A/N - Hey guys, finally figured this editor out and how you guys were putting in your A/N's (for those of you who are authors). I'm really sorry for my late update as i have been busy with a week long sporting commitment and didn't have access to a computer as i was away from home. I should have another chapter up tomorrow (fingers crossed) but after that there will be a short dry spell due to yet another sporting commitment.

As I'm sure you have read plenty of times please Read & Review as I know authors enjoy the gratification it gives them; on the same notion, constructive criticism is always the best but i won't mind any flames as i know i have a lot to learn. A big shout out the author of Ganga Fram; Alfakyn-Elf for being my unofficial beta and proofing all of my stuff, i know it makes my stories better.

So enjoy.

Du Domia abr Threyja

Elainæ woke in a frenzy of confused mutters, groans of tight muscles, and a light-headed blankness. Stretching her limbs and rolling her shoulders, Elainæ made her way to the bathroom she had sung into existence as her first trial of the art. Opening a door opposite the main entrance to her personal abode, Elainæ entered a large and spacious bathroom adorned with a vine woven privacy drape for body-size wash basin, intricate glyphs on the darkly colored hard-wood walls. Walking towards her body-length mirror, Elainæ inspected herself after the year-long trip that had ensued until the night before.

Her usually shoulder length dark-oak colored hair had grown to her elbows since she had last cut it and had acquired light tips due to the extended exposure to the sun. Her naturally high cheekbones and slanted eyes were in perfect harmony and complimented her delicately pointed ears that were tucked behind her spiraling hair. Memories of a life in the forge were encased in her dark green eyes that were tinted with a sky-marine blue. A determined but modest chin outlined her overall beautiful face. Her body was covered with modest but toned muscles from a life assisting and applying craft in an around the forge and on the practice fields.

As Elainæ studied herself in her mirror so too, did her mother.

"You look like wreck," pronounced Rhunön.

"Says you," replied elainæ in a mocking but loving tone. Over their time in the forge together, Elainæ and her mother had become closer as mother and daughter and had also founded a bond of jovial friendship.

Smirking, Rhunön muttered a spell under her breath and Elainæ's hair conformed to her usual standards of length and color.

"I could have done that myself!" Elainæ exclaimed in a tone that suggested her mother's act had offended her.

"I know... But I felt as though you deserve special treatment since you did such a good job on your assignment."

"But mother, I found no sources of brightsteel and returned as empty handed as when I left." announced Elainæ, referring to the 100 year long journey she had taken to locate the elusive material.

"The fact remains that you tried and returned unharmed," Rhunön said, caressing her daughters face in the palm of her hand. "there's something we need to talk about..." she continued hesitantly.

"What is it?" replied Elainæ in an interested but cautious manner.

"Your father and his dragon were slain in an attempt to fend off the oath and egg breaking Galbatorix and the blasted fiends called the Wyrdfell," sobbed Rhunön, bursting into tears all the while. Cursing in dwarvish and throwing herself to her daughter's shoulder, Rhunön characteristically let her physical, mental and emotional defenses slip. Retuning the sentiment, Elainæ proceeded in the same fashion, mourning over the loss of her father and her mothers mate.

"The what..." Elainæ started briefly, only to be interrupted by her mother's mind molding with hers. Elainæ recoiled as memories of her father came flooding in. One such memory stuck out above the others.

... An elf, adorned in war-correspondence uniforms, knocked on the forge door and proceeded inside. Swearing in dwarfish about her interrupted work, Rhunön looked up and was caught by surprise.

"I regret deeply to inform you that your mate Valkyre and his dragon Zephron have perished into the void at the hands of Galbatorix. He died protecting Doru Araebe from the Wyrdfell and asked me to show you this memory."

A figure sat on a stool of wood and a large lizard-like head placed next to him. The figure himself was seemingly tall and a stocky built. Strong arms from natural talent with a blade and a mental power that surged from his eyes were his predominant features but a tender and loving side introduced itself in his words.
"My darling Rhunön… If you are seeing this memory it means that i have died at the hands of the Wyrdfell in an attempt to rid the world of the hell-bound oath breakers. Just know that I will always love you and that I want you to protect Elainæ and keep her safe. I love you both." the memory faded between the links as the armor clad and handsome figure took flight on his dragon.

"I am truly sorry," said the messenger, "he was our best sorcerer and humble servant to the order."

Elainæ was left shocked as a torrent of understanding came to her. Wordlessly, a raging fire appeared around her hands as Elainæ started tearing up the bathroom. "Why?" she screamed repeatedly.
Collapsing to the floor in a mixture of self-pity, disbelief and a shame of what had just transpired; Elainæ lay unmoving and transmitted her anguish mentally so all could hear.

"Slytha," Rhunön pronounced clearly as she placed her hand on her daughters temple.

"Elly!" cried a figure that had climbed his way into Elainæ's spell induced dream-state.

"Father!" she called, knowing that he was the only person who called her by that name.

"Yes Elly, it is I, your father. I have come here to tell you that your purpose in life is beyond the forge. Do not disregard your mother for your purpose and fate rely on the fact that you learn all that she knows. You are to become a being that will bridge the gap between the spirits and physical beings and will have power bestowed on you by my legacy when the time comes."

"Father. I..." replied Elainæ, but was interrupted once again, by her father.
"My time now is short," interrupted Valkyre "I do not have the strength to cast any more magic inside the void directly to you. Pay attention to your surroundings, we shall be in contact..."

Elainæ's vision faded into nothing as her father drifted from sight.

Thanks again guys and remember to R&R and look at Ganga Fram if you haven't already. She is under my favourite authors and her story is also on my favourites list.