I do not own this. I do not even know why anyone would WANT to own the Inheritance Cycle.
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Author's note: No offense intended to all those of you who have written book 4 fics, but I need to vent on this. "The author" as referenced in the story, is not, in fact, me. It's a generic fanfiction writer, one of the many whom I am parodying.
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Eragon sits on the wall of Feinster, ignoring the fact that the Varden have probably left there by now, and that he is in plain sight of enemy assassins. Saphira somehow managed to fit on the wall, too, even though she is incredibly huge and would rather spend time hunting, or practicing her flying, or even eating the author for mixing tenses.
Why do we have to kill all these people, Saphira? I know I already asked that question, and had it answered, but I'm just going to whine about it anyway.
I somehow find killing perfectly fine, but I'm just going to ignore that, because I have somehow decided to fall in love with you! I know we're different species, and as such that's not an option, but the author for some absurd reason thinks that we could, and has no self-restraint, and has shoved that opinion down everyone's minds.
Ah, Saphira, I wish I could, but I'm in love with... MURTAGH! Same exact reason.
They started off to go fight, even though there is no way there will be any action in the first hundred pages or so.
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Author's note: I do not mean to insult anyone, really, but do I need to vent now and then. You may flame me, if you wish, but one of my criterion for flamers is that they have written at least one Inheritance Cycle fic, and another is that they actually make sense.
