When The Sun Sets (Closed until further notice)

[Freyja]

Freyja was stunned when Uruale brought her closer to him. It was strange feeling the heat emanating through his cloak, to have her nostrils tickled by his smell. His perfume was a mix of many things, some foreign to Freyja and others she was used to, but she could easily decipher the sweet scent of leather, the husky aroma of musk as well as the smell of something sweet she couldn't quite put her finger on. She was brought back to reality when he whispered something in her ear in a strange tongue she couldn't understand. Just as he finished his sentence, branches shot out, as if trying to claw at the pair but stopped a couple of inches before reaching them, held back by some invisible barrier.

Through all of the commotion, Freyja heard Valeo's panicked neigh as well as the waning sound of his hoof beating on the forest floor as he ran away. She could feel her heartbeat accelerating even though Uruale's presence and words were supposed to comfort her. What is going on? If this is a nightmare, oh gods let me wake this instant... I beg of you merciful gods... Let me wake up! she pleaded as she shut her eye tightly. She could feel her body pressing up against Uruale's and, in any other situation, the proximity would've made her head turn and her heart pound from drunken desire but such was not the case. Her head did turn, yes, but out of fear and her heart did pound, that much was certain, but out of dread.

[Brenton]

Brenton took one look at the snares that were stopped and abruptly ended the drain of his energy. Even if the red dragon were to aid her rider, Brenton was certain that he could take out the Empire rider. So Brenton thought about it for a second. True, the spell that Uruale had cast protected him. Yet nothing could protect someone from everything. If the elf was correct, the spell was only good for physical attacks. There were many other ways to catch and maim without using purely physical attacks. So the elven prince took one more try. I am Brenton Bromsson, prince of the elfin race. I am standing before a protected enemy who has a captive and wish to create a block for the air. I am here to keep the air from entering their lungs. In this attempt I can sever the flow of energy to divert the flow of air into the enemy's lungs. Brenton used the Ancient Language yet he made sure to use words that most elves wouldn't use, much less someone who was trained by a human. Brenton stood there and sheathed his sword. There is always a way to overcome an obstacle. You may believe that you are my better yet you can't even equal my power, much less equal it.

[Nepherion]

Uruale stared into Brenton's motionless face. It irked him that he still hadn't given up. Even a mongrel knew when to tuck its tail between its legs and run away; yet this prince had not. He brought himself around to face Brenton, placing his gloved hand against the back of Freyja's lushed locks. She is afraid. Her body trembles within my grasp. he observed. Uruale read the spell that came from Brenton's lips and almost laughed at its meaning. Had he not understood even the simplest of spells, or maybe his long time from the elves had dampened his apprehension.

Seconds went by after the prince had mouth his spell. The Forsworn heir studied the elf's face. He wanted to see the loss of hope and the exhaustion that would flush his fair-skin once he realized he had doomed himself.

Uruale pulled on magic of the obsidian and emerald eldunari on his person. Reinforcing his spell with a monumental extension of power. The screeches of the eldunari flooded Uruale's steel mind. Their last, dying, memories flashed in horrific images around the barricade; trying to invade it and torment him. But that much was futile. Galbatorix had taught him how to deal with the dragon's insidious and random actions. So they all had become were tools for his use.

Uruale's face remained calm as the powerful blow to his shield lessened his well, but halted nonetheless. A smirk curved his lips as he found it necessary to explain to the prince his mistake. " You mis-understand that spell, Prince. It is designed to protect against whatever causes harm, including the spells of clever-tongued-prince-ling's like yourself. " He released the spell shielding them and allowed the eldunari to shout in their own minds. Taking subtle steps from Freyja, Uruale stepped forwards, still a safe distance from Vaentr but all the more closer to Brenton's exhausted figure. How could a spell such as that not drain you? He was sure to be helpless. The general shook his head. " Trying to stop the air is like halting a ocean. You were foolish to try. " Uruale's tone soften out so that only Brenton and his dragon could hear.

