The skeletons and Temmie had watched as Eragon flew off with Saphira, some of them waving after the pair. Then Horror made an alarming strangled noise.
"Horror?!" A few gasped, only to see what the cripple had caught sight of.

It was no other person than Sinead the fire elemental, a bright spark of candle orange amid the dark night of the vast mountain of Farthen Dûr. Error lifted a non-existent eyebrow. "Well, if it isn't the weird lady."

Dust was busy elbowing Horror. "Don't scare us like that, you gurgling maniac." He grumbled. The broken skeleton just growled softly, holding both his old and new axes in each hand. "She said she'd appear when it was time." He rasped.
Red faced him. "The hell you mean by that?" He demanded.
Horror only grunted and shouldered his way through their group, strutting over to the woman in the distance.

Everyone stared after him until he glanced over his shoulder, only a too-wide socket and bloodred eyelight showing. "Comin'?" The Sans asked. Geno scoffed. "You can be less creepy about it, you're acting like we're walking to our doom." He teleported beside him.

Nightmare glanced at Error, who shrugged expressively. With his own shrug, the pair of gods started after them, urging the rest of the Wyrdaí Islingrya to follow. After ten seconds, they all just teleported over.

The place was unsettling. An impossible breeze somehow blew despite the stagnant air of Farthen Dûr. They were in the remnants of a funeral pyre, ash floating around their feet, kicked up with every step. Sinead was picking through the powder, picking up lost Urgal weapons and stained metal that had once belonged to something.
"Hello!" She called out cheerily, back facing them as she dug through the rubble.
Rising from the floor was something eerily similar to monster dust.

Wrenching out a ruined Urgal sword, Sinead faced them, smiling tightly as she placed the blade in a wide basket she was carrying. "Why the long faces? Is the place too morbid?"
With a nervous sound, GB nodded. Sinead sighed, suddenly disappointed. "I'm sorry it bothers you so." She told him, now somber.

Glancing around the ashen place, she sighed. "I just thought it would be nice to honor them like this. And it's symbolic, in a way." Dipping her fingers into the dark powder, she let it slip through, some particles catching air and drifting away.
"You see, even those made of flesh, like humans, dwarves, elves, Urgals- they become dust in the end as well. Sometimes a little heat can speed it up."

Nightmare squinted as some ash landed on his sleeves and shirt. "You want us here for some reason."
It wasn't a question.
Sinead nodded as though it were.
"Yes. I do. I'm here for many reasons. And you are here because I want you to be. Number one, I want to remind you all that our kinds are not all that different. I think I've accomplished that goal. So that brings me to number two."
She regarded them all. "You are all very much aware that Alagaësia plays by different rules. Not all of you can just rely on your magic, not as much as you used to. I think Nightmare understands this best, don't you Alalëa?"

He stiffened at the name, but said nothing. The others all rolled it around, the gears turning in their minds as they figured out what it was. Sinead strode closer, eliminating the space between her and the monsters. She set the basket of scrap metal and broken weapons on the ashen earth.

"Some of you need weapons, like Horror and his axe. Böetq Blädr." She waved at the waraxe as the skeleton pointed it at her in warning.
"I don't need a damn weapon!" Dust snorted. "I said some of you, not all." She spoke sternly. Then she crossed her arms, staring at the Wyrdaí Islingrya evenly.
"What most of you need is an aid. Something conductive of both grammaryé and vanyalí. Luckily, I'm well aware of how to produce such a thing. Horror already has something of this; it's the axe."

The creepy skeleton blinked before staring down at his blade. Everyone else stared at it as well. "I thought you made it, Horror." Killer muttered. "We.. well I had her help." The other responded scratchily.
"She insisted on the jewels and shit.."
Indeed, there were a few red crystals imbedded into the handle, both opaque and transparent. Sinead gave a soft smile as Geno shot her a look.
"Are the crystals enchanted??" He demanded.

"No more than their natural state.. and what Horror imbued into them by forging that weapon himself. It's compatible." She hummed. Horror slowly traced his gaze back to the fire elemental, a rosy pindot flickering in his right eyesocket.
"And those other ones you helped me make..?"
She smiled a little more fully. "I suggested those for a reason." Sinead whispered softly.

Nightmare leaned in closer. "What on Earth are you talking about?" He questioned, noting how Horror looked around frantically in growing shock.
"Then who? Who? Who they for, lady?" The cripple demanded.
"Calm down, Horror." Dust and Blue both grabbed him by either side and just held him there as the broken skeleton stopped tensing up. Sinead took a large step back, waving her hands at the whole of the Wyrdaí Islingrya. "Relax, Grathr!" She exclaimed boldly. "It's for the rest of you guys!"

