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"It's time to begin, isn't it?" -Imagine Dragons

A group of five girls walked out of the local movie theater, freely giving their opinion of the movie to the world.

At the front, leading (as usual) was Ellen Smith, or Ellie, as nearly everyone called her. She was the only girl in the quintet of High School seniors who had blue eyes that matched well with her dirty blonde hair. She was an exceptional athlete and had a fine average in education.

To her right was Meg Jackson, who was always pale no matter the weather and had bright green eyes with auburn hair. She was a quiet, straight A, level-headed girl except when you managed to make her mad. Few could anger her, but if you did, you were likely never going to do it again. She was in no way a great athlete, but attended all of Ellie's games.

To the left of Ellie was Sarah Zimmerman, who had black hair that curled at the ends. Her dark brown eyes were always surrounded by make-up that complimented her perfectly even when it became runny. She was an extreme shopper and frantic about keeping up on the latest styles—something she was proud of.

Behind the three were Brooke and Rebecca Grace, cousins, both with hazel eyes. They were both known for their pranks that ended badly when planned together and worse when taken out on each other. Rebecca had dark blonde hair and became a genius when given any piece of technology—she could take one thing apart and make another completely that worked just the same. Brooke had light brown hair and was extremely kind as well as had an uncanny bond with animals. They absolutely adored her, save for a few exceptions.

"It was okay." Sarah informed them, pulling out a compact from her purse which dangled freely from her forearm as she applied a modest amount of blush. "I liked the Elves, that was my favorite part."

"Ugh! Spiders, I can't stand spiders." Brooke muttered, shivering as if they were crawling on her.

"It wasn't that bad, dork." Rebecca said with a smile, smacking the back of her cousin's head playfully. "Think about this instead: you've suffered already, now it's Sarah's turn."

"What do you mean?" She asked without looking at them and not noticing the suspicious man following them.

"Well, you're all staying the night and I've decided that we're going to watch 'Snakes on Planes.'"

"Hm. What's it about?"

Ellie face-palmed and the others groaned, "Zebras, Sarah," Ellie replied. "It's about zebras on subways."

"Peachy. I-HEY!" Sarah felt the strap of her purse snap as it was violently tugged away from her. "That man! He stole my purse!"

It took a split second for Ellie to react and put her track skills to the test. Sarah and Rebecca followed, but Brooke and Meg were slightly more hesitant.

"Something tells me this won't end well." Meg muttered. "Why couldn't we just call the police?"

"Come on, Molasses, we can't let them have all the fun." Brooke replied halfheartedly before they took off.

"Dang, he's freaky fast!" Sarah heaved as they turned into a dead-end alley.

"I don't think he works at Jimmy John's!" Rebecca replied wryly.

Ellie ignored them and looked at the man who, by now, found that he was caught. "Come on, just hand over the purse and we won't hurt you." The man snorted and ran head on at the girls. He pushed past them and knocked Ellie off her balance. She tripped over a metal trashcan and disappeared behind it.

"Ellie!" Her two companions ran to where she should have been, forgetting the purse, and found instead of their friend, a large manhole missing its lid.

"Ew." Sarah scrunched up her nose at the thought of being in a sewer. Rebecca gripped the sides of the metal ladder and started climbing down. "What are you doing?!"

She did not cease her descent and rolled her eyes. "I'm hunting for zebras in the subway, genius." And she disappeared out of sight.

Sarah groaned and after procrastinating for a moment, she, too, began to climb down. Brooke and Meg managed to see the top of her head leave the surface before they lost their companions completely and followed in spite of themselves.

Ellie woke to a bright light shining in her eyes and an unpleasant weight upon her gut.

Her eyes soon adjusted to the light and she scoffed when she found the dead-weight that was slowly suffocating her was Sarah and Rebecca.

With a purposeful lack of gentile, she shoved them off and on to the dirt. They groaned awake and Sarah glared daggers at her. "Great. Just awesome, Ellie. Now I have to force the dirt stains from my—what are we wearing?"

