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Eragon was pacing up and down his office. When he would get to one end he would stop, run his hands through his hair, tug the ends, spin on his heal, drop his hands and continue to pace. And so this went on for about an hour until Caspian walked in.

"Eragon. What is wrong? I can here you pacing from down stairs."

Eragon spun towards him. Without a word he lunged forward grabbing Caspians forearm and dragged him to his book shelf which he shoved hard. There was a click and the shelf moved back an inch before sliding down into the whole that had opened up. A dark passage was on the other side.

Bewildered, Caspian allowed Eragon to continue to pull him along.

The passage ended and the two men walked into a big stone cave with four plane white bowls across the room.

Eragon, who had still not said a word, pulled Caspian to the nearest bowl.

Caspian looked down into the bowl and notest a little pile of soil. Eragon waved his hand over the soil and a little blue bell grew. Eragon then walked to the next bowl which had a little humming bird feather in it. Once again Eragon waved his hand over the bowl and a slight wind lifted the feather. Eragon moved to the next bowl. A little puddle of water was in it. Eragon repeated the motion that he did with the last two bowls and the water lifted a little bubbling like a fountain. Caspian spun around to look at the bowls they had passed. The blue bell was still grown and the feather still floated and the water still bubbled.

Eragon had moved to the last bowl, he waved his hand and nothing. Not a single thing happened.

"The world's magic is imbalanced." The words echoed around the room shattering the silence. It took a while for the gravity of what Eragon had said to sink in.

"Oh gods." Was all Caspian could say.

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The next morning I woke to someone banging loudly on my door.

"You could have waited until a reasonable hour or at least after I have had some coffee" I grumble under my breath as I go to answer the door to stop that infernal knocking.

I swing the door open and stranding outside is Eragon and the inner circle.

I opened my mouth to speak but Eragon takes my had and pulls me inside with the others right behind us.

He pulls out a chair and presses my shoulders gently so I sit down. The others take there seats.

"Something or someone has disturbed the balance of magic." Eragon said after a while. "We are going to set things right and restore balance before it gets too bad"

I remembered the thing the old woman said.

"Find it and restore order before it's too late. Take four only three will return. Do not take four and none will return. Balance needs two equals. Stay with the smell of love. Leave sea air behind. What you shall seek may destroy you if you do not accept your. And that's when Lysandea interrupts me" I recited.

"Ok, Luna, Lysandea, Morena and I will go to The Core." Announced Eragon.

"What's The Core?" I asked.

"The Core is how magic exists. It is essentially the core of magic." Septimus said.

We made a plan and went over the details.

Four days later we set off.

As we left the city, we collected our horses and checked our packs.

After hours of riding my body was so stiff. I praticaly fell off my horse in relief when Eragon called it a day. He gently grabbed my waist and lifted me off.

Morena and Lysandrea went off to gather materials to build a shelter with and Eragon and I went into the brush just off the road to get sticks to build a fire with.

We picked sticks in relative silence.

"Why were you so angry when I moved into town?" I asked just trying to make conversation.

"I wont lie to you, I didn't want you to go. You are very special to me and it felt like you were rejecting me by moving away." Eragon replied with a sheepish smile.

I dont know why but his confession filled me with joy.

While my guard was down I hadn't realised the split second of scilence just before I was suddenly pulled backwards and a freezing cold blade was pressed against my throat.

Eragon eyes were wide when he turned at my yelp, and just as he went to move a voice was hissed which was surprisingly female,

"Move or do any magic and I'll slit your soulmate's throat open."

Eragon froze. His eyes widened and fill with guilt as her words washed over me.

Soul mate.......... what?

"Do whatever you want to me but let her go." Eragons face had suddenly gone stone cold except the fire sparking in his eyes.

She hesitated then demanded, "Hand out!"

Eragon slowly raised his hand and before I could blink the mystery woman had pulled another blade from her long black cape, I could just see out of the corner of my eye, and had sliced open a line on Eragons palm and was wiping the blade with his blood pouring from the cut. It took me a second to realise that there was a sting in my own hand but then her words distract me.

"You are no longer Eragon Nox, High Lord of the Night Court that male is dead. He was found dead in Happy Wood on the outskirts of the town Tibble."

Then the blade at my neck was gone and the nature sounds started again as if the woman with the blade was never there. But she was. The only evidence was the phantom cold presence at my throat and Eragons still bleeding palm.

Then I remember what the female had said before she had cut Eragons hand. I look at him and ask, "What the hell did she mean about me being your soulmate?"