Moon-chan: Here is the first chapter of The Bonded ones. I know that some of you don' t want to hear this sort of thing, but I would like to thank the only person that put me on their story alerts list, Thanks, you know who you are. I also would like to state that I do not own in any way the Inheritance Cycle. I do however own Lurana and Faye as well as their entire contingent of people with them. I also own this story plot line so if you try to steal it...I'll let Shade take this part, sis.

Shade: I will personally show you around my domain *smirks* Hell, and don't get it in your pretty little head that you'll be going home because if they can't find a body it's just another missing person. JK no, you'll just end up listening to our parents say things that parents just shouldn't say...*shudders*

Chapter 1

Lafaye, or Faye as some called her, lay in her bedroll awake. She had been thinking about her elder brother again. It had been almost a year since his death, but she still mourned him. She hadn't known him very well, but he had been kind. Faloin had been born with emerald green hair that had quickly faded to black only hours after his birth.

Lafaye hadn't been there of course, she was only eighteen and she had been born with striking ruby hued tresses. She was sad about her brother's death, but the more recent demise of her beloved father was what wrenched at her heart the most. She knew somehow that her mother was still around as she had been for almost a million years. The young woman rolled over onto her side so that her gaze fell on the sleeping form of her younger sister. Lafaye was over protective of the younger girl mainly because of the fact that her hair was even more unusual compared to hers. Lafaye was worried that the veil that her sister wore to cover her hair would one day slip and her mane of azure hair would be revealed.

Giving up on getting back to sleep she rose silently, like a panther staking its prey. As soon as she had come to her feet she felt a feeling that the one that she was connected to through her heart, soul, and mind was in need of her. Closing her amber eyes Faye dropped into lotus position her mind instantly connecting with that of her bonded's chosen. When she opened her spirit eyes she found herself in a glade near a waterfall. Sitting on a rock with his feet in the water was Murtagh, his eyes down cast.

When Faye sat down next to him, he did not look up from the water, instead he asked, "How is it that, Galbatorix has not found out about your visits to me, Faye?"

Lafaye smiled sofly, a thing that only two people have seen. "He cannot sense something that he has never known about. In fact from what I remember from my readings his dragon would not let his counterpart meet him. So the very fact protects you and me. How are you feeling, is Thorn well?" Lafaye asked as she brushed a stray strand of her hair behind an ear.

"I am as well as can be expected considering that the King has me under his thumb. Thorn is doing as well too. I don't know what would have happened to us if you had not made contact with us when you did. "

"You were never alone, Thorn and I have been with you from the beginning. You just never sensed us due to the fact that you were not open to the feeling." Faye placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Murtagh, I do not blame you for anything that you have done. Neither does your brother, he is just in a place that he never thought he would be in right now."

"How can you know that Eragon doesn't blame me for killing his master and for the fact that I was the one that ruined his little idea about his father," he said angrily finally meeting the golden eyes of Faye.

"Murtagh, my sister is his partner. I know this because she tells me so. She is hurt that he thinks that he is in love with Arya, however. She wears her veil even within this dreamscape, and so your brother thinks that it is the Princess of the Elves that visits him in his waking dreams to calm him."

Murtagh nodded, he knew that everything that Lafaye told him would not be able to be used against him or her, seeing as she guarded this part of his mind from everything else. "Where are you now, Faye. I worry about you."

"I am where I always have been, by your side," Faye said evasively. Her eyes changed then to be slightly teasing, "Now on a side note...Can I kick your brother's arse? He's an obtuse, bastard."

"That's not what I meant and you know it Faye, why do you always do that?" Murtagh said running an irritated hand through his dense brown hair.

Faye laughed. "I know," she said, kissing his cheek. "I must go now, I have to get moving." She looked at him fondly before she disappeared from his sight and back to that of the waking world.

