "The trial is tomorrow. Orik arrived while the two of you were out."

"We figured," Alec told him. "We smelled dwarves and humans."

"I guess you'll be watching then?" Murtagh was curious. It was a human affair, but even Eragon was curious. That, and ever since Oromis had requested that the wolves guard the room Nasuada was in, as a show of cooperation and friendliness, and Murtagh had convinced his imprinter to go along with it, they'd been somewhat involved.

"I suppose there's nothing better to do," Jane growled.

"May as well have entertainment," Alec considered.

Murtagh frowned. Humans weren't entertainment. But, he was promptly ignored.

The vampires moved into the citadel, the wolf long gone, and Murtagh couldn't help but notice that while Jane and the older Eragon clearly weren't a couple, they were at least friendlier.

The night rolled on.

(Oromis Point of View)

He worried about Arya. The truth was, he'd watched her growing up. Having lived long and many years, he knew that sometimes relationships broke off, but it was still heartbreaking to see.

While Eragon and Arya hadn't exactly started a relationship either, it had been reaching that point, from what Oromis could tell. Then Eragon gone missing, and it had all changed.

From what little Oromis knew about vampires, they didn't take new mates, and they never moved beyond the death of a mate. Sometimes, they might trick someone into thinking they were mates to get revenge for a fallen mate, but they'd never had the bond of mates, then again. But that was rare a vampire would use another vampire in such a way.

Perhaps, in a logical way of thinking, it was better that Eragon have a vampire mate, since elves could change mates if they wished. Eragon was simply a different species, and vampires were unchanging. But, every time he thought this, his mind kept going to Arya Drotting.

Oromis wouldn't get involved. He knew it wasn't wise. But that didn't mean he didn't care.

It was the morning of the trial and all the leaders were assembled. Oromis, as leader of the riders, would be on the stand, along with King Orrin, King Orik, and Arya Drotting. Nasuada was to be tried for her crimes. Many would be present, including Brom, and the vampires no doubt would be looking in, along with the wolves.

Elves had long since replaced the post of the wolves, who had guarded her in their human state. After breakfast, they would all gather before the thrones inside the castle's main hallway, where the leaders of Alagaesia would sit and judge the former human queen.

Arya had been sitting beside Oromis, and she had a hard look on her face. Firnen was nowhere to be seen, but would return to be in the hall later. Her voice was colder than usual as she asked, "I take it Roran said he wanted her to face charges for the murders in Palancar valley?"

Choosing his words wisely, knowing that elvish women were not the kind you wanted to scorn, Oromis calmly replied, "That is what Brom said. I won't hold them from it, either."

Arya hadn't even touched her food. He wasn't sure that she'd even eaten since departing from her conversation with Eragon. From what little Oromis did know about it, Arya had been trying to get close to Eragon, relieved he was alive. She'd hugged him and expressed deep feelings for him, even romantic ones.

That's when Eragon had dropped the hint that he didn't know if a relationship was the best for them at that point. And he'd implied that he'd met someone, though from what Oromis had heard, he'd told Arya that he didn't know if a relationship was best with the new girl either. He was undecided.

Needless to say, Arya hadn't taken it well and had been miffed, especially since she had just gotten through expressing her feelings, something she didn't normally due. She probably felt her trust was broken, and Oromis didn't blame her.

But relations of the heart were hard. They always had been.

In some ways, he pitied his student who was still so young and had been turned young, forever frozen at the level of maturity that he was in. He clearly didn't know what he wanted, and now he was stuck inbetween two women.

At the very least Brom was wisely staying away from both women. Arya would not be in a mood to see him since he was related to Eragon, and Jane he seemed unsure of.

It finally became apparent that Arya would not eat. She stood up. "I have things to do," she said.

Oromis watched her leave, worry on her face. But, when Vanir came up, wanting to talk to Oromis, they exchanged greetings, and Vanir told him, "Nasuada is requesting to speak to you."

He briefly debated whether or not that was a good idea. But, shaking his head, he told him, "Tell her no. I can't give the appearance that I'm taking a side before the trial."

Vanir nodded, and he walked off. Oromis watched him go. He knew that Vanir had witnessed a lot more of the vampire world than he had, and that Eragon the older had singled him out, because he suspected he was a "representative" of sorts. Of course, Eragon had guessed correctly. And Oromis was going to be relying on Vanir a lot more from now on.

Getting up, Oromis left his plate on the table, knowing the servants would take care of it. He wanted to talk to Brom before the trial started.

(Eragon Point of View)

Saphira was out hunting for food, but she would be back before the trial. Seeing Murtagh and Thorn in the distance below, he still in the castle, a couple stories up, carefully concealed in the shadows, he raised a hand in greeting. Murtagh raised a hand back, and Thorn's voice was heard in his ear, 'I thought you were wearing your necklace?'

Waiting, knowing they couldn't hear him at that distance like he could, Eragon waited for Murtagh to mount Thorn and fly to the window. When they were hovered in the air, Thorn flapping his wings hard to keep them there, Eragon answered.

"Force of habit," Eragon admitted. "Besides, it will be easier to remain unseen to the general public if I stay in the castle."

"We're out for a fly before the trial," Murtagh told him, and with that, the dragon and rider left.

Eragon watched them for a little while before continuing through the castle. The scents of wolves and vampires were comforting and familiar to him. But he didn't like the scent of so many elves and humans, they smelling so sweet to him.

Shaking his head, knowing he should have hunted the night before, he made a decision on the destination. He knew his eyes were darkening, but he was fairly sure he had just enough self control for what he wanted to do next. Jane was the story above him on the other side of the castle, and though she would be able to hear what happened, and wouldn't approve, he didn't care. Like his namesake said, he had to make some decisions. Besides, this was personal.

Walking down the hallway, knowing that Nasuada was in a guest room instead of the dungeon, Eragon exchanged greetings with the elves who were surprised by his presence. He knew that they didn't know who he was, or about vampires, for that was being kept quiet. They had come from Du Weldonvarden, and were surprised to see him exchange the standard greeting.