" I should break your calves for being so persistent. Your Rider has made a fools mistake. Take him, for you two have already broken the oath that bounds me. You became a threat to my life the moment you spoke those words. " His daunting gray-eyes stared daringly at the massive dragon behind Brenton. He was sure to be like most dragons. One that valued his Riders life above all other, or maybe he wasn't. The eldunari on him, both had the magical power of dragons, maybe he was angered enough to challenge Uruale.

[Freyja]

Freyja felt Uruale step away from her, leaving her to stand in his shadow. A shiver ran down her spine at the coldness of the night; she hadn't realized how much Uruale was warming her and how cold it had gotten. She spared a thought to Valeo, wishing he was safe wherever he had fled to. Gods, make him come back to me in one piece.... she prayed mentally with eyes closed.

She turned to look at Uruale and the so-called Prince but never in all of her life had she expected her eyes to be greeted by such a scene. Behind the elf stood a giant blue dragon, proud and noble in all of its glory. How can this be...? Freyja thought as she took a step back. Her foot got caught on a high-rising root, causing her to fall on her back. She scurried to get to her feet but couldn't find the strength to stand anymore. The mystical being's presence stunned her beyond words and thoughts. She was struck by the dragon's size and how small and insignificant it made both Uruale and the elf look. And, even more so, how insignificant she was in the whole situation. She suddenly no longer felt like a participant in the whole mess but a spectator who was bestowed the gift of seeing legends come to life. Uruale had said he would protect her.... But how could he against such a mighty beast? How could a human, even a powerful one such as he, even go about killing a godly creature such as the dragon? Freyja's head started to spin dangerously and black spots starting dancing in her vision.
"Oh no, no, no..." she whispered as she could feel her grip on reality wearing thin.
The last thing she wanted was to faint which would leave her even more vulnerable... If that was even possible considering the current events. She brought her hands to her head, gently cradling it, as she held on dearly to her consciousness.
"Not like this.... not like this..." she whimpered as she thought about how fainting could bring about her doom.

[Brenton]

Brenton noticed that the spell was having no effect on his enemy so he severed the connection between him and the spell. It was futile to try and fight when he was weak, yet he was always able to regain energy. I swear to all that is holy, if that woman is injured by you or any Empire warrior, I will slay you where we next meet. Brenton spoke the words in the language of the elves so that Uruale knew that he meant it and that he was bound to what he had said. Then Brenton turned around and jumped to his saddle on Vaentr. Young woman, I am not your enemy, yet I am also not here to fight a futile battle if you choose to hide behind the enemy. He spoke in the normal language and then urged Vaentr to fly. I will stay within range of them so that we can keep an eye on them. Just rest and recuperate so that you will be able to fight again. Vaentr took off to the sky and spun in the air so that he could fly to safety. With his eyes on a mark to get to a higher point, Vaentr found a small hill that was just out of range of human or elf sight. If it came to it, they would be able to catch them again.

Brenton climbed down from Vaentr's saddle and drew a little energy from his stores so that he could put it in Undbitr's gem. Then he lay down and fell asleep, his mind constantly warming with battle plans and ways to kill that traitor of the riders. He was still ready to fight, yet he needed to regain his strength.

[Nepherion]

Uruale couldn't afford to turn his back on Brenton and his beast, but he had heard the woman's whimpers behind him. His eyes glanced to the side of his lids' for a moment, then returned to Brenton. His threat may had been made in the ancient language; but it may as well been made in the tongue of a snake. For it was as empty, as any threat he had heard before. As the elf boarded his dragon and escaped, Uruale stepped quickly towards the woman, and knelt down beside her. " Are you okay ? " he asked sincerely .He had hoped that his voice, as calming and magical as it was, would soothe her shocked psyche.

" Take a deep breathe. You are brave woman, for many would have survived seeing the sight of such a beast. " He brought his hand from out his cloak and wrapped it around her. He had hoped his presence would calm her, he could not afford to lose the woman. She had to be important if Galbatorix had ordered one of his Riders to do such a simple mission as his. He had wondered of her importance to the king, but only briefly. For now, her health was his main concern.

[Freyja]

Freyja only heard bits of what Uruale said but understood what he meant. She started concentrating on her breathing, trying her best to calm down. She felt Uruale's arm snake around her shoulders, bringing warmth and comfort where much was needed. Freyja rested herself against the cloaked man for both balance and heat.

