SpeedDemon315

Nice story, Murtagh is still on the "good" side and the Twins didn't get him, thank goodness. I really like Murtagh and it was disapointing when I read that Murtagh was forced to work for Galbortrix or whatever his name is! Kepp it up and if you can, can you have some chapters with Murtagh's point of view?

Animegurlzrule

This was great! Keep up the good work!

Maddie

sounds good plz write more

Amby8

lol omg i love your story its sorta confsing coz i never read eragin but i like it pls update again soon

amby

Whoo! Thanks a lot, I love you guys! Nice reviews make me all warm in fuzzy inside, tee hee!

Kelsey: Idiot…

Dreamer: Where did you come from?

Kelsey: (points to house next store)

Fighting Dreamer: Right, so enjoy the story. And Kelsey would like me to inform you that she is in fact real, and standing next to me. She's not (despite popular belief) a figment of my imagination.

Kelsey: Or am I?

Fighting Dreamer: Don't confuse me!

Taylor: Which proves to be very easy to do.

Fighting Dreamer: where'd you come from?

Taylor: I'm your sister…I live here…

Fighting Dreamer: okay…enjoy!

By the way, Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Eragon…darn you copy-writing laws…

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As Roran regained consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes. He found himself staring up at a star scattered sky.

How long have I been out? What am I doing here? He thought vaguely.

Before he could suppress them, a flood of memories, burst into his consciousness. The village, the black spies, being attacked, and

Katrina…

He scrambled to his feet, and looked at his surroundings.

He had been laying on a blanket that had been taken from his pack. There was a fire blazing in front of him, and water simmering in a kettle.

He felt the back of his head, expecting to feel dried blood, or at least a bump. But instead felt nothing.

What's going on?

He heard a faint rustling in the leaves behind him. Roran whirled around, to find himself face to face with a girl. She jumped slightly as Roran turned to face her. She cursed as the bundle of sticks she was holding fell to the ground.

"Your awake." She observed blatantly.

"Who are you?" he asked.

She impatiently walked over to the fire and put down the sticks.

"Ajin" she said simply, without turning to look at him.

At last she stood up, and faced him.

She had long blonde hair that was carefully tied back, leavening a few strands to cover her face. She had large hazel eyes, and pale skin. Her figure, Roran noticed guiltily was quite thin and agile, she looked no older than 20.

"R-roan." He muttered.

"I know that. After all, I was sent here to get you." She said poking the fire with a stick.

"Sent…to get me?" asked Roran, "why was a girl sent to get me?"

Ajin shot him a malicious look and snarled, "Ha! That's interesting, coming from you. A mere human, not able to hold off the Ra'zac."

Roran looked at her confused.

"Last time I checked, you were, human as well, and the Ra'zac, who are they?"

Ajin sighed impatiently. "The Ra'zac are the spies of the empire. And I am not a human." She said pointing at her ears, which Roran finally noticed, were pointed.

"An elf?" asked Roran his eyes widening.

"They told me you didn't know much about all this, but completely oblivious, they left that part out."

"Are elves always this sarcastic?" asked Roran rubbing his eyes, "And who are 'they', the ones who sent you? And why don't I have a mark on my head. As far as I know, I was hit with a large club."

"Full of questions aren't you?" stated Ajin, "Well, no, elves aren't usually sarcastic, only me. I have been sent by the Varden, and lastly, elves can do magic, you might be annoying, but I wasn't about to let you bleed to death."

Roran snorted, "Me annoying? Ha! Your one to talk." He had never been so irritated with anyone in his life. "And how do I know you from the-"

Ajin placed a hand over his mouth, and looked toward the bushes.

In one swift movement, she jumped off the ground with inhuman speed, and into a nearby tree.

Something told him that Ajin was fast, even for an elf.

She let go of Roran, and put a finger to her lips.

"Not a word." She whispered. She turned her head and looked down toward the base of the tree.

The rustling in the bushes grew louder, as an Urgal walked into the clearing. He looked around, his beady eyes searching for any form of movement.

The Urgal laughed, slightly.

"You may be able to hide elf. But I can smell you, and you stink of fear!" he yelled into the clearing.

Ajin smiled, and jumped down from the tree branch.

"On the contrary," she said, unsheathing her sword, and driving it into the Urgal's chest.

The Urgal coughed slightly, spraying her with blood.

"You fell for it." He whispered before falling limply to the ground.

Ajin, without turning, stuck out her right hand, and muttered a couple words in the ancient language. All of the five advancing Urgals instantly.

Casually wiping the blood off her sword, she motioned for Roran to jump from the tree.