Thankfully, though word had gotten out that Eragon had returned, they hadn't heard the part about vampires or the part where he looked different. Arya had kept much of the encounter secret. Only a handful knew who he really was or what he was, and for now it was best to stay that way, due to Jane and Alec. He wasn't ready to reveal himself yet. Though startled, they waited until he said, "I'd like to speak with Nasuada, if you don't mind."

Both of the elves, one male, one female, in tunics, narrowed their eyes, despite the fact that he was speaking the ancient language. He could lie in the ancient language, and they would be able to around him in it, since magic didn't work, but they didn't know that. "We've been instructed to let no one in before the trial. Why are you here?"

"It's personal," Eragon admitted smoothly. Watching them carefully, he knew they were dazzled by his appearance, as all were in the presence of vampires. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage?

Lowering his eyes, and looking up under his eye lashes, he requested again, "Pretty, pretty please?"

They were dazzled further, flustered and unable to think, especially the female. "W-what?"

"Pretty, pretty please let me in?" and Eragon added a bit more pressure, especially to the woman elf.

The female looked at her companion, unable to think straight, and after a moment, they let him in, opening the door.

"Thank you," Eragon replied smoothly, walking in with a gait and grace that would make elves look clumsy in comparison.

In front of him was Nasuada, in the corner, looking out the window. She was in a dress with lace trim, jewels sewn in. The door closed and Nasuada asked, voice strained, "Is it time?"

Her scent had perfume in it, and Eragon could hear her heart beating fast. Briefly, the thought of taking a little taste of her blood came to his mind, and he shook his head. He definitely needed to feed.

"No," his musical voice resonated, and she froze, enchanted almost. "I just came to see you."

The woman turned around, and there was the Nasuada that he somewhat remembered, except she was older. That, and she seemed different, a fallen queen now, having changed dramatically over the years, the fear of magic driving her to unspeakable acts. Briefly, Eragon remembered a quote he'd heard from a vampire, coming from something called a "movie", whatever that was. 'Fear is the path to the dark side.'

She gazed at him, startled and stunned, enraptured like the elves. Then, shaking her head, she asked, having some trouble thinking. Eragon looked to the side a little, aware that she was probably dazzled just like the elves outside. She wouldn't be able to think if he dazzled her, even accidentally. And so, he kept his expression neutral.

"What do you want then? Why do you want to see me?"

"Roran," Eragon replied softly. He hadn't remembered his cousin until Murtagh had mentioned him, and his memories were quite fuzzy. He had no need to keep them, especially since Roran was mortal, and wouldn't be alive long. It was for the best. But Murtagh knew him.

However, he had reviewed the memories, keeping them a bit fresh. And some of the feelings had returned a bit, though he was careful to make sure he didn't get too involved, since Roran was older. However, he was still protective of his old home and family. And he wanted answers from Nasuada as to why she had done what she'd done to his old home and was unable to give magicians a fair life, especially since he'd been a magician.

Nasuada tensed, anger in her gaze, faced away. "I have nothing to say."

"Oh?" and Eragon moved closer. "Don't you? You have everything to say to me, Nasuada. Now tell me about Roran."

"Why?" Nasuada eyed him, but her eyes became wary, and the tone wasn't as she'd intended, he could tell. "What is he to you?"

Snorting, Eragon walked up to her trying to keep his speed human, but clearly it was still a little too fast, for she was startled. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, even when she flinched away as he'd moved towards her. "Tell me Nasuada," Eragon murmured softly. "Have I changed so much that you don't recognize me?"

He knew he had. He already knew the answer, but he was wanting her to come to the conclusion herself without having to have it revealed to her.

Her eyes were wide with fear. But, as she looked at him, dazzled and stunned, her eyes widened further. "Eragon?" she asked with uncertainty.

Eragon released her and stepped back son. "So you do recognize me?"

She was at a loss for words, clearly not understanding how this was possible. "H-how?" she asked shaking her head. "Y-you were gone for so long!"

He chose his next words carefully, anger filling him at what he knew his cousin had been through and the village he grew up in. He knew would get nothing from her as she stood there stunned, and he was cold as he responded, "Sometimes the dead come back. To haunt the living."

With that, he turned on his heels and walked towards the door. Knocking on it, the door opened, and he marched out, graceful.

He was well aware, even as the door shut, that eyes were on him. He knew the elves had heard, but he didn't care at this point.

Eragon avoided Jane and Alec, knowing well what they would say. But he was met by another figure, the original Eragon. He was alone at this point, no one to stare at him.

"Dramatic aren't you?" Eragon was sarcastic to him and then quoted him. "'Sometimes the dead come back, to haunt the living.'"

He growled at him and older Eragon raised his eyebrows at him. "Remember where we're at," the older Eragon told him. "Unless you'd rather talk about you're new reality."

"Shut up," Eragon hissed and walked past him, at too slow a speed for his liking. He was down the hallway when the other Eragon replied from that distance, "I'm not the one that said it."

Saphira was back. Eragon went to see her.

It would be a nice distraction.

(Vanir Point of View)

When Vanir walked to the door where Nasuada was, as he was there to bring her to trial, he noticed the elves at the door talking. Exchanging greetings, he gazed at them curiously. "Is she ready?" he asked, despite everything going on.

They nodded, but then the female reached out and stopped him as he tried to go farther. "Eragon... he's so different..."

Vanir's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected Eragon to come here. Why would he?

"What happened?" Vanir hesitated, suddenly interested. Should he even ask?

They shook their heads. "We didn't recognize him," the male admitted. "He... doesn't look like he used to..."

"He asked about Roran," the female added.

Nodding, surprised that Eragon had gotten involved, he shook his head. He wasn't about to explain. "I need to escort her to trial." The discussion could be tabled with his friend for later. He knew that Eragon knew about Roran, but barely remembered him. But, perhaps some memories were coming back.

They opened the door and he saw Nasuada as he stepped inside, still stunned. She had one elbow on the desk, facing towards the door in the chair she sat in. She looked up when she saw Vanir. "I'm guessing you knew," her voice was sarcastic, and Vanir kept his expression neutral.