The entire group shifted its' attention to the fire elemental in a deadpan. "But why?" Dust questioned flatly. She smiled amiably. "Honestly, I think it's best you all find out with time and use of them. After all, those of you who own your own weapons need something more capable in a prolonged and extreme battle. I think you've reached that conclusion on your own."

Fresh chuckled from the background, having been rather quiet lately. He pulled out two halves of a broken bat from his inventory. It was crusted with dried blood. Sinead grimaced at the sight.
"I have something much better for you." She pulled out something heavy from her own inventory. "It was actually quite the creative venture, making this. It's basically a mace, but shaped like a bat. You can thank Horror for forging the main shape itself. However, I suggest you clean it after each use."
The spikes on it were triangular prisms, several different kinds of crystals and all in the brighter, colorful side of the spectrum. Fresh leaned back from the offering in surprise, his sunglasses reading WOAH.
"For me, brah?" He pointed at himself, impressed.
"No, I just want you to admire it- of course it's for you, silly."

Fresh took it gingerly in his hands, testing the balance and the sharpness of the spikes on his palm as his grin stretched wider. Then he glanced up at everyone else. "This is totes rad, my dudes." He was grinning in genuine excitement, swinging the mace lightly. Nightmare was impressed, Error as well. Sinead lifted a finger.
"You should also know that the weapons are named. It's traditional to name weapons, especially those of war. So remember this: that is Kvïstrmalmr. Don't look too deep into the name, it only sounds cool in this language."
"It means metal stick." Error said drily, apparently not realizing he knew the meaning inherently.

Sinead clucked guiltily. "Yeah, it's not so creative. So we got literal. Bite me." Horror perked up. "Not literally, ya doof!" She exclaimed, then snickered to herself. "My Lord, you guys…"
The fire elemental straightened again. "Anyway, back to business." She clapped once, her hands producing a small mushroom cloud of flame as she produced a blade with a dramatic flourish.

"Is that a pirate sword?" Killer asked with a snort. Sinead scoffed, glaring at him as she dropped her hands to the side. "Excuse me? This is a scimitar. Just because they were a popular weapon of seafarers doesn't mean they're exclusive to pirates. They used cutlasses! This is actually a type of blade with a rich history." She miffed, tossing it up in the air and catching it by the blade. Sinead leaned forward and offered the handle to Geno. A few gems of green, blue and red decorated the handle, including a dark green-blue stone speckled with red in the middle of the cross-guard. The handle itself seemed crafted out of a green and red crystal, hidden under a leather grip. Geno furrowed his non-existent eyebrows at it. "I don't really use weapons, especially pirate swords."

Sinead deadpanned at him. "Take it, Geno. You have no idea how much you are going to need it. Besides, Horror made it. I just added a few things. Like switching the metal handle out for something I carved personally out of bloodstone. That ring on the end, the pommel, is made of blue Beryl. That stone in the cross-guard is cuprite with chrysocolla, I picked it out myself from an AU that's long gone. And yes. These gems originate from the Multiverse."

Geno froze, staring at the sword being offered to him as the others all reached out to trace the blade with their phalanges. Then the bloody glitch took it, holding it a little awkwardly. "It does feel like something from the Multiverse." He mumbled.
"Thank you." Sinead whispered to him. "Use Hivtrfreohr wisely."

She moved on to face Blueberry, who bounced up and down excitedly. "Do I get something??" He squealed. She grinned. "You absolutely do." She chuckled, bringing out a large, lavishly designed weapon. "Hey. It barely even looks like how I made it." Horror complained. Sinead chuckled slightly. "I made more than a few changes, I'm sorry. I thought, since it was going to Blue, it could use a little more flair."

Said skeleton looked ready to take off into space. Horror stared hard for a moment, then shrugged, clutching his axes. "That's fair." Sinead grinned. She faced the increasingly hyperactive Sans and laid the hammer across her palms, bowing her head a little. "I give to thee, Fyrnhamarr. Try not to kill any of us with it, Eldgath." She continued in a tired voice.

Blueberry took it reverently, lifting it up and admiring the craftsmanship in awe, his eyelights starred. GB crooned curiously beside him, his eyelights also dilated, though still circular.
Then Berry exploded.

He took off running, only a blur as he laughed maniacally and swung his new toy around. GB let out a worried warble before teleporting after the hyperactive skeleton.
"Remember me!" He called out in Wingdings over his shoulder as he tried desperately to catch up with the overexcited Swap Sans.

They all stared in shock.
"Eh, he'll get over it." Sinead waved, pulling out another one.
"The fuck just happen?" Killer asked flatly.
Sinead shrugged, holding out a large dagger. Killer then recoiled as it occurred to him she was giving him something.
"Wait, that's for me?" He pointed between himself and the blade. Sinead blinked slowly, still holding out the blade.
Killer edgily reached for it, touching the hilt. His sockets widened as his hand closed around the grip and pulled it away.
"Horror, did you make this?" He asked in awe.