"What did you do to them?" asked Roran, looking at the pile of dead Urgals.

"Simple, I collapsed the major artery in there system. The blood gets cut off from their whole body, killing them instantly." Said Ajin, using magic to move the Urgal's bodies out of the clearing.

"C-can you teach me how to do that?" asked Roran.

Ajin smiled at him. "I guess. Magic would come in handy."

There were silence for a moment; neither of them knew what to say.

"Why did the Varden send you to get me? Asked Roran.

"I have vowed not to speak a word of my mission."

Roran nodded, "Is the king…the ruler, is he an elf as well?"

"No," said Ajin, "His name is Ajihad, and he is quite human."

"Then an elf can over rule the wishes of a human, right?"

Ajin stared at the ground and sighed. "At one time I could have. Now you should get some rest, it's getting late."

Roran nodded. He spread the crinkles out of his blanket, and lay down.

"What about you?" he asked, not opening his eyes, "don't you need to sleep?"

Ajin shook her head, and sat down agents a tree.

"I'll be fine, but you need your rest."

This girl is acting a lot more…mature than before. Thought Roran.

"I was acting mature before, you were the one who was being quite rude."

Roran's eyes flew open.

"Did you just, but I, how did you?" began Roran.

"Oblivious." Muttered Ajin. "I can read your thoughts by penetrating the almost non-existent barrier around your mind. If you would like to speak to me without talking, in the situation of an attack, all you have to do it try to reach my outer barrier. Then you just think what you want to say."

Like this?

"Good, I was able to hear that." Said Ajin. "Now, sleep time."

Roran closed his eyes once again, intent on falling asleep.

-Flash Back-

Roran crouched in the shadows of Quimbley's house.

"Just in time." He whispered to himself a Slone walked out of the house further up the street. Following Slone was Katrina.

She was carrying a leather bound book, and talking intently with her father. "I'm going to the valley to restock. I will be back in two days time." Said Slone, swinging his bow around his shoulder.

Katrina nodded, and kissed him good-bye on the cheek.

Roran ducked back into the shadows as Slone passed his hiding spot.

Once he was out of sight, Katrina motioned for Roran to come to her.

Roran double checked the road, and ran out to meet Katrina.

"I'm glad you've come." She said as Roran kissed her softly on the neck.

"I couldn't pass up a whole day alone with you." He whispered.

Curiously, he looked down at the book in her hand.

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's a book I'm reading. It's a collection of stories about a made up civilization called Greece. Many authors made up the different stories about gods and goddesses. It's very good, you should read it sometime." Said Katrina.

Roran stared at the ground for a moment before answering.

"Garrow never taught me how to read. He believes that if it doesn't help with farming, then it's an unnecessary privilege."

Katrina nodded sympathetically.

"Would you like me to read a few stories to you?" she asked kindly.

Roran nodded happily, and began to walk with Katrina down to the woods that border his farm.

Katrina read stories or love and hate, passion and war. Stories of gods and goddesses, humans and kings. And Roran left Katrina with an very different out look on life.

"What's wrong?" asked Eragon, as he watched his cousin move his food around his plate.

Roran shrugged slightly, then looked up.

"Have you ever felt, that our world, our life, was just a little bit...boring?"

"Boring?" Eragon laughed. "Why just yesterday I-"

"Eragon!" said Roran, slightly louder than he ment to, "You know what I mean. Its just..." Roran struggled for words.

Remembering the story of Hercules he said, "Have you ever found that the man who raised you was not in fact your father. That your father was one of the most powerful men to rule the world. Have you ever found that you are destined for a fate so amazing, so complex, that it putts the other gods to shame?"

A small smile tugged at the corner of Eragon's lips.

"Now that," he said, "Is my kind of story!"

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I know, I know, The Greek stories did DEFINITELY not exists in this world. Oh well. I am very interested in Greek Mythology, and I figured I could incorporate it into my writing. I hope you enjoyed the story!

Thanks again to SpeedDemon315, Animegurlzrule, Maddie, and Amby8 for you beautiful reviews.

For SpeedDemon315...I also love Murtaug. Precisely why I didn't kill him off! Whoo! You have sparked my imagination...and I have chosen to have a chapter mostly about Murtaug. It might just be the next one...But I haven't thought about it yet.

Kelsey: Make it the one after the next one.

Fighting Dreamer: You suck...go away.

Kelsey: Ha ha. You can't make me.

Fighting Dreamer: No, but I could make a character about you and kill it off, Mwhahaha!

Kelsey: Nooooo!

Both: Please Review!