Hello, it's me again! I am not going to post the reviews (it takes up to much room) but I will still respond to them!

SpeedDemon315, Yah! I'm glad you think that the chapter was awesome! It makes me so happy! Tee hee, that death cycle quote is cool. You do Drama? That is so awesome! I do drama too! Yah!

Teenlaunch, Whoo! Thanks! Mumbling is fun! (Ignore my jumpiness; I'm on a sugar high)

Maddie, Yah! New review thanks! Hmm, the leaning thing, haven't decided yet…I probably should do that soon huh? (Scratches head) Will I get kicked off? That would totally suck…Oh well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it…and the Prince of Tennis is a Manga book, and an anime series. It is about a tennis prodigy named Ryoma Echizen. If you are into Manga or anything, I would check it out.

Thanks again to SpeedDemon315, Teenlaunch, and Maddie! You guys are awesome. So this story is…Tah' dah! Back to Roran. I LOVE how no one is upset about Katrina, because I don't like her (hint: the reason I killed her off 0.o) So, It's clear that she isn't very popular (excellent)

Kelsey: Your mean, what did she ever do to you?

Dreamer: Eh, who knows, so, enough of my rambling, Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon…

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Roran stood in front of two freshly made graves. They were marked by hand made crosses. One carved with the name Ajin, and the other Katrina. He knew that he didn't have Katrina's body, or anything needed for a proper burial, but it was merely out of respect. He sighed, wiping the tears out of his eyes. Despite the fact that is heart was broken, and everyone that had ever been important to him was dead, he felt as though a large weight had been lifted off his shoulders. At night he would often stay awake, wondering that when it came to it, who would he pick? Ajin was strong and sarcastic but had an apparent soft spot for humans, Katrina was beautiful, never spoke out of line.

"But now they are both gone." He told himself, as tears sprung into his eyes again. No matter how much he hated to admit it, he found himself missing Ajin's presence beside him, that look of utter frustration she got when Roran did something stupid, which was quite often. He looked once more at the graves where his heart lay, one last look at his one true love, for he had decided whom he would choose…

Roran looked at the camp in front of him.

'I can't stay here.' He thought, a chill running down his spine. The wind whistled through the trees, and for the first time in months, he truly felt alone. He gathered up his provisions, and tied his bag to Bryer's saddle. Out of the corner of his eyes, Roran saw a glint of crimson metal. Ajin's sword lay on the ground, splashed with blood. New tears found Roran's eyes, as he pick up the elf's sword. It was slightly heavier than he had thought it would be. She swung it with such grace, and ease he thought it weighed no more than a twig. He cleaned the off blade, and put it into his sheath, abandoning his own in the grass. Surprisingly, the sword fit perfectly. Shrugging slightly, Roran pushed his hair from his eyes, looking around the clearing to make sure everything was gone. He jumped slightly as he heard a soft wine. He turned to see Ajin's horse Kert nudging his head against the raw ground where Ajin lay. Roran clicked his tongue softly, willing the poor creature over to him. The horse took one more desperate look at his master's grave before walking cautiously over to Roran.

"Good boy." Said Roran softly patting Kert's head. "She died saving me you know."

The horse looked at him with sad eyes. Roran mentally slapped himself. Horses DON'T have emotions.

'I truly am going insane…'

He brought Kert over to Bryer and tied the two saddles together.

"There. Just one last thing." He walked over to the headless body that lay on the moss-covered ground. He squatted down next to it, trying to ignore the nauseous feeling that suddenly washed over him. The man did not look like an ordinary assassin.

'Then why would he want me dead?' he thought sadly.

His eyes flicked down to the dead man's had lying palm open on the ground. Roran narrowed his eyes, and looked closer, seeing a symbol tattooed on it. The symbol looked oddly familiar. A though suddenly occurred to Roran as he unsheathed Ajin's sword. Sure enough, on the hilt was the same symbol etched into the steal by skillful hands. Heart racing, Roran turned to where the decapitated head lay in the grass. With shaking fingers, he turned over the head to revel the tip of a pointed ear.

"A-an elf?" thought Roran out loud.

"Yes, and a foolish one at that." Came is tiered voice from behind him.

Roran swung around, and pointed Ajin's sword at the stranger's neck.

"Hmm." He said eying the sword lazily, "They were right about you, a feisty one." The mad looked no older than thirty, but by now Roran had learned not to trust looks alone. His ears were pointed, (defiantly an elf) Roran thought. His hair, unlike Ajin's was long and blonde. He had deep blue eyes, with dark rings around them, as though he had stared into the sun for to long.

"Who are you?" demanded Roran.

"Shin. My name is Shin. I mean you no harm young Roran, you may lower your weapon."

Roran glared at him suspiciously for a moment, before dropping his sword at his side.

"What do you want?"