"About?" he replied, keeping the conversation polite. She hadn't been judged yet, and so he knew he should be polite to the former human queen.

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't know about Eragon's new appearance. I know that Oromis investigated Murtagh's disappearance. Then there are rumors of his and Eragon's return. Tell me, does Murtagh look the same way?"

"No," Vanir was carefully. 'But he will soon,' he added in his own mind, keeping that part out of her knowledge. To the elves that went to Oromis, and to the leader of the dragon riders, what Murtagh wanted was known. There was no judgment in their minds, and in many ways, they understood it.

"Hmm," she drummed her fingers on the table in thought. "Can't understand why he abandoned his students unless there is more going on." She raised her eyebrow expectantly, but nothing came. "No? No answer? You elves seem to know everything anyways. You're not going to share?"

"Nasuada," Vanir was a bit more firm. "I'm here to escort you to trial, not to play games."

"Very well," Nasuada replied with disdain, standing up. "So the human queen is going to be judged by other races. So be it."

He would have said that she was no longer a queen, but at that point there had been enough delays. So, he chose to keep his response to himself. Instead, he made sure that she exited the room, and when she did, the three elves escorted her down the various hallways and down to the lower level of the castle.

Finally, they were in the massive hallway, the crowd parting to let Nasuada through. Many races were in the crowd, and they all looked at Nasuada, some shaking their heads.

When the crowd had completely parted, the thrones of the rulers of the other nations were seen. Oromis was at the far right, with Glaedr beside him. Brom stood off to the side with Saphira. Beside him was Murtagh, Thorn beside him. Other riders were in the crowd with their dragons.

Vanir tried to inconspicuously look around the ceiling, knowing that there were probably vampires hidden there. He also scanned the upper levels where there were windows from the upper stories to peer into the hallway. There were probably more vampires and wolves there. Despite that, he saw no vampires or wolves present. Then again, why would he? They kept themselves hidden.

The female elf glanced at him curiously when she saw him looking around at apparently nothing, but he shook his head to indicate that it wasn't the time.

To the left of Oromis sat Arya, Firnen beside her. To the left of Firnen sat King Orrin, and King Orik to his left. Nasuada, in front of the elves who were escorting her, the small train on her dress spread out to the full, stood bold in front of her judges. Vanir and the other elves melted back into the crowd, staying in the front.

"Nasuada," King Orrin greeted her without expression, and the other judges merely watched her. Finally, Orrin stood and addressed everyone. "Nasuada, the former queen of the empire that she never decided what to name is here to be judged for her various crimes against the nations of Alagaesia, and for her crimes to the magicians."

The king sat down, and one by one, witnesses were brought forward. Though Nasuada kept a calm demeanor, Vanir couldn't help but notice that she clenched her fists in anger as a magician was describing the persecution that they'd endured, from higher taxes than the others, to forced identification. "And all because of what we are," the magician said. "We can't help it if we're born as magicians, and others aren't. And, what's more, we're automatically accused when crimes happen, even if there is no evidence that magic was involved. We're the blame for everything that happens under her reign."

Others soon stepped forward, and Vanir half listened. He saw Murtagh turn to Brom and begin to whisper something, but Brom shook his head. Murtagh was silent once more.

Finally, Nasuada was given a chance to defend herself before they proceeded to the next round of witnesses. A calm demeanor once more, she stepped forward. "You all know what happened with Galbatorix, the oppressions he put others under because he was a magician. It was magic that caused all these problems. I did what I had to do for my people. That's why I sought to regulate magic, because of the danger it is to others, especially those without magic."

"Yes, well magicians aren't the only thing that's dangerous then!" a magician from the crowd called out. "You simply want to use them to solidify your own power!"

Nasuada rounded on the woman who said this. "I wanted to ensure that no more magicians would harm anyone!"

"What about ensuring that no non magician harms magicians, or that magicians aren't denied due process? What about ensuring that we're not automatically accused of crimes because we're magicians? Do you know how many hate crimes we've faced? You refuse to look into them, and yet you'll look into anything where you suspect a magician was involved, and magicians harmed others!"

Clenching her fists, Nasuada shouted, "I did what I-"

She was caught of by Oromis who, leaning back in his throne, held his hand up. "Enough," he was firm. "All will get their chance to speak. Let there be no arguments." With that, he turned back to Nasuada. "Would you like to finish your defense?" Oromis was perfectly respectful as he addressed her.

Nodding stiffly, Nasuada went on. "It is necessary regulate magic. Without regulation, you have crimes being committed right and left by magicians!"

"And by ordinary people, even against magicians!" Someone shouted. "But you never look into that!"

"Enough!" Oromis was firm. The crowd silenced. "If another interrupts any witness, I'll have them thrown out!"

After the silence, Nasuada continued. Vanir continued to listen as the trial continued.

It happened near the end of the trial. Vanir watched as Murtagh again leaned over and spoke to Brom. This time he looked more urgent, somewhat afraid. Once more, Brom shook his head, but this time Murtagh looked dissatisfied. He stared intently at Vanir.

Knowing that no magic or mental powers would work with vampires present, a confusion to many, he wondered if he should go over so that he could physically speak to Murtagh. But that would interrupt the trial.

Looking dissatisfied, Murtagh walked over, and some people shook their heads as he interrupted the trial. Brom was frowning but he didn't stop him. Oromis watched him briefly and then turned back to the trial. When he reached Vanir, he told the elf, whispering in his ear, "We need to speak."

His voice was urgent, and Vanir didn't know what to do. He was supposed to stay in the trial. "I can't leave," he whispered back.

"It's urgent," Murtagh clarified. "Otherwise I wouldn't be interrupting. Brom thinks it's nothing, but I don't think so."

Looking at the young rider he saw the firmness in his gaze. Knowing that he was singled out for a reason, he nodded to Murtagh. Turning to his elvish companions, he told them, "You'll have to handle this." Then he walked with Murtagh out of the room. Thorn was by his side and when there was a clearing, he launched into the air to talk with Saphira.

