A/N- From this point on, it will be in Kilf's point of view unless stated otherwise.

They travelled some of the night before stopping to rest. The humans were very wary of her, which was natural. Other races distrusted any time her kind visited. They just didn't understand. She observed quietly and tried to imitate some of their behaviour. When they rolled out mats to sleep, she lay on the ground and closed her eyes, pacing her breathing. It felt silly, this for didn't need to sleep, but she didn't need to alienate them any more. How else was she going to learn more? They were already incredibly tense; it sounded as if they were going through a rough time.

What was interesting was their problem solving. Their magic capabilities must be limited as she watched them tie the elf to the bottom of the dragon's stomach. But it worked.

Curiosity finally got the better of the younger male human. At least she thought he was, Sindri showed her at one point. They were walking by the horses to give the a rest when Eragon asked,

"What is an Elemental?" He looked exhausted, but the question seemed to be eating him alive. Kilf gave careful consideration before answering.

"Elementals are a race of beings that are tied to their element in every way possible."

"Do they use magic?"

"We control our element in the same way a dragon breathes fire. It is a part of us. There are magical properties with the elements, though. So my element is water and I have very good healing abilities, which is magic."

Eragon looked thoughtful. Murtagh seemed to listen intently.

"Where did you come from? You appeared when I was drawing water from the ground."

"I was in water form when I heard your call and was curious, so I changed into a human form. We've been part of these lands a long time. Long before we created your race."

Eragon looked blank, struggling to grasp the concept. He wasn't the first to. Other races only had the one form so it must be weird for them.

"Wait, we created your race?" Murtagh interrupted.

"Yes, Sindri created the humans with my help." Wary that she would scare them, she kept the details to a minimum.

"So where is this Sindri, creator of humans?" Murtagh snorted.

"In the earth." She stated simply. She already knew that most races had forgotten their origins over time. Their lives were so fleeting. Murtagh just shook his head disbelievingly. Eragon was still curious.

"How many others are there?"

Kilf gave a sad sigh.

"Few, many were killed during the battle with the Titans."

"Titan's?"

"A race that sought destruction of everything. Bingers of chaos and death. They are no more, only their ancestors remain, but they are very tame."

"Who are their ancestors?"

"I believe you call them Kull or Urgals."

His face seemed to be a mix of shock and understanding. The older male was still just observing.

"Why haven't we ever heard about any of this?"

"It happened a long time before we created your race. We do take physical for from time to time, but what seems like a short time for us is generations for you."

There wasn't any further discussion as they travelled. Eragon deep in thought and Murtagh still wary. They turned most of their focus to avoid soldiers, as they were almost ambushed, twice, but the dragon caught their scent. The dragon tried to communicate with Kilf by her mind, but it was difficult for her to grasp Kilf's "mind". It was too vast. Kilf managed to send her memories, images and thoughts on her origins. Singular thoughts were difficult. It was easier to give impressions and a mix of senses rather than just spoken words.

Kilf remembered Sindri saying that the human and elf race had created a magical contract with the dragons. They could be bonded. Much to Morgothal's irritation. She thought that perhaps the blue dragon and the young male were bonded. She could sense a magical connection between them and their behaviour indicated they were close. Murtagh slept on the other side of camp from the dragon, perhaps to prevent himself from getting eaten.

They travelled a lot at night. When they got to about five miles from the river, they stopped to rest. When it was time to set off again, Eragon was looking concerned at the elf.

"Whats wrong?" asked Murtagh over Tornac's back.

"The elf." Eragon replied. "Saphira is troubled that she hasn't woken or eaten; it disturbs me too. I healed her wounds, at least on the surface, but it doesn't seem to have done her any good."

"Maybe the Shade tempered with her mind?" suggested Murtagh.

"Then we have to help her."

Murtagh knelt by the elf. He examined her intently, then shook his head and stood. "As far as I can tell, she's only sleeping. It seems as if I could wake her with a word or touch, yet she slumbers on. Her coma might be soething elves self-induce to escape the pain of injury, but if so, why doesn't she end it? There's no danger to her now."

"But does she know that?" asked Eragon quietly.

Murtagh put a hand on his shoulder.

"This must wait. We have to leave now or risk losing our hard-won lead. You can tend to her later when we stop."

"One thing first." said Eragon. Kilf watched him carefully wet her lips and face. He seemed to care for the elf. She allowed herself to sense the blood running through the elf's veins. There was poison present. Would they figure it out before it's too late? Should she offer the information? They hadn't asked her to do anything, and she already told them she could heal. Perhaps they did not trust or believe her yet. Either way, she could keep the elf alive if they didn't find a solution.

They reached the river. Murtagh tossed a branch into the torrent and watched it race away, bobbing along the water.

"How deep do you think it is?" asked Eragon.

"I can't tell." He looked worried.

"Several miles deep at the centre." Kilf answered. Both looked incredulously at her.

"Well, if you're the sorceress of water, why don't you just make us a path!" Murtagh said irritably.

"Ok." She said as she stepped forward. "Probably best to go over rather than through. The horses are flighty creatures." She started her forms, moving her arms in up cycling motions. The water came up and solidified to ice, creating a bridge. She stepped on and continued her stance and movements, creating more of the bridge as she moved along.

"Well? Are you coming?" She asked as she looked back. Oops. maybe too much as she looked at their faces of shock. Murtagh was the first to snap out of it as he prodded the bridge with his foot, as if checking it was real. They glanced at each other, then proceeded. Saphira took the elf on her belly and flew close by. They managed to get the horses on, Kilf had made sure the surface was not smooth so it was less slippery. They moved at a snail's pace, but she remained patient. As they crossed, she released the bridge behind them back into water to prevent the soldiers from following. Smoke could be seen in the distance from them. It took them several hours to cross the river, but they made it to the other side.