A/N: I'd like to thank those who reviewed me. I love getting reviews so please continue. I know that Bevier may seem out of character some times, but that is just how I write. Most of David Eddings' characters will be a little out of character, but please bare with me.

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Chapter Two-

Everyone was surprised to see that Kurik was alive, especially Danae. "How could Kurik be revived? I tried to do that, but it wouldn't work." Aphrael thought to herself.

"Let's go see Aslade now." Kurik said, eager to see his wife.

As they rode towards Aslade's home, Aphrael noticed that the young woman in Bevier's arms seemed to be smiling smugly. But why would she smile like that when she had just escaped from being raped? Aphrael shook her head. Sometimes humans were awfully confusing.

Aslade walked out of her house to greet her guests. She paled at the sight of Kurik.

"K.. K..Kurik?" She stuttered.

"Hello Aslade." Kurik said softly. He walked towards his wife and embraced her. 

Aslade lifted her hand to Kurik's face. "How is it possible?" She asked tentatively.

"I have no idea." Kurik said honestly.

Suddenly there was a scream, and everyone turned to see a woman faint. It was Talen's mother, a woman who Kurik had dallied with, once on a trip. Aslade knew this, and liked her, despite the fact that she had slept with Kurik. They both loved Kurik, and only wanted the best for him.

Once Talen's mother awoke, everyone went inside, acting like Kurik had never left them.

The young woman, who Bevier had rescued, stood in the shadows of the cottage, watching the happy chaos before her. Aslade noticed the woman, and walked towards her, a happy smile on her face.

"Hello dear, what are you doing in the shadows." She asked.

The woman looked up, Bevier's cloak still wrapped tightly around her body. "I didn't want to intrude."

"Nonsense. Now you come with me. We'll get you something to change into, and get some food into you. By the way, what is your name, please excuse me if I'm being rude." Aslade said happily.

The woman smiled. "My name is Katara." She followed Aslade into a back room and changed into one of Talen's mother's gowns. Stepping out of the room, Katara smiled as everyone fell silent at the sight of her. Her smile grew as she saw that Bevier was blushing deeply, and he couldn't seem to look away. Katara walked towards Bevier, and handed him his cloak silently. She was about to say something, when Aslade pulled her away to take a seat near her.

"My, didn't you turn out pretty." Aslade said conversationally. "You'd make a pretty wife for Khalad or Talen, Katara." Aslade's smile grew as she saw Bevier's face darken with anger, and watched as he gripped the table. "It'd be nice to have a daughter, and I'd love some grandchildren."

A scraping sound was heard as Bevier stood up and stomped out of the cottage.

Katara laughed. "I'm sorry Aslade, but, I barely know Khalad, and there's a young lady around who would skin me alive if I even thought of Talen and marriage in the same thought. Besides, I'm too old for him."

Talen looked at Katara curiously. "Who's the young lady?" He asked, a little nervous.

Katara's laugh echoed through the cottage. "I don't think the lady would appreciate it if I gave you time to run. What do you think, Princess Danae?" This was said with a sly look in Danae's direction.

Danae looked down, then raised her eyes to Katara's. "No, I don't think the lady would like it. But I think that, no matter how fast or far Talen ran, she'd still catch him."

Sparhawk coughed, trying to cover a laugh.

Katara had no reservations with that though. Her laugh rang out happily. "Not even the gods could hide him."

Sephrenia stepped forward. "Your name, it's Styric, isn't it?" She asked, her eyes narrowed.

"Yes it is, little mother." Katara replied, using the name for her that the Church Knights used.

Sephrenia looked shocked. "Do you know what it means?" She snapped.

Everyone looked at Sephrenia in surprise. She was usually a very even tempered woman. Why was she snapping?

"Ah, I see I've surprised you, Lady Sephrenia. I'm sorry. My calling you that must have made your mood worse than it was before. I mean, being in Saros one minute, then you find yourself here the next." Katara said softly.

Sephrenia gasped. How did she know that? I didn't tell anyone that." She was about to say something else, when she gasped again, this time louder. Danae had also gasped out aloud. Their eyes met briefly over the table, and Danae nodded.

"Sparhawk, I think we better go outside. You're about to go get a surprise." Sephrenia said to the knight. Sparhawk looked curiously at Sephrenia, but he did as she said. He stepped out the door, and was followed by everyone except for his daughter.

Danae stepped into a back room and returned to her true form. She divided herself into two. One was Danae, princess of Elenia, the other was Aphrael, or more commonly known as Flute, or atleast to the group standing outside. Danae was slightly taller, and she was older, at an age of eight. Flute was exactly as she was when she saw everyone two years ago.

"Hullo Danae. I wonder why Bhelliom has returned. Don't you?"

"Hullo Aphrael. So do I. Do you think there is something strange about Katara?" Danae replied to her own question.

"Yes I do. Her name in Styric means 'Changer Of Destinies', and I don't know why, but that seems familiar for some reason."

"Let's go out and see them." Danae said.

Hand in hand, the two girls walked out of Aslade's home. In front of them stood everyone, looking at them.

"What?" They said in unison.

"Flute!" Talen cried happily.

"How are you Flute?" Tynian asked.

"What are you doing here Flute?" Ulath asked.

Flute laughed. "I think they missed me." She said to Danae.

"I do too."

"Well, don't we get any kisses?" Kalten asked, smiling at the Child Goddess.

Flute screamed happily and rushed into the open arms of Kalten. After smothering him with kisses, she moved onto Sparhawk, then Ulath, till she had made her way through them all.

Katara stood back, watching.

"So Flute, are you the one who brought back Kurik?" Kalten asked.

"No, actually I'm not. It was Kurik's destiny to die there and…." Aphrael finished the sentence with a gasp. She stared at Katara. "Now I know why it seems so familiar. You're…"

"Yes Aphrael, I am. But before you ask me anything, don't you think you should welcome your guest?" Katara asked, pointing at a person who was glowing blue.

"Bhelliom." Sparhawk gasped, looking at the being who made him Anakha, the man without a destiny.