Chapter 1-Skydiving Is Not as Fun as it Sounds
Two men boarded a plane side by side, the shorter with a wide beam across his face in a joking manner. "We did it Tran! We survived two months with the kiwi's!" His partner reciprocated the expression.
"It's a bloody miracle."
The loudspeaker squealed for a final time. "This is the final call for boarding Hall 6 for Melbourne, that is Hall 6 for Melbourne."
Several loungers were startled into a scurry for carry-ons, racing up behind the men. Flynn rubbed his chin slowly as they found their seats. "I need to shave."
"You're fine: five o'clock shadows are apparently in fashion right now." They surveyed the crowd of young businessmen around them, the statement proving to be true.
Flynn shrugged and sent a sly expression to the other man. "Well at least I can grow one."
"Shut up."
The overhead symbols lit up, and a pretty air hostess began her well-rehearsed safety demonstration. "Look, I'm knackered. See you in three hours."
"We don't have three hours, we have to change flight for Adelaide in Melbourne."
"Dammit. Wake me up when we're there then." A small smile flashed across Flynn's face as his husband closed his eyes and promptly went to sleep.
The brunette pulled out his earpods with a start. The plane lurched to the left, Trans head flopping into the aisle. Turbulence? That seemed a likely answer until they jolted once more and the smell of acrid burning filled the space. An urgent voice cried into the intercom, trying as best as they could to remain calm. "This is the captain speaking, brace yourselves immediately!"
Tran still hung sleeping in the corridor as panicked cries filled the space. "Tran. Tran, wake up! Wake the hell up! Bloody hell!" Flynn shook him until the man aroused from his drowsy state.
"Wa?"
"Something's wrong, somethings really wrong." The squinted eyes told Flynn all he needed to know that the other was not awake yet. "Just brace! We're going to fucking crash or something!"
Flynn braced himself for impact, eyes closed. He felt as if there was suddenly no left or right, up or down or coordinates of any kind. He felt absolutely weightless.
He frowned for a moment, his eyes opening for a fraction of a second. Bile rose in his throat. Where was Tran? A glance told him he was on the roof. The roof?
He wasn't aware of what was happening up until the nothing hit.
Nothing, Flynn found, is a very brief experience. In his emergence from the state(or lack of state as it be) he found himself experiencing the most marvelous free-fall, the wind pushing past him, tearing at any loose hair and clothing that could be found.
That was when he noticed his eyes were watering. And his jacket had just flown off. And as it so happened, the experience as a whole really, was most excruciatingly painful. Yet he couldn't even scream due to the force being exerted upon him.
I'm going to die. Flynn was surprisingly calm at this realisation. I did this just a minute ago. I can live through it a second time. He took a moment to pause and reflect on the irony of these words. I hope mum and dad are well. And Elena. I hope Tran is… not dead.
Beautiful lights of a like he had never before witnessed swirled in complicated patterns about him. Pretty. The natural wonders vanished, leaving a swift-approaching, thoroughly soaked orange landscape. Or at least that was what the landscape appeared as, for in moments a huge glittering purple mass obscured his view, and there was a very acute pain in his ribs. Flynn, understandably by now considering the impossible turn of events(combined with an absolute inability to obtain oxygen), blacked completely out.
A young man and his elder rode across the great plains. Near them in all her magnificence, a shining scaled beast of the most brilliant blue flew.
Eragon?
Yes Saphira?
Do you see what's in the sky?
What?
Look at the sky. Near the cloud that looks like a chicken It's as if a tiny man is falling from it.
Eragon shaded his eyes. What are you talking abou…wait, that black dot?
I think you are looking at the right thing. I'll investigate.
Be careful. Who knows, it might have something to do with the Ra'zac..
It is you who should be careful.
With a mighty flap the dragon ascended into the skies, the two beings ever drawing closer. The tiny man which she had seen was very peculiar. She had never seen such strange garments before. And his beard was more closely-shaven then Saphira thought possible.
Tentatively she reached her mind to him. All she sensed was an absolute confusion. His connection cut out just as she caught him in the cup of her shoulders, some dumb luck allowing him to miss all the spines. Eragon, I think you best tell Brom we have a guest.