"Fire lady helped. A lot. And she added those dumb crystals." He pointed out. Sinead sighed. "They're not dumb; they have great value. Number one, they contain magical properties from the AU's they originated, number two, crystals are used to store energy here in Alagaësia. In case you haven't noticed, all of your weapons are brimming with power, all at your disposal. Don't you dare waste any of it. Take that dagger for example. At the end of the hilt there's a rhodinite crystal imbedded. By the blade is red jasper. Something I forgot to explain. The AU's they came from were a variant that had very powerful magic tied to their gems. Basically, they have a sort of spiritual consciousness? Carrying them is like having a sort of guardian angel. That's the oversimplified version of it."

"So you're saying they'll do something?" Dust questioned. Sinead shrugged, tilting a hand side to side. "Sort of? More like psychic protection, wisdom, that sort of thing. You see, I put in specific stones that either aid you guys or compliment your personalities. Maybe I should give you an example. Like this dagger, Bragh Knífr." She waved at the weapon in Killer's hand.
"The rhodinite at the end is ironically in Nightmare's case, an emotional balancer. It aids in healing shock and panic, is beneficial in ridding one of self-destruction, codependency, and abuse. It can be used to help deal with betrayal and abandonment. It recognizes that revenge is self-destructive and teaches one to remain calm in dangerous and upsetting situations. It also builds up confidence and alleviates confusion, though those are more extraneous in relevance to Killer." She explained carefully, yet vaguely.

Killer's sockets narrowed. "You sayin' I have emotional issues? I don't even have normal emotions."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You just proved my point. You have issues."
Red suddenly scoffed loudly. "How the hell is it supposed to do any of that?"
She shrugged. "The how normally doesn't concern me, but from what I know, it alters your subconscious gently. It also 'speaks' through the subconscious. Don't ask me how. I just studied the effects, not the cause behind them."

She traced her finger down the slightly serrated edge, Killer recoiling as a bead of her blood followed it, a droplet of liquid fire. "The thing is" she mused. "Is once the crystals find an owner, they bond. They have a sort of loyalty, especially certain types. And since I happened to have them in surplus, waiting to have purpose, I gave them what they wanted while helping you guys. Do you understand?" She asked them.

The Wyrdaí Islingrya slowly nodded, some reluctantly so. Nightmare spoke next.
"If these crystals have such purpose, are they even fit for weapons?"
She tilted her head at him. "Not always, I'll admit. But in the case of war, they can keep their owner levelheaded and… sane." She hesitated, because of course most of them were not exactly sane.

Geno's eyelight flickered over his new, pale white blade with greenish blue and red gems. "What about mine?" He asked curiously. "Yours?" Sinead replied. She stared at the scimitar almost lovingly, tracing it's form delicately, spilling more orange, molten blood on the sharp edge. "Can you not?" The bloody glitch muttered tensely.

Sinead drew back her arm. "Sorry. One cares for their work, even when it's only partially theirs." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, I assume you want to know about those crystals?" Geno nodded, eyeing her carefully. Sinead tapped on the  blue-green stone with a red patch across it's center on the cross-guard of the sword. "That." She said. "Is cuprite with chrysocolla. It helps one learn to, or grow more comfortable with speaking the truth. It is a teacher of the 'humanitarian' principles. It encourages one to help others. All traits that would complement your personality."

She moved her finger over to the stone under the leather grip, picking at it slightly. "That is bloodstone." It was dark, blue-green with patches of rustic red-orange. "It's said to banish evil, and falls under the category of a guiding stone. It heightens intuition and increases creativity, though the last being rather redundant, and it keeps out undesirable influences. It bestows courage and teaches one how to avoid dangerous situations by strategic withdrawal and flexibility. It encourages selflessness and idealism. Assists in acting in the present moment. Dispels confusion and enhances the decision-making process. Said to revitalize the mind. Also reduces irritability, aggressiveness, and impatience."

She glanced up at Geno's skeptical face and sighed. "Look, I chose these gems based off of color scheme to match you, then sorted through the types so I didn't give you something that would have adverse effects on your personalities. Believe me, if I hadn't, you could have gotten something that would force you to face your worst memories, or something that would make you sexually active. There are gems that turn people on and that hopefully disgusts you as much as it does me."

Dust and Red both stepped away from her, Killer just groaned in disgust. Nightmare and Geno scowled as Error blanched. Cross frowned slightly, Chaos sticking her tongue out. Fresh remained indifferent, save for his sunglasses, reading EWEW.

Sinead sighed and shook her head. "Let me just get on with it, since I've killed the mood." She pulled out a pair of swords, their sheaths solid black and white. The pommels on both were identical black and white patterned rings, in the cross-guard were more black stones with white splotches. She presented them to Cross how actually flinched backwards. "I like my knife." He explained bluntly. She nodded. "I know, but you've already realized how hard it is to block attacks with one ungainly blade, have you not?"

