I only own Vraela. Please review! This is my first story, so I need to know what you think!

I was given a room that was more like a throne room, with a ceiling sixty feet high and an octagonal shape about fifty feet across. An extra large bed with green woolen blankets was in between four fully grown trees.

Galbatorix knew I loved the outdoors, so he transported different types of trees into my room. I had a few other simple things in the room, like a bed-stand, a bookshelf, and a wooden wardrobe.

I delved into the curved runes immediately, and found it easy to read. There was stories, legends, and true accounts. I started to remember even more with every word, like the runes were helping my memories.

I remembered a day when I was playing with Vrael, and I started laughing crazily.

He said, "Well, my dear. If you can laugh like that, it would send any human running to you. But try singing. All elves have beautiful voices."

I didn't want to, but I sang a song, of a young Rider flying away to battle, where he would surely die, and his lover sang in sorrow as he left.

Fly away, away, and never return to me.

Fly away, away,

Fly away, away,

And never return to me...

Vrael was silent, then said, "You have a real gift, daughter. The humans have last names for parents or deeds. You shall have one, too. Vraela Songweaver!" He picked me up and span around.

I let the memory fade away. I didn't need to think of what I'd lost. And besides, Vrael had been insane. But, he seemed so... normal. Kind, even. Could someone fake that?

I shook my head. It was no use thinking like that. I did want to sing, though. I touched a tree, an oak, and sang:

Fly away, away, and never return to me.

Fly away, away,

Fly away, away,

And never return to me...

I felt power swirling under my hand, but I kept it in place. I'd done this before when I was a child, for in human years, I was five, but had excesive training.

I felt the tree bending to my will, turning and twisting, almost naturally. A hole started to form, inch by inch.

I sang the verse over and over, until I had formed a circular hole about five feet around. I stuck my head inside, and it seemed the tree had hollowed out, forming a room.

I stepped in and saw I had made a more elaborate thing that I's thought. The walls were straight, and about three feet thick, and going up the left side and spiraling up the sides, was an immense set of stairs.

I decided to climb, and it was a few minutes before I reached the top, with the tree being so large. At the top, a trapdoor was open.

I clambered up the hole, thinking a ladder would be helpful, and saw I was in a fork of the tree, where four limbs separated.

I started to sing again, and the roots started pulling up from the stone floor. I almost stopped singing, but managed to continue as the tree shifted beneath me.

The roots grabbed everything. The bed, bed-stand, bookshelf, and the wardrobe, and started passing them to branches, that did the same.

The bookcase ended up in my tree, my bed and bed-stand in the maple, and my wardrobe in the pine. Only the striped birch tree was empty. I only ended my song then.

I walked around the bookcase, and towards the limb on the far right.

When I sand the second time, I must have made the trees grow, because when they used to be half the height of the ceiling, they now were 3/4 to the roof.

The branches of all the trees intercepted in the center, and made something like a bridge.

I walked across with ease to the maple tree, and saw that the branches were reaching out around my bed, like curtains.

I lay on the wool, and laughed. I looked to the ceiling, and I realized I could see the sky! The stars glowed in the sky, like jewels carved from the dwarvish halls.

I lay and laugh, until I fell asleep.

Sorry today's was short, but I needed to save the suspense until tomorrow. Until then, review!