mmd8280: Bloodfire, yes. Shadowlight; oh just you wait; have I got a plan for that. :) This is the reaction I was hoping for in that. Now I get to be one of those authors that refuse to give you a straight forward answer. :)

kmc995: Very good point. Especially the three thousand coins one. And let's not forget that coins, or crowns, are the equivalent of three dollars in American. So that's close to ten grand just for sleeping conditions. And yeah he has known Hola for a lot longer. In fact, I like them so much that I may, when I'm done writing these books, I may just write a prequel about them. :) Thanks; I try.

Obliterator1519: :0 I totally spaced doing that. And I can't do it in this chapter, for reasons which should become apart after you read it. Aesire is how it's spelled. :) Exactly the reaction I was hoping for; from not just you but from everyone that reads this.

Antclift: :) Ah, but it was not her thinking it. If that doesn't make sense it will sometime in the foreseeable future.

FlexManSteel: How come sarcasm? I mean, now I don't feel good because I caught a cold, but why else would I feel good?

Aesire dropped down beside the pile of books and opened one of them, marveling at the knowledge he held. These books are older than I am. An hour passed as his eyes drank in every word the book contained. He loved books almost as much as he loved games of strategy. Then a familiar presence came into his awareness. He needed naught to look to know who stood before him; for her presence alone weighted on his heart. He looked up with a smile at Hola. Her smooth brown hair flowed down her back, each thread of hair combining perfectly with the rest to form a crown for her face. Like always when he looked into her eyes, he was powerless to look away. Her ears were tapered upward rather than forward as they were usually. She sat down beside him, her tail curled up in her lap.

"Something wrong?" he asked, noting the distracted look in her eyes.

"I am not sure." She looked over at him with the side long glance he had seen so many times. "Tell me; what is the relationship that exists between you and the dark skinned woman?"

"Nasuada?"

"Aye."

"A leader and a subordinate, I believe. Why ever do you ask?"

"For a very specific reason."

Aesire smiled. "Don't feel like sharing it?" That drew a smile, if only a small one, out of Hola. "So did anything of significance occur?" Hola reached over and touched her nose to his, an act of love and affection often done by wolves.

"Nothing worthy of repeating." Aesire lowered his head to her waist and listened to her stomach.

"How long do you suppose?"

Hola giggled and pushed his head away. "I have a part of three different species in my blood, Aesire; one of them not even remotely human. I do require a questionable amount of time."

"Yes, but I want to know how much time," Aesire said, excitedly.

"The human part of me will take quite some time. As for the wolf and werecat; those could take no more than two months. How long are you planning on hiding it from the others?"

"Do you think you can hide it?"

"I can hide two wolf ears and a tail; I believe I am more than capable of hiding the first signs of pregnancy." Aesire smiled and kissed her on the forehead. A long moment passed before Hola said, "I intend to fight when we reach Uru'baen."

"Good," Aesire said. "We could use your talents."

"You aren't going to stop me?"

"You fight with a selfless goal to make right the acts done by people long before you were born- to make yourself right in the eyes of both the wolves and the werecats. The only way you can do that is by proving beyond the shadow of a doubt that you would die for any cause that meant anything to you, regardless the fact that you are a half breed. Denying you the right to take part in the battle would be no different than denying you a reason to live and I don't think I could live without you."

"Thank you, Aesire. Have you found anything interesting?"

At that moment one of the twelve elves ran up beside them and said, "Where is Rider Eragon?"

"He went up to the surface; why?"

"We've found a fourth book that matches the description of the three that rested in the lake of fire." Aesire stood quickly, as did Hola. "We thought to report it to you without moving or disturbing it."

"Show me," Aesire said. The elf nodded and turned to walk away. Aesire and Hola followed him past piles of books to a back room that had been locked by magic.

"We broke the seal of this room and the book was set right there," the elf said, raised his arm to the book that rested on a podium. "No one has touched it since we found it."

Aesire stepped up to it, running his hands over the green cover and the two symbols wrote into its cover. "Futurestar," Aesire said. "What devilish spell has Galbatorix come up with now?"

"Should we open it?"

"No. There could easily be traps set. Get Eragon." One of the elves ran off with as much speed as the tight quarters would allow.

"What is this," Hola asked.

"There are three other books like this outside in the chamber; each of them depicting one of three great spells the elves discovered before their war with the dragons."

"And so this is a fourth?"

"No, I doubt it."

"Why?"

"Look at the book. It's in much better condition than the others. It looks like it could have been made a few years ago, not millennia. Galbatorix must have been the creator of this book; so it stands to reason that he invented the spell it depicts." Hola stepped up closer to it and raised one of her hands over it. "What are you...?" Hola began to speak in a soft voice, not in human or the Ancient Language but some convoluted mixture of the two.

"It holds no physical traps."

"How can you tell?"

She pointed to her ears. "I spoke a spell to detect physical traps and when the sound bounced back to my ears it told me there were none."

"You never mentioned that ability."

"We've never been in an instance where it would arise in conversation."

"What did you find?" Eragon asked as he stepped into the room.

"A fourth book. Hola says there are no physical traps set. I wanted to make sure there were no magical ones either." Eragon stepped up beside them and examined it. "This book is quite a bit younger than the others, which I deduce means Galbatorix invented it."

"Mor'mar," Eragon said, raising his arm out. The book opened slowly and shuffled through the pages. "I think it would be best if this book is touched as little as possible; if not at all. There may be timed spells on it. Risa," Eragon said and the book rose off the dais and Eragon walked away to read it in silence.

