CHAPTER 20!!! We have to celebrate…yays! I can attempt to make brownies, but I don't think they'll be as good as daydreamin' angel's, so yeah…too bad. I should be able to update pretty frequently now, since I'm on holidays!!! Oh, and 19 days until I probably can't update for a whole month, because I'm going overseas -cries- so sad!! But I'm glad as well…:x:

Quiz Answer: Trianna :D Pretty much everyone got it right!

Chapter 20- I Implore You, Master Nadïndel

She walked quickly, but silently, almost in soft leaps, barefooted. Her white robe was dirtied with the dust from the heat and the dirt from the ground, but the child didn't seem to care. The only thing from the girl that looked new and refreshed was the dark purple flower woven into her chestnut-coloured hair. She looked slightly ill and faint, and anyone could tell that she had many a sleepless night.

She had never been to Nadïndel before, and she had to admit she could understand why somebody would be just perfectly content in staying there for the remainder of his or her life. It was a beautiful place- different from all the other elven cities. She continued to walk, forcing herself to keep on going tirelessly. When she arrived at the centre of the village, the girl stopped, and looked around for a building. She finally paused when she laid her eyes on a boarding house, and looked so intently at it, it was as if she were listening, or finding someone through instinct; which, in any case, was exactly what she was doing.

The boarding house was quiet and slightly daunting when she slowly opened the doors. She surveyed the entrance room. It wasn't very large, but was pleasantly decorated. A quart-circular table was placed in the back corner, with a tall vase of oriental lilies. The child looked displeased, as though someone gave her a green lollipop when she wanted a purple one.

Slowly and steadily, she walked towards the table, her eyes glued to the flower vase. Then, without even looking down, she reached into a large pocket in her robes, and pulled out a bouquet of dark and velvety purple blossom buds, still yet to bloom. Taking the lilies out of the vase, she replaced them with the buds. With a satisfied smirk, she stared at the flowers for a moment, before quietly slipping away…

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A dark man sat in his stone throne, which had named him King of Alagäesia. He was very pale and had a sharp build, which made him appear barely human. He had mid-length dark-brown hair, which split symmetrically to equally straight sides. He had uncoloured eyes, which made him look altered in some way. The man wore a long-sleeved black robe, which symbolised himself; King Galbatorix.

He sat alone in the stone hall in silence, staring blindly at the floor, his expression grim and tight. His soul seemed as though it had already died, but the body was still living on. He heard a few hurried whispers outside the door, and he ignored them. Finally, a tentative knock sounded the door.

"Enter." His voice was cold, and sent out an icy chill, which sent many a person shivering down their spines. The doors swung open, creaking slightly under the weight of the door handle. Contrary to a shy, whimpering under worker, which he had expected, Cremis Lindel, one of his strongest spell weavers, and an elf, strode into the hall. He stopped a few metres away from the King, and kneeled down to a salute.

"What news is there, Lindel?"

The elf took this as a leave to stand.

"We have organised the all the planning. Our fighters will be leaving shortly. Of course, Your Majesty, because of the betrayal of the Urgals, we will not be as strong as we could have been with their aid, but our magicians are much stronger."

Galbatorix didn't reply, so Lindel continued.

There is one problem, though, Your Majesty. We are unable to take the usual path-" he raised his eyebrows. "And the only other way, which proves to work cuts into a village of non-magician humans. I have come for advice as to how to excrete this plan of ours. Our aim is to create as little damage to our future allies, Your Majesty."

Galbatorix's face remained neutral, without any trace of emotion.

"I don't care. Destroy them all."

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"Let's sit here." Selena motioned at a table near the serving counter table. Arya shrugged, and sat down. Selena noticed a sudden change in her as she sat down. One second, she was fine, her pale creamy face tinted with a faint flush, the next, her face drained of all colour, her eyes a cold green, instead of the usual blazing colour.

"What's wrong?" Selena asked, looking worried at her pale colour. Arya didn't answer, but strode towards a carved table at the corner. Selena stood up, and followed her. When she reached her, she found Arya frowning at the table. What is wrong? she wondered confusedly. The table was a old one, beautifully carved, and on it, was a snow-white vase with a lovely bouquet of dark, wood-stemmed flowers, with a beautiful contrasting colour at the centre. The purple of the petals made the flowers look unreal, as if they were made by magic.

"What beautiful flowers," Selena murmured, and at that, Arya shot a poisonous glance towards her. Selena looked startled.

"What's wrong?" she repeated again, but still, the elf didn't answer. Within a second, Arya deftly lifted up the delicate vase, and sent it smashing into pieces on the floor. Without a word of explanation, Arya left the room, leaving her breakfast untouched, as the alarmed maid laid a tray on the table before them.

Selena stared down at the floor in surprise. So far as she herself was concerned, Arya was rarely violent. She blinked. There was a neatly folded piece of paper on the floor among all the shards of pieces. She bent down to pick it up, and opened the paper, her fingers fumbling with the thin edges.

Arya; by the mount I will ye go;

Next this evening, I implore.

Master, soon I call ye so;

For I to learn from ye so more.

Up and away the helpless done

And in the end 'tis us have won.

'What are you doing?" Arya stared at her, pale faced and white-lipped.

Selena looked at her nervously, and tried to look casual.

"It's a note for you on the floor. I picked it up to see what it was."

Arya sighed.

"There never was anything called peace; it doesn't exist at all. Not in my life."

"I agree," Selena smiled, and handed over the paper, to which Arya accepted.

:x: Yaw, nothing actually happens to importantly in this chapter, I guess, but the next chapter is where it gets exciting…LOL!! Thankyous to all you people who read my story and review!!

This includes: Punk'n Pie, Neverfall, daydreamin' angel, Secretiveseeker, Blade of the White Dragon, Lily Shay, Bridget and Emma!! Thank you heaps!! XD Reviews always cheer me up and make me happy and smile all the time!!! I will update soon- please see my agenda!! I'm on holidays, with nothing to do for the next…few weeks, so be ready for frequent updates, I hope!!!

Quiz: What is the most likely way that Melisande had gotten hold of the Delois?

She frequently visits the Tialdari gardens, to pick the flowers that Faolin had created

She created them by magic using her powers herself

She knows a place where the Delois grows in the wild

She has a supply of the flower and it's spells, given to her by someone, most likely Brom

Interesting quiz, huh? There are a few hints in this chapter and the last chapter, but they aren't very obvious. Please review!!

Your Happy Writer,

-Evalia