A/N: This is my first fan-fiction, please leave a review so I can hopefully improve and make more content. Shout out to my friend and beta, Screamstriker, for reading this and giving her valued opinion. This was actually based off a little competition that us two did, so go over to her profile and check out her version of the story, which is called Reborn: From the Rush of the Wind. Link is s/11522123/1/Reborn-From-the-Rush-of-the-Wind Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

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"Hey, do you mind?" I called out to the figure that had just brushed by my shoulder, pushing me aside onto a brick wall as he ran across the corridor. Feeling a zipper in my bag pull open, I quickly snapped around to see a smaller, chuckling figure look at me, beside the taller one who I encountered earlier. I, after some consideration, left the two to their own devices - after all, I was the smallest kid in the grade. Combine that with the fact that I was in high school, and I had just made myself a sitting duck for small jokes and pranks. Walking down the corridor, I saw one of my friends ahead - ironically, the tallest person in the grade.

"Andy! Hey! What class do we have sixth period, again?" Nearly straining my neck in the process, I looked up at his massive figure. He, for a reason that no-one will ever discover, was somehow the size of a nearly full grown adult, despite him only being a junior. I, on the other hand, was stuck as his personal armrest (yes, I was that small) until I grew.

"Hey, Ethan! Math. Also, your zipper is open, and I'm pretty sure you were meant to have books in your bag." He promptly answered, hinting that the two earlier idiots had also stolen my books.

They can't do a single thing in class if their life depended on it, yet, they have the best sleight-of-hand in the school, as well as the sharpest wit. If you wanted something done (or something that you didn't want done) that didn't involve academics, they were your go-to people.

I instantly knew without a doubt that they would be nigh impossible to find – it was a fact of life in this school. They were always lurking around - playing jokes and generally screwing around, and even sometimes wagging class.

"Take my bag for me to math class and tell the teacher why I'm late, will you? Please?" I asked Andy, who looked at me with a slightly questioning expression, before nodding, a smile on his face. "Don't worry, there's nothing in it now - it shouldn't be a problem for you to carry." Smiling with my usual sense of slightly dark humor, I groaned slightly, before I began to run off around the school, chasing the trouble-makers down.

"Patrick. Eric. My books." Finally seeing the two hanging around on the benches beside the canteen, I looked at them with as serious a face as I could muster. Jerks, I thought as I saw the two lounging around. Eric, the taller one of the two, pulled a face, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. Laughing sarcastically, I stared at them for a while, before Patrick finally pulled out my books. Handing me my math book first, then the rest, he stopped as he saw the blue dragon illustrated on the last book.

"Here you go, Ethan. Ooh, a reading book. Eragon. Who even reads, anyways?" Patrick taunted, looking at the cover.

"Hey, hand it over. No touchy touchy." I retorted, speaking in a voice that mothers normally used with toddlers. Reaching over for the book, I grabbed it out of his hand before stuffing the other books in my bag and running. Normally I wouldn't run to Math class, even though I was late, but with those two assholes behind me, I wasn't taking any chances.

"Andy told me everything. Please sit down – I will talk to those two idiots later." The class suddenly began to buzz, and, strangely, started to applaud the teacher's use of the word 'idiot'. Mouthing the words 'Thank you' to Andy, I quickly sat down and took out my copy of Eragon, hiding it behind my pencil case, and started to read.

Now, it's not because I slack off that I read in Math class – rather the fact that my teacher's monotonous lectures rarely covered a new topic, and never in detail. Due to this, almost all of the class, save for a few stuck-up teacher's pets, got out their phones or books and entertained themselves for the period. Despite this obvious sign of rebellion, however, the teacher frankly didn't care – it was an amazing co-existence of students and teacher.

This should go in National Geographic...

Continuing to daydream and read, I heard the bell go, signaling the end of class and school for the day. Packing everything up except for Eragon, which I kept in my hand, I got up and made my way towards the bus bay, where I was greeted by numerous green numbers that identified the buses.

775, 751, m54... Ah. 712. There it is.

Seeing a new bus pull up in the bay and open its doors, I promptly hopped on and settled down near the back, getting out my book. Continuing to read, I saw something in the corner of the page as I turned it over. A five-star, Picasso-worthy turd, hand-drawn by yours truly. Jerks, I thought for the (insert random number here, I stopped counting) time, my OCD kicking in. If it was well drawn, I wouldn't even have too much of a problem. But they HAD to draw it with non-parallel lines. They HAD to draw it on an angle. Heck, it doesn't even look like a turd!

Continuing to mentally lament the existence of the scribble, which was unfortunately in pen, I surveyed the following pages for graffiti. By this point I wasn't bothering to reread the book, too distracted to do so. Seeing another, almost identical turd in another corner of another page, I swore. I saw even more scribbles, flipping through the rest of the book. How much time do those two idiots even have on their hands?

However, seeing words disappear from the next few pages, I knew at once there was something more serious at work here – more serious than feces and turds. Who the hell did this? I asked myself, seeing the pages missing more words the further I went through the book. Finally, it got to a point where the only thing left on the page was the old parchment itself. Curiously flipping through even more of the book, I could see new words forming on the pages. Suddenly the pages were filled with them. I instantly recognized a few iconic words on the page – this script wasn't English, it was the ancient language from the book!

