Don't Wipe Away My Tears-2

Recap: Eragon looked over to her and saw her eyes were rimmed with tears, one fell down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away.

(A/N I'm terribly sorry for all the mistakes in the last one completely didn't catch them I'm so sorry but my comp didn't catch them either! It's all his fault! Well I hope you enjoy this one!)

Assana flew faster as they began to see the trees below them thinning, it was almost dark and Eragon knew they should be making camp. As they flew lower Eragon saw a herd of dear scatter at the sound of the two dragons' wings. As they landed Assana jumped off from her dragons back and pulled a fire out of thin air. Eragon stared, he knew magic but he wasn't trained enough so that even little spells wouldn't tire him out. Apparently Assana knew enough to conjure whole fires. She walked around to Fira's right side and took something of. It was a bow, a beautiful white bow that had gold swirls and lines everywhere, near the middle were six markings.

Assana saw him staring, "It's my name in elfish, before the elders found out that I was a half blood they gave me this bow. When Arya told them what I was, they banished me from Ellesméra and told me to seek shelter else where. I was six years old." Her voice trailed off as she readied her bow and shot it through the trees. Eragon heard something fall and realized it was a deer.

Assana went into the thicket to get it and came back dragging it behind her a worried look on her face.

"We have to leave, now" She said in hushed tone, as though scared someone might hear her.

Eragon mounted Saphira and told her to climb silently but quickly, Assana dropped the dear and did the same to Fira. They were flying a little above the tree's an arrow flew past Eragon's arm; he looked down to see that fifteen or so Urgals were gathered with their bows ready to shoot. Unlike Assana's bow and arrows these weapons were crudely made and all the same as though they had to made for the masses. He heard a scream beside him, looking down he saw Assana holding just below her shoulder, she looked like she was loosing consciousness but Fira was still climbing higher as they were now out of range from the Urgals. Assana slumped and dropped the reins she began to fall sideways off of the saddle.

"Saphira! Catch her!" Eragon shouted as Fira noticed that he wasn't being ridden any more. Saphira dived towards the ground at the moment that Fira turned in mid air and diving as well. Eragon held onto Saphira's neck spikes with the sole concentration on catching the falling girl. He wanted to know her better, Saphira caught the falling form in her claws gently and flew over to Fira, placing the girl on his back Eragon made sure she tightly on his back before telling the two dragons where hey would land. He needed to heal Assana.

As they landed Eragon ran over to Fira and un-strapped Assana, He needed to get tot her shoulder, he knew this would mean taking off her shirt. He blushed as he remembered what had happened with Arya when he had healed her. As though reading his mind Fira stepped in front of Assana, blocking her from Eragon's view and unfurled his wings.

Saphira walked up to Fira and spoke to him,

'He won't harm her his intentions are only that of healing her.'

Reluctantly the male dragon stepped away his fire red scales glowing with anger, but he knew that she had to be healed other wise she would die.

Eragon walked over to her limp form and unbuttoned the flannel shirt she wore, as the fabric fell away he noticed she wore a sort of under shirt made from bandages. 'Clever' he thought. He looked at the arrow that was through her shoulder. Breaking off the tip he winced at how much pain this was for her. Semi conscious of what was happening Assana knew she had to lie still despite the pain that was surging through her shoulder. Eragon took the rest of the black arrow out of her and said the words of the old language he had used on Brom that long year ago when he had cut his arm during a fight. Eragon remembered how inexperienced he had been back then. How inexperienced he still was, he wondered if Assana could teach him more. But now she needed her rest. He decided to see how she was doing, tapping into her energy he went up to her mind, suddenly a searing pain shot through his skull, he tried to break contact but he couldn't a vise like grip held on his mind, fire surged through is brain as he was thrown backwards against a tree. He could hear Fira's deep growling laugh and Saphira's snort of concern and amusement.

'Even when weak, a she half elf can beat you' Saphira's mocking tone rang through his head.

'Yes I'm fine thank-you, only my pride is hurt.' He returned.

Saphira snorted again 'Men.'

The next day Eragon awoke to Assana laughing. He opened his eyes and looked at her she was standing between Saphira and Fira who were trying to get at each other. Smoke was swirling from their nostrils and they growled.

"Come on you two, stop it!" Assana said holding each of their noses. "It's not that bad, I mean he is only a stupid little boy." She ducked as Saphira with drew her nose and attempted to knock Assana off her feet. Assana fell to the ground laughing as Saphira poked her with her nose in the ribs. Laughing Assana attempted to roll over and get up but she couldn't.

Eragon cleared his throat and the three fell silent. The all looked at him with piercing eyes, Saphira's blue ones, Fira's red and Assana's bright grey/green one's. Assana broke first laughing hysterically again then the dragons joined in. Eragon felt excluded as he walked over to Assana,

"I need to talk to you." He said solemnly. She got up with a confused look on her face and followed him into the forest.

When they reached a small clearing Eragon began to talk.

"Look I know there's more to what ever you are than you're telling me and I'm sick of people keeping secrets from me. I need to know how to protect you if you get in danger or if I need to protect you. Also I need you to carry on my magical training." He finished and looked up at her. She was deep in thought, her eyes clouded over and her vibrant red hair brushed back; she finally stood up looking up into his eyes because she was about a foot shorter than him.

"First off as I'm sure you know I am a lot older than you, by probably two thousand years at least. And as protection I don't need it I can take care of my self, I should thank you though seeing as you healed me. So thank-you Eragon for helping me live. And as for your training of course I'll finish it, but you also need skills in fighting with minds even when I was almost dead I could still throw you around."

Eragon went slightly red at her last comment but managed to keep his temper in check.

"Thanks; really and also, your dragon scares me."

"He doesn't trust people. I found him when I was seven years old; he was abandoned because his egg had a crack in it. When he hatched I raised him and we've been together for more than one thousand years, so yeah he is over protective of me no wonder he didn't want you to heal me, seeing as you had to take of my shirt but still I'm sure he noticed why in the end."

She smiled at him and walked back towards the campsite, Eragon smiled and remembered how beautiful she looked when she smiled.

'WAIT, no bad thoughts… stop it!' he told him self 'besides it wouldn't work out, not to mention the two thousand year age difference.'

He walked back to the campsite and watched her as she took her sword from her bag.

"Let's fight." She said taking her stance. "Arm your self let's move!"

Eragon to Zar'roc out of its sheath and protected it. He too took his stance and Assana lunged at him just before he was about to block her blow she leapt of the ground and flipped over him landing behind him and hitting him in the back. He spun around ignoring the pain and lunged at her, she easily moved out of the way. He swung sword and her feet then quickly moved to her head she blocked it easily and light blue sparks flew from her blade, mixing with the red sparks from his. This went on for another half hour with Assana easily blocking him and then hitting him again with her sword.

When they stopped Eragon thought back to when Brom first started teaching him sword fighting. He remembered that every sword had a name.

"What's you sword's name?" He asked after he had caught his breath.

"It's Aiedail, it means Morning Star." She replied sadly. "Named after my grandmother, she was the one who gave it to me. She was the one who took care of me until she died. My father killed her. I never knew him but he left a letter explaining why. I've never met him or spoken with him."

She sheathed her sword and sat down next to Fira, who was sleeping. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off. Eragon was left awake thinking about her, how terrible her child hood must have been, he had always had someone who cared for him, no matter where he went. But she was abandoned into the world. He wished he could make her see that there was someone out there who cared for her, perhaps even loved her, maybe closer than she realized.

(A/N Okay hope this one was better than the last one! Read and Review please and thanks!)