Please continue this story, I love it
Maddie
Sounds good, hope you feel better, update soon
TeenlaunchWell, that was a nice chapter. One small complaint I have is how short the chapters are. Anyway, I shouldn't be talking. Some of my stories have short chapters. If you have time, please read them, if you like Harry Potter and Draco/Hermione. Anyway, well, the ideas...maybe you could have them meet like Paolini did, but have Roran not recognize him and have him travel somewhere with him as well, like back to Carvahall! Oh, that's was a brain surge. Um, or have them meet at like, Jeod's home in Teirm? I don't know...If you want more ideas, just email me at and make sure to tell me who you are. Thanks, buh-bye!
Teenlaunch
Dragon Rider Morzen, Thanks so much for your review! I'm very glad you like it! Nice reviews are always helpful!Maddie, Thank you so much! I'm already feeling better! I love to hear reviews from you (and everyone else as well) Just for a random piece of information, I have something called bronchitis (what ever that is) But I'll be back on my feet in no time!
Teenlaunch, Wow! That was long! Thanks a lot! Sorry about the short chapters, I'll defiantly try to make them longer. Those are really good ides, especially the one about not knowing its Eragon…And for your stories, I love Harry Potter, so I will make sure to read all of them very soon!
Thanks again to Dragon Rider Morzen, Maddie, and Teenlaunch!
Kelsey: This A/N was rather long so it will end right about…now!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Eragon characters.
Kiaku: But you own me!
Dreamer: Is that a good thing?
Kelsey: Eh…No comment…
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Roran caught Ajin, just before she hit the ground.
"Thanks." She muttered as he lowered her onto the ground.
She propped herself onto her elbows just as a single drop of crimson blood ran down the hilt of the dagger, still wedged in her shoulder. The rest was spilling down her arm.
Roran looked at her sadly, "Now that you're awake, you could heal this, right?"
Ajin laughed slightly. "Foolish" she muttered.
Roran shook his head warm tears spilling down his cheeks.
"Its not fair." He yelled.
Ajin pulled the dagger out of her arm, and licked the blood off the blade.
"Talk about unfair." She muttered.
"You sound okay, you might live, right?" asked Roran hopefully.
"I doubt it. I probably have a while though. It takes quite a long time to empty forty pints of blood out of an elf's body."
Roran tour his shirt apart, and carefully began bandaging her second wound.
"Pointless." He heard her whisper, but he paid her no attention.
When he was done, he stepped back. The tan cloth was already soaked in blood.
Roran's eyes filled with tears once again, the feeling of hopelessness slowly eating at his mind.
"Don't worry about it." Said Ajin calmly.
Roran shook his head, "No! I wont loose anyone else!" he yelled.
"Calm down. Listen to what I have to say."
Roran's eyes narrowed, "You don't get it do you! Everyone in my life is gone! Why don't you understand what I'm going through?"
Ajin sighed, "Roran, I better than anyone know what you're going through. Any way, it shouldn't be that bad if you loose me, all I am is your guide."
Roran opened his mouth, as though he was going to say something, and then closed it again.
She was right she was only a guide. But in the weeks he had been traveling with her, he had grown used to her presence. He felt comfort in the fact that she was always next to him as he slept. Always they're to watch him, or to talk to him. Maybe he didn't want to admit it while Katrina was alive, but now…he might be in love.
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Its okay." She whispered, "Now listen to me. You wont be able to soon."
"You can't die, I would die as well." Whispered Roran.
"You wont, heart brake doesn't kill you."
"How would you know? Did all your family die as well?" asked Roran scornfully.
"No, my family is alive. But at least when your father and mother died, you knew that they loved you."
Roran looked at her confused.
"My mother is still alive." Began Ajin, "But she chooses to completely ignore my existence."
"Why?"
"A year ago, my sister, two of my Elvin kin and I traveled down through the forest of Du Weldenvarden."
"Sister?" asked Roran.
Ajin held up a hand to silence him.
"We were carrying something of great value. I am one of the fastest elves in Ellesmèra, so I was made scout. I was a half a mile ahead on them, jumping from branch to branch. I saw a group of Urgals hidden behind trees. They were all dressed in war amour, and had weapons at the ready. None of the Urgals could see me, because of the speed I was going. But one of them picked up my sent. They could not attack, in fear of angering their leader. So one picked up a large stone, and threw it in my general direction. It hit me in the back of my head, and knocked me unconscious. I fell from the tree, and landed on a lower branch, still hidden from sight. When I awoke, the forest was wreathed in a halo of fire, my comrades were killed, shot down by Urgal Arrows, and my sister and the important parcel were gone."
