Sorry for the wait but I've had TAKS this week so i've been pretty busy, god they totally suck. anyway, thank you to everyone that reviewed on the last chapter, it was no way as many hits as i had but it was a deffinate improvment :D

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61-Dissapointment

I morphed back into my human form and looked her square in the eyes, as if trying to look into her very soul.

"Rhunön, what exactly do you know of this sword, I have heard of many stories of it, but I would like to know the truth before it is actually time to use it." I said, not bothering to keep my voice from Boden, he had heard Rhunön's exclamation, that I was a werewolf, so he was listening intently now, confused and eager to hear more.

I handed her the sword, watching as her wrinkled hands clasped the blade reluctantly, sad emotions flitting over her wizened features.

"Of course this sword has many tales of it, it is the single most unique and powerful weapon ever forged, its abilities surpass any other, and perhaps the most exclusive feature is the fact that it chooses its own wielder. Of course people talk of it, of course it has been fought over, and of course people have died over it. This sword has the power to, if in the wrong hands, destroy the world, or in the good, rescue it. It can change life as we know it, however it is used."

I looked at her skeptically, "And it chose me." I said slowly, my mind reeling.

She nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on me, the staring Boden behind her forgotten in the conversation.

"It obviously feels that you are the right person to handle it, whether you choose the path of good in the end, or not, it thinks that you will do what is best. That is how I made it." She smiled as I stared at her, I had expected as much but to hear her admit it was still a bit surprising, and even made me feel slightly relieved. She had forged the sword, hopefully she could tell me how to work it, or what to do with it.

Boden decided at this time to add his voice to the conversation, "So let me get this straight, you made the sword, Rhunön, and it…chose Kalanie to control it?"

"That's about right." The old elf replied, handing me back the moon sword.

"But how do you work it?" I asked her urgently, eager to learn its secrets.

She smiled and shook her head in response. "I am afraid I cannot say, you are meant to find out that on your own, even I do not know its true power." I sighed, of course nothing was ever that easy.

"Thank you Rhunön, I am sorry for wasting your time. Do you know of anyone else that might posses dragon armor?" I asked her, turning to leave while belting on the silver sword.

She shook her head, "I am afraid not, no complete sets anyway. I am sorry, and please look after the sword with your life, if any one else gets there hands on it, no matter how trustworthy, the power it possesses can drive them mad with hunger for it." I nodded and left, Boden trailing behind, his face confused as he took his place at my side once more.

He looked at me with a smirk on his face and admiration in his eyes, "There is truly more to you than meets they eye. So, if you do not mind me asking, what exactly are you if you are part human, wolf, and dragon? Unless you are able to change to other creatures that I am unaware of as well..."

I cringed at the question, it was not one I particularly like to answer, and he, sensing this, instantly apologized, "I am sorry, it was wrong of me to ask, you do not have to answer if you don't want to, I wont force you to." I shook my head.

"No, you have a right to know. To be honest, I am not completely sure what I am, but I have a pretty good idea. So for the time being I suppose I will say that I am a Shifter, but you cannot tell anyone, or the consequences might not be pleasant." I pleaded, staring into his ocher eyes.

He looked back at me, "Do not worry, I will tell no one. But why do you not want people to know of your abilities, they could help a lot in the coming war."

"People cannot be trusted; you do not know who is working for the King, or any other dark force. It is best that they are kept a secret."

He nodded and we continued down the paths and I suddenly realized where we were heading and I stopped dead, planting my feet in the ground and refusing to go further. I could smell him, his dark scent burning my nostrils with the now-noticeable difference between Dorran's smell and his own clouding my mind I felt even angrier at myself for not realizing it sooner.

"What's wrong?" Boden asked, pausing beside me and tensing, as if waiting for an attack.

I growled, low and animalistic, startling Boden and causing his eyes to go wide.

"Excuse me Boden but I have some unpleasant and needing-to-die business to attend to, I will be back in a while, it is best if you do not follow me." I walked forwards as I said that, his putrid scent growing stronger with each step until my eyes watered and my form shook with anger and the wanting to rip his flesh.

Don't do this Kalanie, he could kill you and I would have to come and blow our cover in order to avenge you. If he is a full Shifter then he will be able to morph into far more creatures than you or I are capable of, Dorran's voice came into my head and my walking slowed slightly.

Perhaps this is a mistake, and perhaps I will die, but that would be fine with me as long as I hurt that…monster as much as possible, and I ask that you do not lose your mind in wanting revenge if I do die, I thought back, my voice shaking in anger and hatred.

I heard a sighing in my head, Kalanie, you cannot settle everything with brute force, be logical, if he does indeed turn on us at the battle then there will be a better chance of defeating one as powerful as him with the extra help of Eragon, Saphira, and me, so please don't do anything to give us away, or especially to get you killed, I would never forgive myself for not being there to stop you otherwise, he thought back, his voice desperate and pleading.

I wont get myself killed Dorran, do not worry, I will just…tell him…or show him… what I think of him, I replied, grinning savagely as I began running towards the tree house that I had stayed at, where the stench was now strongest.

Dorran did not reply but I could feel his presence inside my mind, seeing what I saw, and thinking what I thought, just in case I suddenly decided to do something that could have a disastrous outcome, and being able to manipulate my thoughts to something a little less dangerous and life threatening.

I morphed and circled the tree, my claws aching to tear through the imposters' flesh, scales, or fur. I landed on the hard wood floor, digging my talons in as much as possible to make deep welts on the surface purposely, venting some of my anger on the inanimate object, to prepare me for the sure-coming fight.

I arched my back like a cat and opened my wings to their full span in the house, my claws splayed out and teeth bared threateningly. There was slight movement and a scuffling sound coming from the bedroom and I stalked over to it and thrust my head it, growling ferociously, then relaxing my stance somewhat when I realized that it was Faolan I was looking at instead of the creature I wanted to see most.

I sighed and morphed as Faolan's wide sapphire eyes regarded me in amazement, all my anger burnt out just like that at the innocent sight. He approached me cautiously, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Kalanie? Is that you? Why did you leave for all that time, I had no idea where you went, Dorran wouldn't tell me anything and I knew he knew the purpose for your sudden disappearance. I really missed you sister, but I have a feeling that your stay isn't going to be long, am I right?" he asked, reaching forward and embracing me, Dorran in my mind flinching from the feminine contact from his brother, my part of my mind reveling in the comforting feeling.

I sighed as we broke apart, "You are correct Faolan, I am only here until tomorrow so that I may go to war with the elves. Are you to accompany us?" I asked, looking around the room for any sign of armor, but I found none.

But he still nodded, "Yes, but I will have to depart sooner to meet with the werewolves so that I may borrow some werewolf armor from them." I startled when I remembered the pack and Faolan stared at me with a smile on his face, knowing what I was thinking.

"What if the wolves helped us fight as well…? We would have a much better chance of winning with the packs' help." Faolan suggested as I was already heading towards the door. Tackling the poser could wait, there was a war about to start that we had to win, it was a matter of life and death, death certainly being the other option.

sorry for the dissapointment, lol, but I'm thinking that a certain someone will sooooo get beat up eventually, :D

trust me, you won't have to wait long, and yes, it is going to be good, hehehe

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