It didn't take him long to find out why Murtagh wanted to talk. The man was stressed. A few hallways down, Eragon appeared out of nowhere. He didn't waste time, coming over in an instant. "I have to take Murtagh away," Eragon was alarmed.

"What is it?" Vanir asked, knowing they were out of the hearing of mortals and lesser immortals.

"It's Riley, he made a sudden, unexpected decision," Eragon replied, almost panicked. "The Cullens arrived. Alice... We have thirty minutes at the most."

"I don't understand," Vanir shook his head, but knowing that it was serious. The name Riley had been going on in the vampire community and Vanir had heard it mentioned to him now and again.

"He's attacking," Eragon explained, looking stressed. " We knew he was creating tons of newborns, but he made a sudden decision that we weren't anticipating. We thought he was going to use them on another traditional coven, not us because Jane and Alec are here.

"This place... isn't safe anymore. Riley is coming for Murtagh and I. He's grown impatient. Right now, we're trying to fortify so that his army can't get passed, but he's got numbers. He has over six hundred newborns. We're outnumbered, dreadfully outnumbered. We don't know if we're going to win or not. This city is in danger."

Vanir's eyes widened in fear, and he realized the danger. "What about Jane and Alec?"

"It's still dangerous," Eragon replied, watching Murtagh's face who had paled when he heard the news. Murtagh looked close to fainting with fear. "The way their attacking, they're breaking us up. Jane and Alec can't be everywhere. And they have talents of their own. We're having to protect several towns and villages. It's not ideal."

"How?"

Eragon shook his head. "It doesn't matter. If Murtagh and I leave, my coven has bargaining power. They're only attacking because of Murtagh and I. We need you to warn Oromis. Right now, there may be loss of life. No one is safe."

Eragon grabbed his brother and was gone in an instant. Vanir, in shock still, took some time to get out of it.

He was afraid they were going to be decimated.

It suddenly dawned on him what he needed to do and that Eragon was relying on him. Running back to the hallway, he forced his way roughly through the crowd. "And now we will give our judgment, unless anyone has anything more to say?" a voice, King Orik said.

Vanir forced the last person aside, perhaps with too much force as the human landed hard on the ground with a grunt of pain, but he didn't care. They could all be annihilated any moment.

People were gossiping about him now, especially how he had violently pushed a human aside. Even Arya seemed stunned, and he rushed in front of the thrones, wide eyed.

"Vanir, what are you doing?" Arya asked, rising from her seat in reprimandment. Nasuada looked on in disinterest, even disgust at the violent display.

Instead, Vanir turned to Oromis, somewhat panicked. "We need to speak!" he was urgent, trying to remain calm.

"Can it wait?" Oromis mildly chastised him. "We're just about to give judgment."

"No it cannot!" Vanir shook his head, panic in his tone.

Seeing his unusually panicked demeanor, Oromis reconsidered him and immediately stood up. The crowd parted to let them out, and Oromis was rushed outside. The gossiping increased behind them. "What is it?" Oromis asked urgently when they were finally outside.

Catching his breath, Vanir said, intense fear in his tone, "We're all dead!"

"What do you mean?" Oromis was immediately attentive.

"Alice..." he breathed. Just the mention of the name got Oromis's attention immediately. He was well aware of the rumors about her. "She saw Riley coming! With an army!"

Oromis looked staggard. "An army of vampires?" and his voice held a tone of fear that Vanir had never heard before.

Vanir nodded. "Our allies are outnumbered, even with their gifts. They're simply protecting too much territory. They're coming for Eragon and Murtagh, so Eragon took Murtagh away in hopes that that would give his coven bargaining power. Right now, we don't know how well or terrible this is going to turn out."

"How much time?" Oromis asked.

Shaking his head, Vanir replied, "Less than thirty minutes."

Oromis grasped his stomach and leaned against the wall, almost like he was going to collapse. "We need to speak to Jane and Alec if possible."

At this, Oromis rushed back, going to the throne room, Vanir right behind him. Vanir watched as the crowd parted letting Oromis through, and Oromis stopped to have brief words with Brom, whose expression changed to fear. Then he stopped to have words with Arya. She wasn't quite as well versed in the vampire world as Vanir, but she seemed to understand enough to realize that they were all in immense danger and that there was nothing they could do about it, as she was afraid as well, going pale.

Glaedr walked over with Oromis to leave, to fly. "I'm coming with you," Vanir informed Oromis when they were out of everyone's earshot, who was surprised to hear this. "I have greater experience with vamipres."

Oromis nodded, and took Glaedr to the stronghold. The saddle was put on, and Oromis got on, Vanir getting on behind him. They went into the air.

"They're going to stay indoors until this is all sorted out," Oromis informed Vanir, full of worry. "But goodness knows that may not be enough."

"We don't want them in the streets," Vanir agreed, thinking hard. Eragon the original had once told him that he was the ambassador, and as such he needed to learn to interact with the supernatural world.

"Do you know where they might be?"

Vanir shook his head, but then they spotted figures below. Two dark cloaks were seen, as well as some wolves and other vampires. They landed, knowing that it was probably Jane and Alec.

Jane and Alec looked upset, but Eragon the older, who was with them, didn't seem surprised. The others, they couldn't tell their emotions. The sun was high in the sky, and they landed on a hill.

"Oromis," Alec nodded to him. His tone was irked. "Alice told us you'd be stopping by. I'd hoped not."

"Don't you know how dangerous this is?" Jane chided.

Vanir leapt out of the saddle. "We know," Oromis told them. "But we came to speak about the danger." He paused, his worry back on his faces. In a strained voice, he asked, "What are the chances?"

Exchanging a look, Jane and Alec admitted, "It's going to come down to a fight. That much we know. We've called on allies who are hurrying here, and we're hopeful with our gifts that things will even out in our favor, despite the lack of numbers."

"We're going to try to reason with some of the newborns," Alec added after his sister. He didn't seem happy to do so, but he seemed to realize they had no choice. "Alice has seen that at least a third will accept the offer. Many will remain traditional, but some will choose the vegetarian lifestyle. The others... we don't know about them. That will put things in our favor. But I won't lie: there will be loss of life in your realm. They're here to feed, not just to bring Eragon and Murtagh."

