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Hey Guys, welcome to my new story! As you most likely know by now, this is a crossover between Maximum Ride and the Inheritance Cycle. The other characters from both series will come into it later. SO far, the only characters we have seen from either of them are Murtagh and Jeb (the first white coat.) So uh, I just thought I should inform you of this, seeing as I forgot to add it into the story, but this prologue is set about fifteen to twenty years before Angel Experiment begins, and just after Eldest ends, though there are some bits from the later books in this. Hope you enjoy reading it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing, except for the sub plot line.
Confused, that's what Murtagh felt.
Well, amongst sadness and just an inkling of fear. Not for himself, no, but for Thorn. What would Galbatorix do to his dragon when he returned to Uru' Baen without him? He was also cold, sitting in his overly small cage, pressed against the cold metal bars. He could snap them in half with magic easily, but he was intrigued. What had happened? What was that swirling ball of green energy that had enveloped him as he had been hunting? It wasn't any magic that he knew, and he wasn't exactly a novice when it came to that department. Cramped as he was, he was still glad that he wasn't trapped inside Galbatorix's castle.
From his position in the cage he could see that the walls of the room were pure white, along with the floors and any surface that wasn't made of sterile looking metal. Around the room he could see other humans trapped in the tiny cages as well, if you could call them humans. Many of them were deformed in some way, others beautiful, but not what many would call 'normal'. There were a few who he could tell were on the brink of the abyss, mostly because their internal organs were now external organs. The beautiful ones, however, were the ones who looked the most alive. One girl, he saw, was covered in feathers. Like, covered. He could barely see her eyes. They weren't those of a ravens, no, but perfectly human, except for the fact that the iris as well as the pupil was midnight black.
Another boy had scales running down his arms, legs and chest, climbing up his neck even, but they stopped at his ankles, wrists and about midway up his neck, like a suit of armour, and what looked to be gills on the side of his neck. Silently, he wandered what their names were, but he resolved to stay silent until he could get some answers.
Suddenly, the doors on the right of him opened, and he had to crane his neck, his cheek pressed against the bars of his cage to see what was happening. Four men in identical crisp black pants, plain white shirts and even plainer, long white coats. The man in front was roughly twenty-five summers old and had short cropped blonde hair and intelligent blue eyes seemingly made larger by what looked to be two glass lenses cut into an oblong shape and held to his face by a metal frame. Two of the other men were nearly identical, both older than the first man, and had jet-black hair shaved rather short. They both had almond shaped eyes, the irises both chestnut coloured, and bore a certain sharpness, the same sharpness he had often seen in Galbatorix's eyes. Their skin was pale, like that of the late traitorous Twins. He would definitely need to watch these two, he decided. The fourth man had chin length, coppery coloured hair, tanned skin and eyes the colour of jade held up to the sunlight. He had a warm smile on his face, while the other two were glaring at him. The first man, however, wore a grimace, he studied him with his eyes gently before he opened the bolts on my cage and let the two threatening looking men drag him from the cage. He struggled fiercely, managing to release his arm from one of the henchmen, but the other immediately dug something sharp into his upper arm. Murtagh didn't even yelp in pain as the shock of it passed through his system, he had been tortured by Galbatorix enough times to know not to scream when someone's hurting you. Turning his head to look at the weapon the man was using, he realised that there was no weapon, the man had long, sharp claws. Glancing up at his face he saw that the once handsome face had transformed into that of a wolf's, his arms had grown hairier, as had his arms. A quick look at the other man had showed him the same.
What is this place?