Two hours passed as Aesire paced the floor, waiting for Eragon to come out of the room.

"You know that the more you pace the longer it will take," Hola said. She sat on the floor directly above him.

"I know," Aesire said.

"Then why don't you stop pacing and read a book?"

"What if that book had a spell to kill anyone that read it?"

"Then we would have heard Eragon's dying screams by now."

"What if it kills him instantly?"

Hola sighed, her ears falling back. "Alright; back up plan, then. I believe Nasuada is falling in love with you." That stopped Aesire. He looked up at her with a surprised expression.

"What?"

"The dark skinned woman. In a bit more human a term, she's falling for you."

Aesire turned fully to her. "Hola, that's absurd. Besides," he said, stepping up beside her. "Even if she was, not every piece of gold in the world could convince me to betray your love."

Hola crossed her arms, the beginning sparks of amusement in her gold eyes. "How am I to know that is not some story you and she concocted to cover your affair up?"

"Very well," Aesire said, smiling. "Logic against logic. You have been at my side every moment of every day since we moved into Dras'Leona; and I would have it no other way. You have been at arm's reach of me every day and night. At what point in time would we have time for such things?"

Hola crossed one leg over the other, arms still crossed. "I am not convinced," she said. "I still do not like her."

"You're imagining things," he said, placing his forehead on hers. "And your sense of smell and hearing do not eliminate your imagination, no matter how far the three are separated."

Hola's ears flicked and she began to giggle and laugh. Aesire did as well. When they stopped Hola said, "So be it."

"Listen to me, Hola," Aesire said, taking her hand. "I will never openly and willingly betray you; with anyone or anything. Not if I was the King of the world with a million unbelievably attractive servants. You are too important to me. Okay?"

Hola's tail pushed into view and began to wave back and forth. "Okay." Hola lowered her head towards his, eyes closed and a faint smile on her lips. Aesire smiled and reached up to place his forehead on hers. He breathed in the scent of her hair and his heart quickened with the close proximity of their lips.

Then somewhere in the far back of his mind there came a voice, no louder than the smallest of whispers, and an image of a shadowy figure.

You love this woman, don't you? And she loves you. She told you so on the day of your reunion. She would understand, then, if you choose to take another woman. Nasuada would be perfect.

In his mind's eye he saw Nasuada. She stood completely naked under a tree. Her skin was wet but not water ran off of her. She turned to him and through the veil of her matted hair her smoky eyes locked with his. She lowered herself down the tree, not sitting down but pushed up against the bark. Her perfect breasts quivered in the chill air, her nipples erect and hard. She began to run her hands down herself, eyes still locked with his.

"Go to her, Aesire. This is simply a figment of your imagination. What Hola care?"

Aesire stepped up in front of Nasuada. She looked up at him; her tongue ran over her full lips with passion. "Touch me," she said, her voice trembling with desire. "Touch me, Aesire." Aesire lifted one of his hands and reached out to her. Nasuada closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Instead of touching her he had placed two fingers on her forehead. A dark look adorned his eyes. A light began to shimmer from the tips of his fingers.

"Before I met Hola my life was a blank void. There was no difference between the way I lived my life and death. I would sleep with any woman that crossed my path as if it were nothing more than waking in the morning." He looked up at the blue sky with a dark glare and he spoke with the fire of lordship. "I don't know who you or who you think you are to think you can so easily tamper with my mind; but know this. You are not, nor ever shall, be welcome in my mind. You," he said to Nasuada, "are nothing more than the defragmented shadow of a villain's mind. You will never be as close to me as Hola. So be gone! I command you!" With the sound of glass shattering Nasuada exploded. The shadowed figure's voice rang in his mind once again, this time with the sound of clapping.

"You, Aesire, are truly worthy of your title. You command the world to do as you wish and it does it, even without Lunarmist. I am truly honored to have known you before now. Now, however, you tamper with my plans and this I cannot allow. Before the moon is set once again in its full size in the night skies you will throw to the side your love for Hola, weather you want to or not. This will come to pass even if the full powers of your Lunarmist come against it. Until we truly see each other again, Aesire of The Mist."

Aesire came back to himself and found himself still in contact with Hola. "I will never harm you, Hola."

From behind them Eragon cleared his throat loudly. When the two did nothing he cleared it again, louder. For a third and a fourth time he cleared his throat, trying to get their attention, before Aesire said, "You might want to get that cough cheeked out; it sounds like it's going to your chest."

"If you two are done, I think I've learned everything worth learning about Futurestar." Aesire turned and looked at him expectantly. "Come," Eragon said.

Reader: Okay so, couple of things to point out here. A: What's with the long update and really short chapter? B: If you break up Hola and Aesire I will hunt you down and force you to change the story. C: Why would you even do that in the first place? And D: What is wrong with you that you would do that?

Me: A: I was sick and didn't feel up to putting the chapter up. B: ...that's kind of concerning. C: If I did it wouldn't be without cause. D: Probably some disorder that forces me to do horrible things. All I'm gonna say is please bear with me.

Well, for all those who don't read the above conversation, I caught a cold and I didn't feel up to getting the chapter up for all you awesome people. I am deeply sorry, thus the update. I do believe that's all for this update on the shtuff going on in my life. Oh wait! For those who care, my diehard's, I was just randomly going through the sports center in my home town and I saw the most awesome airsoft gun I have ever seen. Costed $450; so I'm saving for it. My brother is going to pitch in...soooooooo...yeah see you next chapter.

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