Her nose was once more flooded with his perfume and teased her mind out of it's growing torpor. After a few intakes of air through her nose, she felt her grasp on her consciousness grow firm and stable. She dared to open both her eyes, slowly drawing back her eyelids, afraid she would see the dragon. Relief washed over her when she realized the mythical creature was nowhere in sight and so was the elf accompanying it. She tried to look at Uruale's eyes again but found his impenetrable gaze still too heavy for her. His pupils reminded her of the clouds after a storm out at sea, both in color and intensity.
"I-is he gone for good?" she asked from the crook of Uruale's shoulder.
The last thing she wanted was for the elf to come back with a vengeance. She felt Uruale's breath roll down her cheek and neck, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She suddenly felt tired, incredibly exhausted even. But she knew it would take a while fore her to even think about sleeping; she was too on edge for it.

[Nepherion]

Uruale felt her stabilize in his arms and almost immediately let out a sigh of relief. He was relieved that he would not have to explain why the woman had lost her mind to the cruel king. The man's wrath was legendary among his Riders. Uruale had ambitions to overthrow him, but until than, he would rather not provoke the king's hand upon himself. Uruale looked around with a steel-hard gaze that he had come accustom to wearing, skimming the woodland for sparse branches and leaves for a potential flame. He had spotted the twisted twigs from earlier when the woman's voice spoke up. It sounded fragile and tender, as if she was rejecting the very definition of calm. " First, tell me your name. I have never gone so long without knowing the name of company. " he said comforting, before standing from their embrace and holding a hand out for her. " To answer your question, I do believe he will be back. But I will hope to be far from this place by than. "

How is she Uruale ? asked Flare from the sky above. Uruale's expression hadn't hinted at communication as he allowed his mind to slowly expand forwards towards the woodland. She is fine. A little panicky but fine. He came across small mammals and birds, mostly squirrels and a few woodpeckers within the dead trees. He had to be sure of his surroundings, even if he had driven off the most dangerous opponent he could have come across. Than an image of a high cliff, looking over the small area he was in; came into view. Uruale knew that was where Flare had decided to roost at. As usual, she was perfect war-beast. She picked that area for several reasons, but none more important than being capable of seeing potential enemies.

A small smile lifted his lips at his pride in her. But that quickly left as he turned to the woman. " Do you mind helping me collect firewood ? We must light a flame for warmth. Oh, and one more thing, did that horse have sentimental value to you ? " he asked, hoping for more chances to get in good with her.

[Freyja]

Freyja looked up at Uruale, her eyes big and still ripe with nervousness. At the mention of her steed, Freyja felt a wave of worry wash over her. In the commotion, she had forgotten about him.
"Valeo? Yes he is very dear to me. A loyal steed is all a traveler can ask for." she said, hey eyes losing part of their fear which was replaced with tenderness at the thought of her horse.
She got to her feet and, obediently, started to collect firewood for she too was longing for the presence of a flame to warm her fingers and body.

She held the dried branches firmly against her chest as she bent down to pick up some more, her hair falling on her face. She walked back to the area they had chosen to camp in, dropping the wood in a little pile. She brushed the wild strand of hair behind her ear as she sat down on the forest floor. She looked around for Uruale but the night was growing darker and she could barely see a couple of feet in front of her. Shadows melted on shadows, dancing and making the very trees and bushes seem alive. Freyja felt her head spin from drowsiness but she could still feel that deep-rooted anxiety she knew wouldn't let her sleep.

She blinked and rubbed her eyelids with one of her hand. Haven forgotten about her blisters, Freyja let out a small scream at the sight of her blood covered hand.

[Nepherion]

Uruale watched the tender woman stand. Valeo, her loyal steed was far from where they were. Whatever Brenton had done spooked the horse into running. " Who knows. Sometimes loyal friends come back to those that they love. " A moment later him and the woman -who had seemed to avoid giving him her name - parted ways to collect wood. Uruale stepped a few feet from her and bent down near a subtle branch of wood. This was time that he could and would appreciate to the fullest.