"Well," sigh, "I was here to stop this headless fool, before he got himself hurt. Looks like it's to late for that."

"Stop him from getting hurt? Are you insane, he almost killed me!"

"You are traveling with Ajin, are you not?"

"Was," spat Roran. He did not like this man.

"So he managed to kill her? Well that was unexpected…" Shin began muttering to himself.

"What do you mean 'he managed to kill her?' What's going on?" demanded Roran impatiently.

Sigh. "I guess I better start from the beginning. Do you know the story of Ajin's sister?"

"Yes…"

"Good, that saves us a lot of time then hmm? Well then you know that two other elves were killed as well, correct?"

"Yes, where is this going?" asked Roran.

Shin muttered something that sounded oddly like 'Impatient mortals.' But eager to here what the elf had to say, Roran let it slip.

"This elf was the cousin of the ones killed. So, in an act of utter stupidity, he tried to kill Ajin for revenge. Which is a very, very stupid thing to do."

"Why." Asked Roran simply.

"Well, many reasons. One because, Ajin is by far the best fighter known to elves."

Roran laughed bitterly. "That can't be true. She was killed."

"Yes, it seems so. And do you know why it is she was killed? I expect he threw a dagger at her while her back is turned. Very honorable," he added sarcastically, nudging the mans lifeless body. "But that couldn't have been the only thing that killed her." He looked at Roran with knowing eyes. "The mighty Ajin would not fall victim to a stab wound. Not unless there was a second one. To…let's the elves main muscle, located somewhere around here." He jabbed Roran's shoulder, in the same spot where his dagger had hit Ajin.

"That is an elves only weak spot. If stabbed there, they will surly die. Is that what happened?"

Roran nodded guiltily. "Because of me, her whole family is dead."

"Oh good heavens no. Only Ajin. Her sister will be pleased I suspect."

"Her sister is dead." Said Roran, his voice now void of any emotion.

"Is she now?"

"Wasn't she captured by Galbatorix?"

"Yes, but she was saved. By a young boy as rumor has it. Right now he should be around the age of…16."

Roran looked up at the elf with wide eyes.

"You guessed it." He said although Roran had not said anything. "Your beloved cousin. In fact, she is probably traveling with him right now."

"Why would she be glad that Ajin is dead?"

"Because, she was always the jealous one. Ajin was a master at everything. She was the best warrior, the best sleuth, the best spy, the list goes on I assure you. Ajin is about 56 years younger, but was always praised by everyone but her sister and mother. Ajin did not brag, or act like she wanted the attention. It just came to her. You are lucky she chose you."

"Chose…me?" asked Roran not very confused.

"My dear boy, in this world, elves are placed higher than humans. Especially comparing royalty to a farmer."

'Royalty?' thought Roran.

"For one like her to die to save you, it must have been something very rare among elves. Love."

Roran could not sustain them, suddenly; tears sprung to his eyes, falling silently down his cheeks.

Shin just stared at him. "It looks as though I was correct."

"Well, I take my leave. I'm sure Ajin has already told you the whereabouts of the Varden."

Roran nodded, trying desperately to sub stain his sudden flow of emotion.

"Hmm, well, if it's your dear cousin you are looking for, then do not go to the Varden. Go to a city called Lithgow. He and his friend are headed down there now. They shall arrive in a few weeks time."

Roran suddenly felt a smirk play on his lips.

"Thank you." Said Roran, walking over to Bryer and Kert.

"Anytime." And with that Shin disappeared.

Roran mounted Bryer, resisting the urge to laugh loudly. He doubted whether Shin knows that he just signed Eragon's death wish. For Roran knew now what he would do with Ajin's sword. He would spill the blood of the man that had ruined his life. The man who had put a stop to two others.

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The nameless twin stood expectantly by the tree, tapping his fingers on the rough bark.

"Well?" he asked as a tall elf entered the clearing.

The elf smiled darkly, as his body melted away, reviling a mirror image of the twin leaning against the tree.

"The fool fell for it." He said walking through the woods with his brother. "It was perfect."

"What did you tell him?"

"The truth. About Ajin, and that fool Shin. I used his name by the way. Once I saw the body. He managed to kill her."

"Really?" asked the other.

"Yes. They are both dead, and the riders cousin is quite distraught."

"Well, did you tell him?"

"Of course I did, who do you take me for? I told him to go to Lithgow to find his cousin."

"Excellent." They said in unison. "Between the boy, and Roran, the rider will never survive."

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Wow! Nearly five pages, that's my longest one yet!

Sorry it took so long to update! So if this was a little confusing-

Kelsey: Which it was…

Dreamer: Thank you for that. Now, if this was confusing, one of the twins used magic to disguise himself as an elf, and told Roran where to find Eragon, so that he could kill him for revenge. Get it? Good. Any questions? Comments? Please review!