They looked down to find that their former clothes had been replaced with tight, dark pants and rather loose, cream colored tops.

"Not jeans and t-shirts,"

"Where are we?"

"How am I supposed to know? I just followed Ellie."

"Don't pin this on me!"

"You're the one that-"

"Who are you?" The trio jumped at the sudden intrusion of a male voice into their conversation. They turned and found a boy about their age with rather handsome features and a bush of blonde hair upon his head looking at them.

"Uh," Sarah faltered with words and shoved Ellie forward. "Go ahead, tell him who we are."

Hesitantly, she replied, "My name is Ellie, and these are my friends, Rebecca and Sarah." She realized that he didn't intend them harm and offered a smile. "Where are we?"

He returned a shy grin, "You're currently in the fields of my Uncle's farm just outside of Carvahall in Alagaesia. You didn't know?"

"We aren't from here. We, kind of, fell down a rabbit hole, so to speak."

"A nasty, rat-infested rabbit hole." Sarah muttered. The boy looked confused at the reference, so they chose not to elaborate.

"I'm afraid our food supply is lacking, but I can offer a place for you to stay."

"That's very kind of you." The boy waved them to follow him and he lead them through a frost covered field. It must have been winter. "What is your name?"

He flashed a brilliant smile that made Ellie's heart stop, "Eragon." She didn't know why Rebecca and Sarah were snickering, she merely sent a glare their way because it felt right.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?"

Well, Meg could honestly say she'd woken up to less ceremonious confrontations.

It took some time to adjust to the light, but when she did, her tongue turned to lead. The man who had spoke was dressed in battered clothes and had a bow in his hands. He repeated the questions as if, perhaps, she hadn't heard him. His voice was low and well-controlled, though curiously emotional.

So leave it to Meg to respond with a flustered, "Uh..."

He rolled his eyes, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. A brief look around told her that they were in a forest and that Brooke was still passed out to the left. Meg tried to go to her unconscious friend, but the man stopped her. "Answer my questions, and then, perhaps, I will let you go to your friend."

"Look, pal," She said, allowing her temper to get the better of her in an incredibly rare moment of anger. "I don't know where I am, who you are, or how I got here. If you think for a second that you have the capability to order me around like some dog, I assure you that you are seriously mistaken." Then, she pushed him away and went to Brooke, rousing her easily.

"Where are we?" The drowsy companion asked, eyeing the man warily.

He raised an eyebrow. "You truly do not know?"

"As I've said before, we don't know how or why we're here. Would you be so kind as to provide us an answer?"

He looked at them strangely before replying, "You're in Alagaesia."

"Thank you." Brooke said, realizing that Meg was not going to be as composed as usual. "My name is Brooke, and this is Meg. You'll have to forgive her temper." She dodged the slap that she knew was coming her way.

He raised an eyebrow, shook his head, then climbed on his horse and began to ride away. "Hey, wait!" Brooke yelled at him. He slowed to a trot, but didn't stop. "HEY! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE US HERE!"

He stopped and they ran to meet up with him. "And what makes you think I would help you? I have my own agenda to attend to and you two would only get in the way of that."

"We're only looking for our friends." Brooke explained, elbowing Meg who was standing silently, her arms crossed across her chest. "We don't know how to travel or where to begin. Perhaps we could help you in some way."

Meg grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side while he seemed to be brooding over what she had said. "What if he leads us in the exact opposite direction of where Ellie, Rebecca, and Sarah are?"

"Well, if you have any better ideas let me know. Seriously, what do we have to lose?"

"Our virginity?"

Brooke gave her a look that told her she had had enough and that they were going to travel with him. "If he wanted to do something cruel, he would have done it already." She insisted. "You better lose that attitude of yours because we're going with him whether you like it or not."

"I agree to take you with me, if you two are done bickering." He said. "And my name is Murtagh, by the way. Just a detail I thought you'd like to know."

"Lord give me strength." Meg growled through clenched teeth. Brooke rolled her eyes, took her by her arm and dragged her forward.