Oromis shivered, but he accepted the reality. There was nothing they could do to change it. "I see," he replied.

Suddenly, figures were seen in the distance, and Vanir's eyes widened. Many of these beings sparkled with a thousand glittering rays of light, and it dazzled Vanir, despite knowing the danger. But it also made him more afraid. Even Oromis was surprised at the appearance of these newborn vampires, he and Glaedr stunned into frozen fear..

"Get in the air," Alec ordered as they watched the vast newcomers. Only then was Oromis able to snap out of it, but Vanir was still frozen in fear. Jane and Alec's group looked tiny in comparison to this massive army.

"Come," Oromis's voice was strained.

But Vanir couldn't take his eye off of them, and couldn't move. He was frozen with fear.

A newborn male was leading this group, and he was feet in front of Jane and Alec. They were hesitant at first at seeing what Vanir now knew was the Volturi symbol, which was worn around Jane and Alec's neck, becoming cautious. "We want to talk," Alec announced. The newborn merely growled. In an instant, the fight started.

"Vanir!" Oromis shouted, but Vanir still couldn't move.

He didn't see how it happened, but as Oromis shouted his name, Vanir was thrown midair. Glaedr was already climbing into the sky, getting his rider to safety, tail broken, whining in pain.

Vanir screamed, feeling his ribs crushing for a brief moment before the vampire was pulled off of him. He was in complete shock, not understanding what was happening to him. He screamed in pain, being unable to use magic to heal himself, bleeding slightly.

Another vampire leapt at him, and Vanir was terrified as things around him were a blur, his limbs broken from the fighting around him. Screams of pained vampires were heard. He hid his head in fear.

The fighting continued on for a little bit, but it was suddenly over quickly, and Vanir thought he heard hissing. The enemy vampires were retreating for now. The smell of smoke reached his nose as well as his own blood. Looking up vaguely, he saw that he was now a bloody mess, his blood all over the ground and his tunic and leggings. His clothes were in tatters, torn in many places. He was vaguely aware that he was screaming.

He was in shock.

"There's too much blood!" a familiar voice said, and more growling came. But he couldn't see, busy screaming from the pain. But there was something else there that hurt really bad.

The beat of dragon wings sounded. Oromis had returned, now that it was safer. "Fly him back," Eragon the older instructed. "I'll wait for you in the citadel once you're airborne."

He was in Eragon's arms then, and was passed to Oromis who put him in the saddle.

He cried out from the pain. And then, the lurch came, and they were airborn.

"You're going to be all right," Oromis whispered in his ear.

But Vanir couldn't think. "It hurts!" he whimpered. He continued groaning in pain. "Make it stop!" he begged. Anything, anything for that horrible pain to stop! It was making it hard to think, and he continued groaning in pain.

It didn't take long to reach the citadel. They landed, Vanir a bloody mess, and he vaguely saw Arya through hazy eyes. She was in shocked taking in his state. "What happened?!" her voice came.

His vision was failing and he was rushed to the place in the castle that acted as an infirmary, being carried in Oromis' arms. He was placed down on a bed. Several elves immediately rushed over to work on him. "Make it stop!" Vanir begged as the pain became worse, already unbearable, screaming in pain constantly now.

There was chanting above him, and then a frustred groan. "Magic isn't working!" the elf exclaimed in astonishment.

A voice startled them all. It was Eragon the older's voice. He vaguely saw Alec and Jane behind them. "Magic won't work. This is a vampire attack. You'll have to use old fashioned medicine. I'd ask Carlisle, but he's somewhere else, protecting."

"Make it stop!" Vanir shouted again, begging now, and the elves immediately began binding his wounds. They heated a rod, intent on cauterizing his wounds. There were herbs being brought over that would act as an anesthetic. He was suddenly grateful through the intense pain that the elves had been forced to learn to use this kind of medicine because the humans often refused to be treated with magic.

"Make it stop!" he begged again, desperate for the slow spreading agony to stop, still screaming. "Make the pain stop!"

"You'll be fine," Oromis came over and sat beside him, his voice calm in an attempt to be soothing, though his face was worried with all the blood loss. Arya was watching in shock from the whole situation, worried as well.

"No!" Vanir screeched, begging, trying to get them to understand. "Please make the fire stop! Make the fire stop!" His vision was going in and out at this point.

He was well aware of the shock on Eragon, Alec, and Jane. In a moment they were over, stopping the elvish healers, Oromis moved out of the way.

Alec grabbed Vanir firmly and checked his neck. Finding nothing, they began tearing his pant legs off, then his sleeves. They stopped in shock.

"What are you doing?!" one of the elvish healers demanded, upset at the behavior of the vampires and at being interrupted in treating his patient.

Alec and Jane were looking at one another in worry, realization in their eyes. "He was bitten," Jane whispered.

The room was silent as Vanir continued to screech at the pain. "Make it stop!" he begged again.

"What now?" Alec asked.

"I don't understand," Oromis interjected.

Reluctantly, Eragon turned to Oromis. "Vanir's been bitten. There's nothing that can be done for him at this point. He's... turning into a vampire."

Vanir was aware of the blood draining from Oromis's face. But Vanir also had somewhat of an understanding now of what was happening to him, the intense pain that Eragon had told him about. He realized that was what he was experiencing. It had taken Vanir a while to get that out of his friend as he'd always skirted the topic of how one became a vampire.

"It's burns! It burns!" Vanir shrieked constantly from the pain. He wanted for nothing more than the horrendous reality he was in to stop. His reality was nothing but pain.

"I'm sorry," Jane told him, sorrowful in her expression. "But there is nothing we can do."

"We can speed up the transformation," Alec suggested. "Put our own venom in."

"Or suck it out," Eragon suggested. "Just like Edward did with Bella the first time."

"Make it stop!" Vanir screamed more as the vampires remained undecided, whimpering as he screamed, writhing in agony, unable to hold still at this point as the pain became more and more intense. And the others could tell that it was getting more painful by the moment. Vanir wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Oromis's tone was strained. "Will that even work?"