Now what to do ! he growled to himself. She is practically a newborn. Incapable of holding her own in this world. He gripped the branch inbetween his gloved palm, clenching it firmly as a irritated sigh escaped him . He looked over his shoulder at the woman. Her locks dropped on her face as she bent over to pick up withered branches. Her pale skin seemed to resemble those of any fair beauty, but their something about her eyes that truly intrigued the Rider. They held a certain, constrained or maybe primal innocence. She was like a pure soul in this world of black magic. Almost like a piece of his former, hated, world. Maybe that was why it irked him so much to be close to her and continued the lie.

Uruale tossed the withered branch into a small area, where he had deemed subtle for the flame. Than the thought of the horse returned to his mind. He turned his head towards the direction it had ran and with a forceful thrust, pushed his mind out in that direction. He had known what he wanted, so he wasted no time paying attention to the driven thoughts of animals nearby. Within a matter of seconds he touched the beast's complicated consciousness. It held many complex traits and needs, but none more important than survival. Their had been certain qualities and hints that was just burned in its mind and beyond all of that was the name: Valeo. It had come to recognize it as its name and held a steady grasp around it. Carefully, Uruale spoke; trying his best not to spook the creature. Valeo, I know you have been told many tales. But your companion needs you. Return to her side and rejoice in her presence. Follow your nose.

With that, he withdrew his mind, and just in time to hear a scream pierce the air. Uruale's experience kicked in, as his ears directed him at the woman and his feet padded him steadily towards her. " Are you okay ? " he asked slightly worried. Her scream surely was one of panic and fear.

[Freyja]

Freyja looked up to Uruale who had materialized silently next to her.
"Yes, I-I had forgotten about my blisters and got scared at the sight of my blood. I'm terribly sorry if I alarmed you..." she said, finishing her sentence on a soft voice.
She rubbed her hands together, trying to flake away some of the dried blood. The blisters had formed small crusts and were no longer raw but were still throbbing lightly. She started arranging the dried branches and surrounding leaves in a neat pile to make it easier to light. When she was done, Freyja took out two small stones from a pouch she kept around her waist and struck them against the other repeatedly, trying to make a spark.

After several tries, a fat flicker of light landed amongst the dried leaves bundled between two small logs and set them aflame. Freyja smiled to herself as she gently blew on the small flame, teasing it into a bigger one warm enough to heat up his cold fingers. She tightened her cloak around her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her legs, bringing her chin to her knees and resting it on them. She glanced back at Uruale and, after an almost inaudible sigh, turned her gaze back at the small fire.
"Freyja... My name's Freyja." she said, at first her voice barely above her whisper but gaining strength and assurance at the end.

[Brenton]

Brenton woke up with a start as his dreams revealed a way for him to successfully help the female rider. It had dawned on him that there were ways of protecting someone without fighting the antagonist. So Brenton went about preparing. His energy was at its fullest and he decided to siphon some and put it into the gem in the pommel of Undbitr. That was the best way to possibly have a hidden store for if he needed it. Brenton the turned to Vaentr, who was still standing guard. Do you remember the witch child in the Varden's ranks? She was a wonderful specimen for my imagination. Brenton noticed that Vaentr grimaced in his dragonly ways before replying. I do indeed remember the child you speak of. Her predicament was a mistake made by Eragon Shadeslayer. If he had not spoken the Ancient Language wrong, there would be no problem. Suddenly the dragon realized what Brenton was thinking about. Before he could speak though, Saphira interjected. Don't you think that trying something of that extreme is going too far? Not even Brom would have been so desperate as to try that. Brenton just shook his head. I have seen the suffering that the Empire inflicts upon the captives. No one deserves such a fate. I am sure that I can create a spell that will help, rather than hinder. I must try and then accept the fate of the woman below. Brenton sat there and stared down toward the fire that was lit from the camp site.