He held a hand over the thin weapons hesitantly. "I don't need…" He didn't even complete that thought. He seemed conflicted. So Sinead hefted up the sword encased in black. "This, is Haina. Harm." She looked into his sockets carefully. Then her blue eyes flicked back to the blade. She tapped the pommel ring and hilt, the grip a white ribbon. "This ring and under that cloth is a simple, but very powerful stone. Merlinite. All that's important in it's limited capabilities is a sort of record, as well as its' ability to hold imprints. I've actually found that it's possible to enchant that. These swords will always find you. Like a boomerang if thrown, and given the placement of the stone it will always meet you hilt-first. I think you can use that to your advantage."

She smiled and brought forth the blade in the white sheath, black cloth grip. She tapped the stone in the middle of the cross-guard with the other sword's pommel ring. "In both of the swords is snowflake Obsidian. A calming stone, putting one in their right frame of mind. It helps teach one to value mistakes as well as successes. It's a stone of purity. It can help one learn to find empowerment in isolation and loneliness."

She smiled warmly, and briefly Nightmare wasn't sure if he smelled campfire s'mores or not. "This sword is Harmr, Sorrow." She closed her eyes serenely for a moment, then stared Cross full in the face. "Two swords, two owners, though one body." Cross's eyelights died and he stiffened.
"How did you know that?" He asked flatly.

Sinead only smiled. "I know everything, Cross. So trust me when I say; you're going to need these."
They both stared at each other, one beyond tense, the other peacefully flickering.

Then Cross grabbed them in one hand and continued to glare at the fire elemental. Sinead smirked and faced Chaos. "You aren't forgotten, human Temmie." She presented a large, bluish knife with a red wire around the black cloth grip, the handle a deep blue stone under the ribbon and red wire. A conversely see-through yellow gem rested on either side of the blade with an equally transparent sky blue crystal at the butt of the handle. Chaos admired it with wide eyes. The blade was matt black, only a faint gleam bounced off it's surface.

"What's it made of?" The Temmie whispered in awe. Sinead grinned. "Good question." She pointed at the pale gem on the end of the blade. "Celestite. It imparts gentle strength and inner peace despite urging towards greater openness to new experiences. Celestite calms and sharpens the mind, assists in conflict resolution and maintaining a harmonious atmosphere in times of stress. It can.. cool firey emotions. A stone of mental clarity."

Pointing at the handle under the black ribbon grip she went on. "Sodalite. Unites logic with intuition. Instills a drive for truth and an urge towards idealism, so one can remain true to themself and and stand up for their beliefs. It also brings harmony and solidarity of purpose. Stimulates trust and companionship, too. All the while, it encourages rational thought, objectivity, truth, and intuitive perception. Sodilate calms the mind, bringing emotional balance, (ironically) and calms panic attacks. It can transform a defensive or oversensitive personality, releasing core fears, phobias, guilt, and control mechanisms that hold one back from who they truly are. Enhances self-esteem, self-acceptance, and self-trust; though I know you aren't quite in so much need of those."

Taking a deep breath, Sinead pointed out the yellow gem. "Instills confidence and the ability to find one's own strength. Heals shock and trauma while also instilling the courage to deal with traumatic situations. Lastly, it ameliorates depression and releases painful memories so they can be laid to rest. The last of which you might find some benefit from."

Sinead straightened, clapping. "Whoo! A lot of words! Did I miss anyone who still has questions?" She asked, staring right at Fresh. The team all glanced at one another rather awkwardly while saying generally no.
"Nah, I'm good." Fresh stated, not caring to hear about whatever was in his mace. Cross was peering down the length of his swords. Sinead raised an eyebrow, but made no comment. She faced Nightmare.

"You know a weapon must be made soon." She told him quietly, drawing everyone's attention back to the present. The King of Negativity scoffed. "I absolutely don't need any."
"Perhaps not yet, but I know things are falling into place. An object of power will be necessary… for the both of you." She stared deep into the Guardian, and he knew.. she wasn't talking about Error, for he was unnoticed as she focused solely on Nightmare.
"I don't have what you will need yet, but I know what is to be imperative. You once had a weapon. It is still within your possession… Perhaps you should look at it once again. That is all I suggest before I go."

He furrowed his non-existent eyebrows. "And where will you be going? When do you plan on reappearing next?"
"In Ellesméra, when I have created what you need."
"How do you plan on reaching it before us?"
Sinead laughed, a light sound, dancing through the air.
"I know everything, Alalëa." She reminded him in a rich tone, before vanishing into a cloud of flame and embers.

Error let out a loud glitch as Nightmare only sighed.
That fire elemental is the only being I cannot ever understand…