"I'm sorry." Said Roran softly. "But what does this have to do with your family?"
"Simple. When I returned to Ellesmèra, I told my mother of my sister's fate, and the fate of my brethren. She shunned me from Ellesmèra for as long as she had the power to. So I fled to the Varden, to help them at any means necessary. They soon assigned me to bring you safely to the Varden, and here I am now."
"What happened to your sister?" he asked, acutely aware that with every second that went by, brought her closer to her death.
"We don't know. She was one of the only elves that Galbatorix managed to capture, so she is probably dead. But I am content, after all I will join her soon."
Roran pressed the bottom of his palms to his temples. "How can you be so calm about this?" asked Roran.
"I have lived a good life." She said simply.
"A good life!" yelled Roran, "You look no older than twenty!"
"Ahh, but I am an elf, and looks are deceiving. My actual age is forty one."
"Forty one?" muttered Roran, "That is still young, even to a human. How old is it in elf years?"
"Elf years?" Ajin laughed dryly, "You speak of us as though we are dogs. But to an elf, I would be about twenty. After all elves live long lives. My sister lived until one hundred and fifty six. She could still be living"
Roran sighed. "Why were you sent to retrieve me?"
"For Eragon's sake."
Roran stared at her confused, "Were would you be now, if it wasn't for Eragon?"
Ajin laughed yet again. "To tell you the truth, I would probably be eating dinner with Angela the witch."
"Now," she continued, "Give me your map."
Roran wordlessly handed it to her.
"You have to continue until you reach the desert." She said running her finger along the map. "Then travel to the Beor Mountains. Then, you must reach the third mountain. Once you get there, you should see a large valley with a forest in it. Follow the forest until you can hear the sound of rushing water. You will soon see a waterfall. Go to the side of the waterfall and pick up a stone. Hit the stone on the side of the wall and yell-"
"Yell what?" asked Roran.
Ajin coughed again, blood soaking into the ground.
"You're never going to remember this. And I have no ink." She stated wiping her mouth. She stared at the blood dripping from her fingers.
She took the map and wrote a sentence in the ancient language. Her blood shined clearly on the page, before soaking permanently into the map.
Roran stared at her. "Why did you-"
Ajin smiled weakly, her strength was clearly running out.
"I had no ink." She whispered.
She closed her eyes for a moment, and withdrew the support of her elbows, letting herself fall softly to the ground.
Roran grabbed her hand. "No! You can't die! Not yet! I…I love you!"
Ajin's grey eyes were filled with sadness.
"Love," she said softly, "Love is such a human emotion. Worry not Roran. You will forget me soon, and you can live your life normally. One day you will be old and wise. Someone will say the name Ajin, and you will think nothing of it. Humans forget, and feelings fade," she reached her hand out and pressed it to Roran's cheek, "But you will not forget Katrina."
Roran softly closed his eyes as Ajin's hand fell back to the ground.
"Your not supposed to die, elves can't die." He said, tears falling freely against the ground.
"They say that elves are immortal beings. Oh, but how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying." She said.
There was silence for a moment, as Ajin opened her eyes for the last time.
"I love you to." She whispered, and with that her last breathe rouse into the evening sky, soon blending with the stars. Forever gone.
Roran cradled the lifeless elf against his chest. Ajin was wrong if she said that heart brake could not kill. It was not his heart that broke, it was his soul. And when your soul is ripped out, you body will die as well. The tears from Roran's eyes began to fall onto her emotionless face.
Ajin had once said that this was not a quest for revenge.
But Roran knew that if it were not for Eragon, Ajin would be alive. So would his father, and Katrina, and Horst and everyone else Eragon had made suffer. And Roran would make him pay. He would pay for his sins. He would feel the pain that Roran felt when looking down at Ajin. Yes, he would feel it hundredfold.
Roran hugged the elf one last time, and brushed his lips lightly against hers.
"Your were wrong," he whispered, "I will never forget you."
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Kelsey: (sob) That's…so…sad…Dreamer: Is it? Good!
Well, that's all for this chapter. I know it was short, but I tried to make it longer.
Kelsey: Without much success.
Dreamer: True. Anyway, that little immortality bit at the end, that was from my favorite MCR song. I changed it around a lot, so it was really just the concept. Thanks again to all of my wonderful reviewers! I love you guys a lot!
Kelsey: And if you have any suggestions or comments about this jumble le of words that Jacey likes to call a story, then please review.
Dreamer: Wow Kelsey, that was VERY encouraging.
Kelsey: I know, after all that's what I'm here for.