[Nepherion]

Uruale nodded in response to the woman's explanation of her scream. Letting out a soft word of acceptance in accomplice with it. " Oh. " He looked at her soft frame as she walked away and begun to start the fire. He contemplated using gramarye in secret to make this trip smoother, but eventually decided that it would be more important to keep up the charade. He walked to the crackling flames and could feel and sense Flare's pink-rose eye on his person. Will you sleep tonight ? she asked. He walked passed Freyja and sat on the other side of the flame. No. As I'am now I can stay up for another day or so. he told her, than through a reluctant yet hardened voice he asked. Will you ? He could feel her hind-leg stretch back as she relaxed its joints. Of course not. I will not leave you up alone. she assured him, as if the bond had hinted at the thought.

His brows furrowed at Flare's realization. The bond he shared was a doubled edged blade for him. Because of the fact he valued his privacy so high, he hated that Flare shared all of his thoughts and could easily see through him. You can sleep for all I care. It matters little to me. he snapped. He could feel Flare accept his harsh words as reluctant love.

At Freyja's soft utterance, Uruale brought himself from his side conversation and looked up. He gazed passed the flames and look into Freyja's eyes. " Your name is a unique one. I've never heard it before in the empire. Was you born here ? " he inquired.

[Freyja]

Freyja's eyes followed Uruale as he sat in front of her, his actions graceful and calculated, unlike the men from her hometown. She was used to harsh men who knew nothing of life's delicacy... Uruale was different, almost too alien for her to even try to comprehend him. She looked at him intently as he asked her a question. Once he was done, she sighed and pulled her cloak even tighter around her shoulders.
"Yes, I was born in the Empire but in the small town of Narda. It is a small village that is separated from the rest of the Empire by the Spine. Our... "isolation" explains why we have customs or names you empire-folk might find uncommon." She said, her voice a strange mixture of bitterness and sadness.

The simple action of pronouncing her hometown's name made the smell of rotting fish and whale grease clog up her nose, asphyxiating her. She had tried, in all of her travels, to forget that town and everything linked to it but she could never escape from her restless dreams. She could never escape her past, no matter painful it still was and how willing she was to get rid of it.

She gazed back at Uruale's flame-licked face from the other side of the small fire she had built. In the dancing lights, his sharp features seemed to be something out of a painting. Freyja would be lying to herself if she said she didn't find him attractive in a way. She shook her head slightly and returned her gaze to the fire.

It didn't take long before she heard the distinctive noise of Valeo's steps echo behind her. She jumped up in glee, running to her companion with an outstretched arm ready to grab the reins that hung loosely around his muscular neck.

"Thank the gods you are not injured." she whispered to her steed, a smile resting on her lips.

He was still scared, snorting and and throwing his head up in the air slightly, but Freyja knew he was glad to be by her side, his rider's side once more.

She untacked the horse like she always did before turning him out for the night and, once she had propped the saddle down next to her by the fire, started looking through one of her saddlebag. A wave of relief washed over her when her fingers landed on the small cylindrical object she cared so deeply for, the same object that would inevitably bring both sorrow and happiness to her.

Without giving Uruale a second glance, she took out the small wooden instrument and, after sliding it out of it's scarlet bag, brought it to her lips. She began softly, as if trying to get to know her flute as one would acquaint oneself with a wild animal. After the mellow notes' echoes died out in the woods, Freyja played a simple tune, a lullaby from her hometown. It wasn't an excessively complex arrangement of notes or even, as a matter of fact, a beautifully composed ballad. But even though it wasn't a song meant for great halls of kings and queens, the song had a certain appeal to it, a soothing effect, like a mother's touch. Freyja never truly understood the charms of the particular song but simply enjoyed them.

Freyja finally reached the last note of the song and let the melody hang in the cold air for a few seconds before putting away her flute. She knew that maybe Uruale would condemn such actions but a part of her needed the comfort that that song never failed to bring her, even on cold nights such as the one she was in.

[Nepherion]

Uruale's gaze had not left her unyielding blue eyes. They couldn't. Their was something about them that hinted at a sadness that was hidden, or maybe it was her voice. Uruale had been unsure as he listened, but he remembered being a rookie in the King's army and hearing tales of the ominous and dangerous Spine she spoke of. It brought a chill to his bones, and for some reason a sense of adventure. He actually pondered exploring the Spine now that he had Flare by his side. Maybe he could unravel some of those mysteries that shrouded its dark confines. The flames in front of him crackled as he broke the withered wood he had collected and tossed it into the consuming flames. It brought a orange hue onto their faces.

