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Chapter 16:

Echoes of voices laughing and the feeling of fingers and hands prodding her broke like waves against her stupor. Then the heavy clomping of shoes against stone that was frighteningly familiar came close to her ear. The feeling of something drizzling down her throat made her stir. Everything went quiet around her, and then a deep voice said,

'Get her chained, even the females are stronger than men.' Immediately she felt something cool and circular clamp around her ankles, knees, hips, stomach, wrists, and biceps. She tried to move, but something held her firmly down. Laughing began again, and soon the blackness enveloped her.

Eragon PoV:

He reached her quickly, each step revealing a stone that he thought did not exist. She smiled at him, revealing perfect teeth. The smile faded, replaced by a frown, she spoke then, and the sound was mesmerizing,

'You did not make it for my brother, but my mate and I still breathe, but you must move quickly.' She took his hand and began to draw him towards the edge of the lake, towards another figure draped in black. He was stunned, there was no child, and so was it a trap? He could not think properly so he asked hoarsely,

'What about the child?' the woman gave him a sideways look and smiled.

'I can take that form, but I find humans are calmer when I am in this guise.' She replied vaguely. His eyes widened at the implications of what she said. By that time they were at the shore, and she had sat on a rock beside the hooded figure, taking his hand. The hooded figure replied by squeezing her shoulder and throwing back his hood, revealing a handsome face that was marred by a singular scar that ran lightly from above his eyebrow to his mid cheek. It did not deform his face in any way, but rather made him look deadly and harsh. The woman leaned forward, and studied him fiercely before talking.

'You are Eragon, rider of Saphira, son of Brom, son of Selena?' he nodded, amazed she knew his name.

'I am Yawe, my mate is Kuthian, and we are son and daughter of unknown, for we are too old to remember.' She looked at him directly, her features grave and her face proud.

'My brother passed into the true void hours ago, and soon we fear we will be the same. We need to tell you things, Eragon, important things. But you must listen, and we must do things for your payment.' He looked at her, his eyes narrowed.

'What do you need for payment?' the name Kuthian made Eragon shudder, and he remembered the cat's prophecy. This time Kuthian spoke in reply.

'We will tell you in due time child, but now, listen. Learn. And do what we are doomed not to do.' His voice rumbled like thunder, and he settled further into the stone, apparently waiting for Yawe to begin. In addition, she did, her face sad, her tone low, and her hands always clasped with her mate's.

'Are story is long, but I will shorten it, we have little time. My name is known among the elves, it is engraved as a symbol on people. However, I served as not only a fighter for the elves, but for every race in Alagaesia. I kept balance; I fought for peace and only peace. For a mortal king, and an immortal value. However, my kind faded, and soon vanished, leaving me behind. I am very special Eragon. Despite how I seem. I have qualities that bypass the norm. These things you must have before I too extinguish. Kuthian is special, very special. He is a spirit, one that has a better understanding of everything around him.' She stopped to take a breath, and Kuthian's voice started the story.

'Every being has a flame inside them Eragon. That flame is a spirit. Yes, it dies, but only because it must be replaced by another being. I am the oldest of spirits; I monitor the life around me.' He stopped and again Yawe took over.

'I on the other hand, keep the balance, so that he predator does not eat too much of the prey, and the prey too much of anything. I change into what I seem fit. A quality I see and deem fit for you to have.' She stopped, and looked directly at him, she looked at Eragon and said dryly,

'But your payment is this: you must keep balance. You must have the true engravings. Kuthian's price is different. He needs you to keep the animals safe. Not the way that I do, but the way that he does.' She gave him a solid look. And Kuthian spoke.

'The fire must still burn Eragon, or they will grow into savages, demons without pure intentions. Yawe's ability is to change forms; mine ability is to hold deep abilities with fire. The way that I do that, might not take your liking. I sing. I sing fire within people. That is what has kept us alive so long. But soon, boy, soon, after we see your thoughts, intentions, and life, can we bestow these gifts.'

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