Chapter 1
The Egg
It was an amazing battle to get the third egg. Actually Galbatorix was on vacation in a place unknown to all other people under his rule- a place called Ant-art-freak-ah.
It was so warm compared to home, witch was -6,441,452,725,725,545,465,354 degrees. In fact, since Galbatorix's father was the wax monster, he melted in till he realized that Alagaesia was in fact, not -6,441,452,725,725,545,465,354 degrees.
It was only THE EXACT SAME AS EVERYWHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD.
And by the time he had figured that out
He figured out he wasn't in Ant-art-freak-ah (Antarctica) but instead was in Minnesota:
So I was walking along, when I tripped over him, so I kicked him and he started crying. I ran away from the weirdo.
This had happened in Alagaesia:
Eragon had killed all the guards and taken the egg. Now he had to find a rider. He right away took it to Arya and Queen Islanzadi. They started talking and had a meal.
"Pass the hotdogs!" Eragon cried. Everyone stared at him and everyone simultaneously said "Hotdogs? What the he- heck are hotdogs?"
Back to the egg.
"What color is the dragon? Red, black, or blue?" Islanzadi quizzed him. "None. It's green." (Yes, I know, but I just want a green dragon, its green and nice-looking.) "Male or female?" "Neither," they starred at him.
"I'M KIDDING! Jeesh…. Male."
Saphira lifted her head. If a good person became the rider, she would have a husband! And he would be hot, being the only green dragon.
"We must find a rider for it, for this is one small egg for dragon, and one giant mating for dragonkind!"
I want 22 reveiws for the next two chapters, and it gets funnier. By far.