"Assuming we don't kill him," Eragon was sarcastic at that point. "It's awfully hard to stop once one gets started. I can't do it. I haven't fed recently enough to have the control. None of us have."

"Jane and I can do it," Alec was sure. "Fully fed or not. We have the control it."

"However, if the venom is too far in," Jane trailed off.

Vanir couldn't see anymore. His was a painful reality as he continued to scream, the pain not just getting worse by the second, but he could tell it was spreading further in him. "Oh please!" Eragon snorted. "You can hear the venom just like I can. We have a window of opportunity. It's not too far in."

"He's lost a lot of blood," Alec pointed out, serious in his rebuttal. "It might kill him to loose more."

At this point, Arya seemed to have had enough, hearing her subject shrieking in intense pain, writhing in agony. "Do something!" she begged them urgently. "I've lost several elves already today!" Vanir continued to scream.

It was only a moment's worth of hesitation. Then, he was held firmly. They whispered comforting words to him, and in a moment, the pain was worse than before, his shrieking worse. But he was held down tight as he struggled to get away, no escape possible in the grip of the vampires. And he was writhing worse than before, screaming harder.

He wanted to beg them to stop sucking his blood, to stop feeding off of him. But he could do nothing but scream, and he knew the elves in the room were looking on in horror of what he was subjected to.

"Jane," Eragon's voice said. It was strained.

Finally, it stopped. "Venom's out," a voice ahead of him said. He was starting to have trouble hearing. "Gosh, that was hard!" another voice said.

Vanir was panting hard. Then, he began blacking out.

"No, don't you die too!" Arya screamed with a loss that he didn't understand.

All was blackness.

(Some time later)

How long Vanir was out for, he didn't know. But, when he came to, he saw that Oromis was beside him, looking worried. He stirred when he saw that Vanir was awake.

Vanir groaned in some pain. "You all right?" and Oromis was by his side in an instant. "We've been worried. Magic won't work to heal you, even though the vampires and wolves try to stay away. You're having to heal at a human rate."

He was tired, and it took a moment for Vanir to understand. He saw Oromis's concerned expression, and then the memories flashed before his eyes. He looked down in alarm at his arm which was bandaged. Lifting it, he saw a cold scar, which he traced, all that was left over from the vampire attack. There was one on his leg too. He noticed the bandage and lifted it up, looking at the cold, pale scar.

Scared, he turned to Oromis. "H-how?" He was still an elf. He didn't understand. Shouldn't he be a vampire? And yet his heart was still beating, unlike his friend Eragon's.

Oromis was compassionate, understanding his question. "They took the venom out, Jane and Alec. You're lucky. None of them had fed recently, and because of that, Eragon didn't have the control to do it. As it is, you've been unconscious for three weeks. We didn't know if you were going to make it at first because they had to take a lot of blood out just to get the venom out."

Other memories flashed before his eyes. He knew he had a lot to catch up on. And, after what had happened that day, it would be impossible for anyone not to know about vampires, even Nasuada. "The trial?" he asked, not wanting to think about the vampire attack and the burning pain he'd experienced.

Oromis looked away, in thought. "She was convicted," he admitted. "There was too much evidence against her. As such, she's going to be executed. She's held in jail for now, as we don't have the time with the vampire wars going on. I didn't want to execute her, but the people, especially the victims, were insistent. Roran in particular was insistent. That, and her crimes do qualify her for execution, particularity the decimation of Palancar valley. But there is no time right now. We have to be able to flee at any moment."

"And the fight was won," Vanir realized, returning his thoughts reluctantly to the vampires. "Otherwise we won't be here."

Oromis followed his train of thought. "Yes," he admitted, and there was grief. "But so many were lost in the fight, even elves."

"Our vampires?" Vanir asked, finding it weird to think of them that way.

"They lost some," Oromis admitted sadly. "Eragon and Murtagh are still around, and Thorn and Saphira. My riders and Eragon's are as well, as the dragons went in the air with their riders, the moment they heard about the attack. However, the vampiric riders stayed on the ground to help. But Eragon lost some coven mates and is still grieving. Emilie lost some wolves. Right now, they've made another veil to see if they can bring them back. But bringing back specific individuals is hard. They haven't had success yet."

He was shaky, none the less, he wanted to drink something. Seeing a cup of water a table at the foot of the bed, he whispered, "Reisa."

Nothing happened. Shocked and panicked, he tried again.

"Reisa."

Oromis was watching him, stunned. Vanir turned over to the rider, somewhat afraid. "Are there any vampires or wolves around?"

Oromis was hesitant, and he shook his head.

Vanir turned back quickly. "Reisa!" he spoke with more force.

Nothing happened. Something in his gut clenched. "Reisa!"

"Vanir," Oromis was murmuring carefully, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No!" Vanir choked.

"Vanir," Oromis was soft, worry in his eyes. "They wondered if this would be the side effect of a vampire attack. I don't think you can do magic anymore."

"NO!" Vanir shouted. "REISA!" When nothing happened, he said more to himself. "There are vampires and wolves around."

Oromis was hesitant. Finally, he murmured, "Reisa," and the cup floated over. He handed it to Vanir.

Vanir dropped the cup in shock. He wasn't aware as the water soaked the sheets he was under. Oromis took the cup away quickly, concern for him in his eyes, but Vanir was still staring ahead in shock."No!" he whispered in a small voice.

He was in denial. This couldn't be happening. Magic was part of being an elf. And now, that part was gone. "No!" he shook his head.

"You're lucky to be alive," Oromis tried to change his train of thought to a positive one.

"This can't be happening!" Vanir chocked, trying to hold back the tears as the realization dawned on him. He couldn't do magic anymore. It was like he was a vampire: magic wouldn't work from him.

"On the bright side, magic won't work directly on you, even though it will work in your presence," Oromis was soft. "You can't be charmed. I know it's not what you wanted, but it could be worse."

Vanir shook his head, another possibility dawning on him. "Am I... even immortal... anymore?"

