Note: I do not own Eragon or any of its characters..
(A/N: I was told I should space the paragraphs and add a description, so here you are. Hope you like it. . )
A boy by the name of Zack was pacing in his room, wondering what to do. He had Black hair and blue eyes. He was of moderate height and good looks. It's saturday and I have absolutely nothing to do. He glanced around his room, as if hoping to find something interesting. He looked at his desk. On it sat a book labled "Eragon" He figured it couldn't hurt anything to read it, so he began to. Five minutes later he jumped,thinking his mom called him, then gasped in surprise.
A bright blue flame had just erupted around him. He didn't even have enough room to sit down. He began calculating the odds of survival. If he stayed, he would probably get burned, though, it wasn't getting any smaller or even hotter. If he ran through it, He'd probably just burn up. Either way, it seemed he'd get hurt. Why try to fight the inevitable?.
So he decided to stay. He checked his watch. It's almost time for me to be home. Maybe mom or dad will come looking for me, and find me. I'm sure they'll know what to do! After what felt like an hour, his feet were beginning to get very tired. Finally, after another hour or so, the blue flames disappeared. He literally fell down from being so tired. He just laid there, eyes closed, enjoying the rest.
After he was rested, he opened his eyes and nearly fell back down from shock. He was in a forest! He found an old stump and sat on it, Looking around and wondering to do next. His hands were shaking from his fear. He couldn't hunt. And he didn't think it was sanitary to drink from any rivers or streams, not that he could see any anyways.
He stayed sat down on the stump, looking up at the sky and wondering what to do next. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something shoot past him. He got up and hurriedly grabbed a twig. He swung it around worriedly. He knew that if were anything bigger than a dog, he'd be in some real trouble. He continued waving the stick around until he heard a sound so welcome, yet so surprising and terribly beautiful that he nearly dropped his twig. It was laugh.
R&R please! My first story, so that explains the cruddiness of it.