Do you really want too ? Flare asked out of curiosity. Though her mind was dazed with a grogginess that could only be cured with a nap. Indeed, I'am. The Spine is thought to be a cursed place, would you not like to uncover the veil that keeps it secret ? Flare yawn a gurgled growl that could, by the fading of its sound , be heard at the campsite. Not really. The Spine is a place that makes even my bones shake. I would rather leave it be. she answered.

Urale snorted at her answer and looked down at a twig in the flame. His gray eyes danced with the flames reflection as it snapped the twig in too and fluctuated with its fracture. " I think it would be fun. " he mumbled to himself.

Soon afterwards, the rumbling sound of hooves cut through the silence and caught Uruale's attention. He stood to his feet and flapped his cloak from under him. Took him long enough. Like Freyja, he had approached the steed careful, not quite coming as close as Freyja had. He touch the frantic mind of the beast and thanked it before returning to his spot by the flame.

His eyes observed Freyja as she rumbled through a pouch and for a second, a impure though of ecstasy grazed his mind. Her figure was nice and her face had been attractive as well. Her locks were not the straightest; but brought a sense of strength to her. Uruale grabbed a piece of bread from out his cloak and nibbled on it as he stared at her with steel eyes. Hmp. I doubt King Galbatorix wouldn't appreciate me doing that. he reminded himself.

Before long, the calm notes of Freyja's playing begin circle the camp. At first, Uruale wondered what she was doing and the soldier inside wanted to stop it, but he knew if any animal had been attracted by the soothing flute that he could handle it. So he allowed her to continue. He relaxed himself and closed his eyes, taking small nibbles from his bread as he listened.

When her final note left the air, Uruale's eyes had opened. The melody had, in a way, brought a different side of the woman to the light. Though he wasn't sure, so he wouldn't try and make sense of it yet. With a smile, Uruale begin to clap for her beautiful music. " It was beautiful. " he told her. " Where did you learn to play ? "

[Brenton]

Brenton looked at the ground and then he started to drag his finger through the dirt, trying to decide the exact wording for his plans. Obviously he would have to deal with Uruale to be able to get anywhere near the female. Finally Brenton was ready, he looked at the runes and then with a flash of skin, the elf erased all traces of his spell. He stood up and spoke to Vaentr. I want you to stay here and stand guard for all enemies. Keep an eye of Flare while I am gone. Brenton jumped over the crest of the hill and slid down the rocky slope. He wasn't going to fail this time. The elf cast a spell to make himself invisible to all eyes and to also erase his footsteps and hide his shadow.

Brenton crept up to the campsite and then spoke a single word of the ancient language. Brisingr With that word, the elf made the fire dim and make many shadows in the campsite that hadn't been there before.

[Freyja]

Freyja was caught off guard by Uruale's behavior, having almost forgotten him whilst she played. She carefully lowered her hands and placed the flute back into its cover.
"Thank you, it was a traveler who happened to pass by Narda who taught me." She said, her voice going a little cold at the mention of the traveler.
All she had left of him was that flute and shattered memories. She closed her eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink, reminiscing. When she opened her eyes, she had managed to clear her mind of that fateful day and focused on the fire in front of her. Uruale had thrown a couple of small branches in it while she was playing, making the flame bigger and, thankfully, warmer. She put the flute away in her bag and intertwined her fingers, eyes locked on the fire in front of her.

Behind her, Valeo sneezed loudly, making her snap out of her contemplation. She looked up at Uruale, her eyes wondering a little longer than normal on his face. In a way, his delicate features gave him a certain sharpness and intensity she wasn't used to. The orange glow of the fire only heightened his mysterious and foreign beauty Freyja found so mesmerizing. It wasn't the first time she had met a handsome stranger on her travels but he was the first to captivate her so. His grey eyes had a force the gypsies' brown eye lacked, his strong jaw gave him a sort of strength and beauty the travelling musicians' round face could never dream of having. Freyja shook her head and forced herself to forget those thoughts.