Oromis looked away. "I don't know," he admitted, refusing to meet his gaze. "Nor do they. You still have the strength and speed of an elf, near as far as we can tell. That doesn't seem to be magic related, at least not in the end, despite the pact with the dragons giving it to us in the first place. And that is confusing as elvish vampires move at the same speed as human vampires. But, is your immortality from magic? I don't know. None of us do. Only time will tell whether or not you age."

Shocked, upset, Vanir put his head in his hands and began crying, feeling very vulnerable. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it, nor could he told the tears back.

Eragon had warned him that this could happen, being in such close contact with the vampire world. "You should have let me turn!" his angry voice came in an accusatory manner at the rider, and a lone tear went down Oromis's face.

"We did what we thought was best," Oromis murmured softly, not defending their decision.

As he continued to cry, a hand was placed on his shoulder. But he shrugged it off. He wasn't in the mood.

At that point, Oromis let him be.

Vanir continued to mourn his new reality, silently sobbing.

(Murtagh Point of View)

He didn't know if he should see Vanir or not. He'd heard about what had happened. And he knew the elf was awake. Despite this, he was reluctant to come over, partly blaming himself for the happenings. Riley had been after him and Eragon after all. From what he knew, that was what prompted Riley's decision to change over six hundred individuals and build a sudden army. They hadn't anticipated him going after them with it, though, not with Jane and Alec around, especially since Riley was so afraid of Jane and Alec.

He still didn't know what had driven Riley to this point. The vampire had been uncaptured and was still running around, along with a lot of newborns who were on Riley's side.

Before, Riley had been reluctant to come against them. He knew Jane and Alec were formidable, and they had been. But by splitting everyone up, it was almost like Riley had been trying to see if he could use this as a loophole.

That's when Murtagh knew: Riley knew he didn't have the advantage, and so he was testing something, a theory. And, fortunately, it hadn't succeeded. Jane and Alec were simply too powerful for him. Without Bella on his side to shield from their abilities, he couldn't win. But was he even looking for a win? Or was he hoping for a different game in this battle of tactics?

Eragon had briefly teared a veil to take him, Saphira, and Thorn to another world until they had been given the clear by a friendly vampire. Emilie had been there waiting for them, expecting Murtagh's arrival, not wanting to be separated from her imprintee. Murtagh had been terrified the whole time, fearful vampires would chase them. Fortunately, as Alice had predicted, they had not. They wouldn't even know how to tear the veil yet, and the veil had been sealed the moment they arrive to prevent any from following them to that world.

Knowing that their targets were gone, many newborns had surrendered when Jane and Alec had offered leniency in exchange for information. They didn't want to face Riley's wrath. Still others were unsure and on the run back to Riley, but they were no doubt weary now that they knew what Jane and Alec could do, something Riley had no doubt kept from them in order to ensure their compliance. Murtagh wasn't sure they would get a second chance.

The vampires that had surrendered had been forced to go through a veil to another world in order to have them out of the way and out of Riley's influence. Jane and Alec simply didn't have the time to raise them. But they'd been given the laws before they'd gone through, not that those laws would last much longer.

It hadn't saved many in the citadel and castle, though, or the villages. Even elves, humans, and dwarves had been slaughtered. It had been hard for Orik to be silent then, admitting to the old stories. Orik had shared with him afterwords that he feared that this would end like the tales of last time, not that he had an accurate account, as Murtagh was soon finding out. The originals, Jane and Alec, would have the accurate account.

But Orik's admittance frightened Murtagh. He was well aware, having been told previously by Orik. In the old tales, tons of dwarves had been massacred in the old war.

Nor had Vanir been spared. The elvish ambassador was permanently disabled, unable to use magic. He still had his strength and speed, and maybe immortality, as only time would tell, but he had been forever tainted.

It had been a hard pill for Vanir to swallow, that much Murtagh knew. He felt sorry for the elf. Magic was part of the elvish identity. He probably didn't know how to survive without it.

It was for this reason he wasn't sure if he should see Vanir. The vampires, though eager to feed, had been primarily after him and Eragon, per Riley's instructions. They had been likely given a description of him and Eragon. And because of him and Eragon, the vampires had come. If they hadn't, Vanir wouldn't have been injured and permanently without his magic.

But should he have been allowed to turn?

It wouldn't be too late to turn him, should that be what he wanted. But what did he want?

Unable to push away the guilt, Murtagh swallowed his fear of rejection and went to the infirmary. Thorn was out hunting anyways, wanting to be prepared and fed in case they had to evacuate again, so why not?

Oromis was still with him. Vanir seemed withdrawn, even depressed, like he had been when Eragon had gone missing. That was when Murtagh knew he owed him. Vanir had helped contain him when he tried to commit suicide.

Vanir didn't acknowledge as he slowly approached. He was sitting up in his bed, looking at nothing. Sitting down in the seat to the left of Vanir, Oromis on Vanir's right, Vanir gave no acknowledgement. So, he turned to Oromis. "Did Eragon stop by again?"

Oromis shook his head. "Not since he's been awake. But I expect he'll be by. Right now, they need every hand to protect the area." Murtagh nodded.

Things were silent after that, and Murtah worked up the courage. "Are... are you all right?" he finally asked the elf. They'd been forming a friendship when Eragon had been missing, and he hoped that this incident hadn't messed it up.

Vanir turned away, saying nothing. Some part of Murtagh's gut clenched, as he didn't know if it was blame towards him since the elf had to know that Riley had come for Murtagh and Eragon specifically. Was he rejected?

Murtagh didn't know what to do at this point. But, in some ways he did. Sometimes, all you could do was wait.

It would take Vanir time to accept things and come to terms with his new reality. But Murtagh would be there, whether as a vampire or as a human. Right now, Vanir needed to know that he was supported, even if he found the support hard to accept, or even if he blamed Eragon and Murtagh. A simple presence would be enough.

So, Murtagh waited.

Finally, Vanir did speak. "There's no use in me staying in Du Weldenvarden anymore. Without magic... I can't imagine me having a place. But there's no reason I still can't be an ambassador." He chuckled darkly. "Better than me than anyone else, I suppose," he swallowed thickly. "I have more in common with the humans now. I think I'll be able to understand them better."

