INHERITANCE: Memorandum Of Scales

ARYA'S ELDESTERAGON

ERAGON

ALAUINEL of the Forsworn.

The Omshurtag Suheliel. Witch-Sear.

The Elf smiled. Yes, she had many names.

Blonde hair flowed elegantly behind her as she strode ahead, curving Uru'baen's twisting halls.

Durza contacted her.

The newly elected Rider running in the dirt with Caomhim? It was humorously ironic.

She had been there, of course. When Vroengard fell. Alauinel was among the last generation before the Order crumbled.

The Elf licked her lips, remembering the pleads of her classmates as they fell to her blade.

Seeing the man that partook in her savage delights turn and rear a child..

There was the other news, too.

A whisper in the dark that came before Durza. It was a wisp of death magic, coming to her on the embers of its energy.

She could tell it had worn the body of the Wolf.

She smiled. The shade thought the Ra'zac belonged to him.

Alauinel allowed her mind to humor herself with the image of the Elf girl, hair black as Evander's. Her mind then drifted to the murder of her father as she walked through throne room doors.

"Alauinel!" Galbatorix raised his hands in good humor. He waved away crowding advisors. She walked past, taller than each of them.

A face encapsulated by predatory beauty shone violet eyes at the King of Men.

"Durza has reported to me. He ran into Caomhim once more. The rider is but a child." Alauinel laughed.

"Where were they?" Galbatorix rose from his throne. A tall man himself, Alauinel met him eye to eye.

She smiled.

"Outside of Pulin. They will be arriving soon, no doubt."

Galbatorix laughed.

"Ah, to meet with Orrin." He said ruefully.

Alauinel hid her surprise.

He knew?

"I see you have your own whispers." She said.

"But there is something you don't know, O'King. I gave Durza an Eldunari."

"You what?" Galbatorix turned on his heels, stomping boots of fine make onto the throne room floor.

"It was a simple thing. My magic was able to transmute it to the Shade easy enough.." Alauinel spoke almost playfully while Galbatorix smoldered.

"You move far too boldly within Uru'baen." Galbatorix warned.

The Omshurtag smiled within herself. Galbatorix was too kind. A wise ruler would've killed her.

But she knew Galbatorix wouldn't. At least, not yet.

"Durza is weak. Dying in fact. Barely holding onto the spirits he possessed. He's only a few days ride away from Pulin."

Galbatorix's expression softened.

"He can use the Eldunari to strengthen himself and call his Urgal horde." He answered.

Alauinel beamed.

"He'll have enough power to transmute

them. The Eldunari will be weakened significantly after that, but it should still give him enough strength to face this Varden."

Galbatorix sighed as he returned to his throne.

"You act too rashly, Alauinel. But I suppose your quick acts of wit are the reason I accepted you." He said.

"You humor me, Your Grace." Alauinel bowed.

"There is.. one more thing. You had asked me about..the Sealed."

Galbatorix straightened on his throne.

"Has there been any progress?" He whispered. Alauinel's eyes narrowed at the weakness of his voice.

"Yes, in fact. Soon they will be ready."

Galbatorix looked sad, rugged and handsome face turning into a slight frown.

"A lot of them will die." He said softly.

"Most of them will deserve it." Alauinel said with a graceful smile.

She left the throne room, dropping her grin as heavy doors closed behind her.

Yes, Herzig has done well. Unfortunately for him, the Seal was already under her control.

She smiled. His efforts wouldn't be wasted.

Alauinel clutched her fits as stolen power flowed between her fingers. Yes, she was very strong.

She needed more, however. There was always more. In life as ageless as hers, there was little that made you feel alive.

The only thing that freed her was magic. It was the only feeling that made her mind wonder, the only thing that could express her designs.

She needed magic.

More of it.

She wanted to stand before all of creation as a resplendent god. She wanted to control life, she wanted to control death.

Alauinel cared little for people. She had never loved, not truly. She was born intelligent beyond her years, even for an Elf. Her parents often bored and annoyed her.

Magic was the only thing she loved.

Alauinel found herself in her quarters. She walked to the far window in her room, opening it to the city below.

"Bid my sister hello, Durza." Alauinel said to no one as her words slithered into the wind.