She tried to keep her concentration on the dancing flame but she could feel her eyes wanting to go back to staring at Uruale. After a while, she felt her eyelids grow heavy and she could barely keep her head up normally. Finally, she succumbed to sleep, feeling safe with both Uruale and Valeo close to her, and her head plopped down forward, her chin resting on her chest. She would have wanted to grab her blanket and wrap herself in it but it was too late for she was already fast dozing off to the land of dreams.

[Brenton]

((I am going to try and catch up to where I want Brenton to be at.))

Brenton looked over at the woman as she slowly fell asleep. It was all falling into place, finally. Yet that traitorous rider, Uruale was still awake. Plus there was still the horse that had alerted his presence to them earlier in the evening. Brenton decided to deal with the horse first. Horse of man, transport of the woman in danger, go to graze in the small grove of trees near the small lake just to the south. When you return there will be no threat to you or your rider. Brenton made sure to have the words spoken in perfect grammar in the language of the elfin race. Finally he watched to see what Uruale would do.

As the shadows lengthened, Brenton took some liberties and drew energy from the flames that were now flickering in a blueish grey color and slipped forward. He slowly crept forward while trying to stay silent. Brenton felt that he could get to the sleeping woman in time, so he started across the campsite and watched the woman. Briefly, he looked over at Uruale and allowed his mind to go out farther than he should have. Brenton stopped just outside of the fire and sent a message to Vaentr. Vaentr, I am unsure of this. Something is wrong here. Be ready, I may need to flee quickly.

[Nepherion]

Uruale sat within the hue of the flames. His ever-watching gaze stuck on the fluctuating fire in front of him. With a slight smile he spoke. " Well he taught you well. I'am not surprised that Gypies know such beautiful melodies. They are attuned to many of...nature's pleasantries. " he decided to say.

Uruale's iron-clad guard rose as he felt a mind enter the area. Just then Flare rose from her laid- position on the cliff and stuck her serpentine neck out, flicking her barbed tongue several times in the air. Uruale. she alerted. I know. I can feel him. I hadn't expected him to come back so soon. It has only been a couple of hours. Surely his strength can't possibly be back that quickly.

Flare wonder if she should descend to them, but Uruale declined and told her to hold her ground. Uruale kept a disguised eye on Freyja , and an open mind on the intruder.

The flame sparked brightly than dimmed for short period before Uruale countered the minor spell and maintained the flames vibrancy. For him to not be seen and be this close, he has to be using magic and that spell I just countered... he thought on the implications of his dilemma before thinking of a course of action. The prince is rash. He will eventually leave himself open.

Uruale stood up from the fire and pretending to be ignorant of Brenton's intrusion, laid down on his side. His body rose with his steady breathes and he could feel Brenton creeping closer and closer to the woman. Uruale had already decided that he would not allow Brenton within arm's reach. The prince was too slick for his good, he could easily tear Galbatorix's plan apart. That much he could not allow.

Once the man was a yard from her, Uruale cast his mind -melded with the dual power of eldunari - towards him. It rushed violently at him, smashing against any defensives' he had or would bring up. Uruale wished only to warn him, but if it came down to it than he would also break him. Why do you continue to wish for death ? Don't worry your day will come soon enough. Why not wait for it ? he said in a confident voice.

The battle that would ensue was sure to be vicious in the realm of the mind, but outside all was peaceful and quite. The flame had attracted the nocturnal bugs and moths, and the wooden trees around them was faced with a hue of warmth. It was peaceful night.

[Brenton]

Brenton felt the presence of Uruale as he realized that his spell on the flames had been countered. When Brenton was near his mark, the force of two dragons hit him, so the elven prince stopped. It was futile to keep his shadowy cloaking spell up when he was already attacked. Brenton jumped forward and cursed. When my time comes, I will be prepared for you. With that Brenton disappeared into the shadows. He ran to Vaentr and they took off toward a fallen tower where he could sleep.

((Give me until tomorrow and I will edit my earlier post. Brenton is gone btw))