When Lafaye opened her eyes she was met with those of her younger sister, who was sitting in an almost identical position. The younger of the two was wearing the veil already. The younger girl was what some people at first glance thought was shy, but Lafaye knew better. That outer shell was just to lull others into a false sense of security. Thinking about this Faye noticed that her sister's hands though neatly folded in her lap were also clenched together, something that if the person didn't know the other girl well wouldn't notice. Faye knew Lurana very well, so she knew that there was something wrong. She just hoped that it wasn't anything major considering that Eragon was the one that most likely caused this mood. "Ana, what's wrong," Faye asked her lilting voice filling the still morning air.

"It's nothing sister, I am just..." Lurana trailed off and looked away from her sister's all seeing amber eyes.

"If it really were nothing Ana, you would have told me what was bothering you already. Now what is the problem? Is it him, is he causing you problems again?" Faye's eyes seemed to shimmer with irritation.

Ana sighed, she knew that her sister would not drop something like this. Who was she kidding if she thought that her sister wouldn't notice that something had gotten through her, demure facade? She looked at her sister, to say she looked meaning the veiled head moved so that what was approximately her face pointed toward her sister. "It is Eragon Faye, but it is not because he is in trouble or in danger of any sort. It is a different type of problem altogether." Ana's head tilted down so that she was supposedly looking at her hands, one really can't tell with her head garment blocking the view.

"It has something to do with his feelings for a certain stuck up princess am I right?" Faye smirked as she saw her sister's head shoot up to stare at her. The ruby haired teen waved a hand in front of her in a I knew it was probably something like that gesture.

"It is, and it isn't at the same time. Faye he thinks that Arya is me. I don't know how he got that idea, I mean seriously she doesn't see him that way nor does she have the power to connect her mind, body, and soul to another person over a long distance like we do."

"That Bastard (A/N: according to the actual definition of this word, this is actually a correct way to use it while also getting the full benefit of its negative connotation.) I'm going to really rip him a new one now! That prick, how the hell can he confuse Arya for you? Seriously, is he both blind and deaf, you and Arya have completely different personalities." Faye stopped for a moment, and ran a frustrated hand through her bright red tresses and sighed. "I know, I should control my temper," she said at the look she knew she was getting from Lurana from underneath the gossamer shield.

"That is true, but when I see him more than likely I am going to be too angry to care about his physical health. I might slap him just to make myself feel better."

Before the two could continue their conversation one of the members of their guard walked into the grove, battle ax in hand. "My ladies, the Varden are trying to take Arows and failing. Should we assist them?" The dwarf asked the two young women sitting in the middle of the trees.

Lafaye stood her five foot six frame languidly rising. It was then that her clothing came to light. She wore a tunic that stopped just below her hips in soft black cotton. Then under that she wore a pair of form fitting black leather trews. On her feet she had a pair of knee high black leather boots that had a slight, but undistinguishable heel. Once Lafaye was on her feet, Lurana rose. Her clothes were a muted grey like the mist on the hills in the morning before the sun breaks through the clouds. Her tunic reached her knees, but other than that she wore the same thing as her sister not including the veil, however, that obscured her sapphire blue mane from on lookers.

The sisters then looked at each other as they telepathically communicated that they were going to assist the Varden, just if Eragon was there he was going to get a nice slap upside the head as an arrow was on its way to a target. Faye smirked turned feral she was in the mood for a hunt. "We will help them take Arows, but if asked any questions regarding who or where we are from remain silent. Listen for the sound of Lady Ana's horn, it will signal when we need make haste away from here." With that said Faye turned to gather her things and place them atop her mighty steed, Shadow. When she looked, however, she found that all her things had already been replaced on to the saddle of her black stallion. Ana had already made easy work of breaking camp and saddling her dappled grey mare, Mist as well as the larger animal. Faye smiled.

"Looks like it's time for us to go to battle sister," Ana stated as she mounted her horse.

"It does, doesn't it?" The older young woman said as she snapped the reigns lightly to signal to her four legged friend that she was ready to move. "This is going to be fun," she said as she then looked off in the direction of the battle with a gleam in her eye.