Author's Note: Much to Hisota's dismay, she doesn't own the original ideas for this story, as it sole belongs to Christopher Paolini. The ideas of control of elements of Hisota's original character belongs to Dragon of Twilight and were tweaked by ObsidianTheatre, as was the plotline in the fan fiction.

A scream ripped from my throat as Levka rammed his palm into his eye socket. He grunted as Mother's right eye twisted into his cutting apart his own eye to gain access into the socket, gashing through his lower and upper eyelids. Levka lowered his head and covered his eye with his arm, groaning as blood dripping off the pallid limb.

"Levka!"

The present greeted me almost too soon. My eyes gained focus upon the colourless stone floor. Levka, you're so thoughtless, so noble, so self sacrificing. You should have let him steal my eyes, let him kill me. Instead, you died in my place.

I watched as my older brother wilted to the ground. Watched as the other Nymph's head rolled away. Watched, and realized the horror, and repugnance I felt about my own race. To kill another of our kind for immortality? To take the eye our own blood relation for strength? All for what?

Of course, it's all in the thirst, the need to survive!

Wait, no, no, no! It cannot be. Could Levka betray me? Is he also on this path of survival? Is he only keeping me alive for long enough so he can kill me? Kill me and use my eyes for his own purposes? Kill me and use my eyes for the same purpose as he used Mother's eye? Kill me an betray me? No, no! I cannot let him! I cannot just sit and wait for the moments where he decides its time to take my eyes.

My breathe came in short gasps, as if the air couldn't pass through a wall in my throat. I sank to my knees, grasping my hair and screamed.

"No, No, No!" There has to be a way to stop him. To prevent myself from dying. I don't want to die!

NO!

But... yes. Now is the time. The time when Levka is weaker than he will ever be. He is on the verge of death. I would be doing him a favour if I kill him now. My legs straightened themselves, and carried me forward. Levka's weakened body was curled up, as his chest rose and fell with his laboured breathing. Congealed and dried blood sealed most of his wounds, he would be unable to fully recover unless he takes a human eye. Unfortunately for him he wouldn't have the opportunity to heal. I gently knelt beside him, placing both my hands upon his upper arm. I must reassure him, give him trust that I wouldn't harm him.

"Levka," I murmured. "Levka, are you alright?" I gave him a light shake. He moaned in response.

'Yes Dycentra."He slowly began to roll over, perfect; his eyes will be at full exposure. I would take his left eye. The eye which holds his power of Hellfire. "I'll heal eventually." He continued. Unaware of my advancing upon his eye. Unaware that my fingers are a mere hairs width from his closed eyelids. Unaware that his life will end in mere seconds. "As long as you're safe." I froze. Was Levka really concerned about my safety?

I shook my head, of course he is! He wants to be sure I live until he needed my eyes. It's just an act, he knows my plan! He is trying to confuse me! I can't let this happen, I won't, I won't, I won't!

My fingers pulled back the lids protecting his left eye, Levka gasped, his hands weakly clutched mine in attempt to stop me.

"Dy, what are you – " I cannot hesitate, I cannot let him fool me into thinking that he would protect me. I plunged my fingered into his eye socket, blood heavily streaming out and covered my white hand. Levka cried out in anguish. His body arching as I wrenched the mauve orb from the muscles holding it in place. "Dy!" He breathed. "Dycentra, why?" I refused to answer him, my resolve will break, and I will return his eye to him if I opened my mouth. Holding the sphere like I watched him do, I situated it over my right eye. The forsaken eye. The socket that should never be exchanged. The eye that should always be my own, untainted by the blood of another. Gritting my teeth, I slammed the eye in, a Nymph's eye should never be exchanged only added. Excruciating pain forced me to the ground, withering. I shrieked, countless times. All I could remember was Levka's eye splitting open my own.

Blood matted my hair. As my breath finally returned to me. I slowly opened my new right eye. Nothing was different, I could still see clearly, however inside, I could feel a new power, surging to overwhelm and take over. With only adrenaline holding it back.

"Dy! Dy!" Levka screamed. He had managed to sit upright, though struggling to close the wounds that had opened. "What have you done?" I stood, striding over to his fallen sword – soon to be my inheritance.

"Levka, my brother." I began. I snatched the hilt and lifting the sword. "You were going to betray me. I had too, I had no choice!" Lifting the heavy sword over my head, I stepped towards my brother. "I want to live." I whispered. "And if I want to live you must..." I slammed the sword down, crushing my brother's heart. Levka unleashed a chocked sob, his last breath. "die."

I shook my head. Now isn't the time to relive the past. A tug on my skirt pulled me out of berating myself. The blind child had beckoned me.

"Come on, Lady Dycentra. I'll protect you."

I scoffed. A child, a blind one no less promises to protect me? Am I that weak, to have the unwanted protection my brother, Murtugh Morzansson, and a blind child? How degrading! I glared at the child clinging to my legs. Say...he is blind. How well would he be able to fend for himself in this world, of Nymphs, Dragons, Shades, and Elves? Not well... I would be doing him a favour killing him – a mercy killing. My lips pulled up into a cruel smirk. I bent down, and enveloped the child in a hug.

"Hush." I crooned. "Let me divulge you in a secret." My voice growing more menacing, my fingers wrapping around his neck. "Child, there are times, when power is worth more than ethics." With that, I jerked my arm, snapping his neck. Then without warning the abrupt crashing of stones, claws upon metal and roars in the night sky arose my sense of endurance. Murtugh must have found what he wanted.

Author's Note: Did you know exam weeks are in June? Obsidian Theatre graciously apologizes for the long delay, and hopes you enjoy this chapter! Please comment upon Hisota's writing style, or anything in between.