But how..? I asked myself, when, as I read the words out loud, I saw the pages fill up with a faint light. At the same time, I started to feel light-headed and dizzy. Continuing to read, the light became brighter. My vision started to fade. Finally, I passed out; my body slumped against the side of the bus window.

Where the hell am I?

Noticing I wasn't in either school, the bus or at home, I got up and surveyed where I was. I was met with sleek, black walls, with decoration lining the small, enclosed room. Just a small statue here, a candle with blue flame there…

Wait, BLUE FLAME? This isn't right…

Looking at the object in question, it felt so real... Yet I could not help but feel that this was all a figment of my imagination.

This doesn't exist... This can't be true.

One quick pinch and five seconds of agony later, my doubts were all but gone. Seeing a door, which had a window, I jumped and peered out. Unfortunately, I didn't see too much – just a corridor. To my surprise, the door was unlocked – it came open with a satisfying click as it creaked open.

Running through, I decided to make a break for it – after all, whoever moved me here must have a reason to, and that person wouldn't just kill me after all their troubles. Either that or I was dreaming. Dream or no dream, I still decided to make the most of it.

Looking through the first pathway, I saw an empty room. Cautiously making my way through, I realized that there was no-one in at least the room, despite the fact that it looked like someone was recently here – yet I could not see or hear any sign of life, including me – my friends always told me I had no life. This, I whole-heartedly embraced. I was, after all, nothing more than a bookworm, with little regard for the social ladder.

Starting to jog, then run, I came to the realization that there was no-one in this massive place. Seriously, how large IS this place? I've been running for about ten minutes now, and there's no way out, no sign of life, nothing! The more I ran, the more I came to the conclusion that I was probably in Alagaesia, which meant… This had to do with the book – I remember it glowing before I fainted. And if I am in Alagaesia, I know for a fact that there's only one person in this world that either has a castle as big as this one, or can conjure up an image of one so big. Shuddering at the thought, a wave of relief overcame me as I saw a door out, which I gratefully ran towards and went through.

Never knew that this place had a back door. Looks like I got lucky, I guess. Running through a small corridor, I went out the other end to be greeted by open meadows and a forest. Behind me, a courtyard which led to what looked like the rest of the castle. I figured that, since it was night, there was nothing more I could really do – just ponder over what had happened. Resting against a particularly comfortable patch of grass, I slept, millions of questions flying through my head.

Woken up by a searing pain through my whole body, I quickly got up, crying out in pain to the rising sun above. What the hell is…? AH!

Seeing light blue sigils and what I thought to be words from the ancient language inscribed on my skin, I realized that whoever this must have took me here for a reason – as some sort of test, or something like that.

The pain rising and gradually getting stronger, I could feel my skin beginning to crack from all the pain. Surprisingly, I examined my forearm to see it turning a dark blue around the glowing sigils, and growing... scales? Looking in disbelief as a new surge of pain flooded my whole body, I saw the dark blue continuing to spread along the whole of my body and face.

Getting on all fours, tears rained down on the grass below me as my spine and ribs painfully readjusted its shape to that of a quadruped animal. Ripping off my clothes, I looked at my bare chest, which was now fully clad in shining dark blue scales. Crying again, I felt a massive pressure push against my spine, before I felt something rip out of the end of my body – a tail.

Looking over, I saw that my new tail, which was currently moving around uncontrollably, looked to have a single spike at the end of it, with its entirety covered in the same blue scales that was now all over my body. Too weak now to even push myself off the ground, I fell as my face slammed against the ground, just as I felt my skull readjusting – new horns growing on either side of the back of my skull, my nose and mouth extending outwards and fusing together to create a new snout with sharpened teeth.

By now, everything was just a blur of pain as I felt the last of my transformation take place. My spine, once again, began to grow, this time to lengthen my neck to the proportions of a dragon. My fingers and toes, which by now had very sharpened nails, began to painfully and unceremoniously shift and fuse together to create proper claws, which looked to be as sharp as a dagger. To add to this, I felt myself growing in size from my old, miniature self into a large, horse-sized dragon.

It seemed to be over.

What the hell...

Looking back using my new, elongated neck; I turned around to examine what I had become. Seeing my new claws, tail and scales, I almost fainted, both out of shock and exhaustion. Both dark and light blue covered my whole body, with any sign of my old, human body gone.

Am I a... surely not? Who the hell would do this to me? I get taken out of my world, get dumped in this one without so much as a greeting, and now I'm a dragon. This is obviously not a dream – it's too detailed and 'realistic', but... Shouldn't a dragon have…?

My thoughts were quickly cut off by a sharp ripping in my back, revealing two membranous, bloody wings. Speechless, I turned around with numerous new cramps in my neck to see what was going on. After a while, I finally fainted for the second time as I saw my new body as a whole, both out of shock and exhaustion, with only one thought in my head as I was plunged into darkness once more.

Why?

A/N: So there you have it – my first attempt at creating a decent and unique Eragon fanfiction. Please let me know how I did, and if you liked it, please leave a review with improvements and/or encouragement for me to continue this series. Thanks for reading, and see you in the next chapter!