"You'll always be accepted in Du Weldenvarden," Oromis corrected gently. "It's your home. It's where you were born."

"But I'd be useless in battle. I'm not an elf without my magic."

"You are an elf," Oromis corrected.

Murtagh didn't know why he suggested it, and perhaps it was insensitive, but he wanted Vanir to know he had options. Looking down, he said, "I know it's not a pleasant change, but if you can get past it, you'd have a place in the vampire world."

Oromis remained strangely silent. Looking up, Murtagh couldn't read his teacher's expression. But there was definitely a haunted look, almost like he'd witnessed something he wished he hadn't, something terrifying. Then again, Oromis had been around, and had probably seen Vanir get mauled by ferocious vampires. That would leave an impression on anyone.

Vanir didn't know what to say, Murtagh could tell. "It's painful," his voice was finally strained. The elf closed his eyes, shuddering in remembrance. "I don't know how I'd get through it! Murtagh, you don't know how painful it is!"

A shudder went down Murtagh's spine. It was his future, he knew, and it was terrifying. Hearing how painful it was, again and again, Murtagh was beginning to realize that there were no words to describe the agony one went through in becoming a vampire. And it was drawn out, practically torture.

Vanir looked down. "I don't think I could do it."

Things were silent after that. And, though he didn't want to admit it, he was suddenly afraid to go through the change. Eragon had said he'd writhed the whole time. Why did things have to be so painful?

Vanir's voice startled him out of his thoughts. "How are you going to get through it, Murtagh? I've seen a glimpse, only a glimpse. I know that's what you're wanting, but you don't know how painful it is!"

His breath caught, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. He didn't have an answer. And then he did. "I look at the end result," Murtagh admitted, voice firm. "I know I don't know entirely what I'm getting into, but many, many others have gone before me. If they can make it, I can. Besides, once the venom is in, there's not much you can do. You just... endure I guess."

Vanir closed his eyes. "There is no enduring," he warned. "Just pure pain. That pain becomes your constant reality."

"But it ends eventually," Murtagh pointed out. He shuddered. "I'm not saying it's easy. It's just... I'm facing a different destiny, perhaps, than you. I'll die if I'm not turned. Too many are after me. As a vampire, I'd have a fighting chance."

Oromis was purposefully looking away, not joining the conversation. It seemed too much to him. Murtagh couldn't read him. Perhaps Oromis was wishing he didn't want this. He couldn't tell.

Letting the unpleasant topic go, Murtagh changed the subject. "The repairs to the city are coming along well."

They all seemed grateful for the change in topic, Oromis especially. "And the patrols?"

"Emilie has found nothing," Murtagh reported, gulping. "Just old scents. The ones that survived fled."

"And Riley?" Oromis asked.

Murtagh shook his head. "They never fought Riley. He changed his mind at the last moment. It was a ploy. However, Alice sees a few skirmishes happening with other covens. They know we've lost a few, but their not sure how many. Since Riley took his chance, others might try to see if they can do anything, but they won't be able to. They may not know that Jane and Alec are here, just that it's another coven in the area. It'll be over very quickly, especially with Jane and Alec present."

Oromis nodded. He was hesitant then. "And the... hostages?" Perhaps it was because Oromis knew how sensitive a subject it was for Murtagh.

"Riley left them with a guard," Murtagh admitted, stiff at this point as he knew what else was implied. He carefully skirted around the topic that his father and others of the Forsworn were included there. But he was worried for his friend. And both of them left out the part where a revolution against the Volturi was planned. Who knew which vampires could overhear. It's not something they wanted Jane and Alec knowing. "We can't get to them. The situation is too... delicate. But they can't get to me and Eragon either, which means they'll be safe for now. An impasse."

"So we're back to that," Oromis murmured, looking away again. Oromis' expression told him that he'd taken notice to Murtagh's use of "we", as if he were already part of the vampire world. And there was an expression there that Murtagh couldn't quite decipher. He hoped the elf wasn't judging him. But then again, it didn't seem to be in Oromis' nature to judge. So what did Oromis mean by it?

It was a hard reality to swallow. Many had been shocked to find out to the existence of vampires. Jane and Alec had openly complained about it and grumbled that it would take several hundred years to become mythology again to the humans and dwarves, let alone long standing immortals, like the elves. But with vampires so open now, the old stories about wolves and vampires had been coming back with a vengeance, circulating. They couldn't hide anymore, much as Jane and Alec wanted. Riley had ensured that. A political move, perhaps, made by Riley? Had that been the ultimate goal? Murtagh had to wonder.

"I can't see this ending any time soon," both Murtagh and Oromis were surprised to hear Vanir pipe up.

"The vampire world is changing," Murtagh murmured, closing his eyes. "Eragon, the original one, told me that. Even the Cullens seem to think so. I've... met with Alice. And Carlisle. Alice... she seems to think it's more set in stone. There's no going back. But the problem is, there are still many ways this can fall."

"Jane and Alec seem mixed on having the Cullen coven around here," Oromis mentioned.

"Yes," Murtagh admitted. "That's because... they tried to wipe out the Cullen coven twice now, one of the times being last year."

"Ah," Oromis replied. He was back to looking away, pondering. Vanir was also back to his silence.

The sound of wings beating was heard, and Oromis got up to the far end of the infirmary where the glass doors shielded off the balcony. "Glaedr is here."

The glass doors were opened and both Glaedr and Thorn walked in. Thorn walked up to Vanir first, surprisingly. He projected for all to hear, using his new found ability, 'How are you, Vanir?' There was concern there.

"I'll be fine," Vanir's voice was hollow, and they all had to wonder. He seemed emotionally blank.

Thorn settled down. 'It'll take time,' he murmured, resting his head on the floor. 'But you'll recover. You're strong, Vanir.'

"I'll never completely recover," Vanir was bitter, looking away.

They all chose to remain silent, knowing it was true.

Murtagh settled beside his dragon. They'd stay in the infirmary for now.

Vanir continued to look at nothing.

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