Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Cycle or Christopher Paolini!

Author's Note: Do take note that this fanfic is mainly humour and is set after Brisingr. I haven't read the books in a while so I might be rusty on some parts, so if you could please tell me how I'm doing I would really appreciate it. Also, this is a Book IV style so expect to see things like AxE, MxN, SxT, the Rock of Souls, Vault of Kuthian, EDOG (eventual defeat of Galbatorix), etc. But this isn't your regular Book IV because the Author himself (Christopher Paolini) shows up after Brisingr as the summary states. So without further ado, I present you with the first chapter of my latest fanfic!

Chapter 1: Limbo

It was a blistery winter's evening. Christopher Paolini was wrapped in two sweaters, a thick pair of trousers, shoes, a scarf, and mittens. He was sitting on his arm chair in front of his computer screen, staring in the exact same spot as he had been for two or three years.

He was feeling anxious for it was November 11th, the promised release date for the long-awaited Book IV. Fans were raging mad as Random House had revealed to the press that there was an 'unexpected delay' which meant that Book IV would not come out when promised.

Why?

The simple truth was that Christopher had bumped into a massive Writer's Block.

Those things were far worse than the Shades in his story and were the most evil creatures in all of creation. He was stuck at writing the first chapter and was staring like a zombie at the curser which blinked annoyingly in front of the first two words of his story: Chapter One.

Oh he had such epic plans for the Grand Finale, but now they were washed down the drain before he even knew what hit him! Now he was useless, pathetic, and a waste of time. His editors and publisher were getting very frustrated and putting loads of pressure on him to finish the damn book already in their own terms.

They would fire him and show everyone the fraud he was if he couldn't finish the blasted thing, but words failed him. He had come up with multiple beginnings for a Book IV but none of them worked. They all ended dismally after the first few paragraphs or so. Not even his home-made tea could help fix the problem!

So it was that he had visited websites such as and in hopes of getting some ideas for a Book IV. While he had not looked into it before, his publisher had asked him if he was okay with fanfiction. Well, if it made the fans happy and fine with waiting another couple years or so for the next book then he was good with it. Now he almost wished he hadn't let them, since tons of people had written Book IV's and even Book V's. One crazy writer had even written a Book VI!

Of course, that ground to a halt partway and Christopher could only cackle evilly that they shared the same curse as he did. But now his fun was over as he realised he could not use those ideas without the fans realising he copied them. They would then sue him at court for being unoriginal and stealing their ideas. Some were really good though, which was a damn shame. Needless to say, he was surprised and a tad bit scared at how many included what became known as AxE.

In other words, it was a relationship between Eragon and Arya – his hero and Mrs. Tough Girl. He was also cringing in his seat at all the stories out there which had a love affair between Eragon and Saphira. His eyes bulged at the amount of graphic sex between them. It was unthinkable! He had really caused this predicament though, by making only two or three dragons left alive. How could Saphira get a mate if the dragon egg didn't hatch, not to mention it being in Galbatorix's clutches.

Now that he thought about it there were so many inconsistencies with his novels. It just didn't make sense! Why they became Best-Sellers he had no idea. But he tried to comfort himself with that thought, not to mention a movie being made out of them! Well, the movie was also crap and totally chopped up the book but it was a movie and that's saying something! Heaving a sigh, Christopher let his shoulders sag in resignation. He was getting nowhere with this blasted book and needed to take a break, a nice long holiday. But for starters, he decided he would take a nap. He turned off his computer and trudged to his bedroom where he flung himself down on his bed.

If only someone could help me finish this blasted series! He half-thought, half-prayed to whoever would listen.

With that thought in mind, he drifted off into a restless sleep.

X~X~X~X~X

Christopher had no idea how long he slept. It could have been hours, days, or weeks, months even! Whatever the case, he felt dazed and disoriented upon awakening to the sound of a vibrant hum much as he imagined Saphira humming. Naturally, his first thoughts were of shock and surprise.

"Saphira?" He gasped, jolting into a sitting position.

Blood rushed to his cheeks for when he opened his eyes, the azure dragon was nowhere in sight.

Get a hold of yourself, dim-wit! He chided himself harshly. Dragons do not exist. You invented Saphira after all.

"Oh, you're quite wrong about that!" A voice chuckled dryly.

Christopher yelped, startled, and lurched upwards. His heart pounded in his chest and his eyes darted about swiftly in an attempt to find out who said that. But all Christopher could see was a great black void. He was surrounded entirely by black, and it scared him.

Am I dead? He wondered. Did that Writer's Block make me go insane and cause me to commit suicide?

"Wrong again," The voice quipped with an evident smirk.

"Who are you?" Christopher squeaked, feeling suddenly small and unimportant. "Show yourself!"

It was only then that the young writer noticed a fine mist surrounding him. He also realised that his clothes were gone and he was stark naked! His glasses had vanished too and his bed had also disappeared.

"Damn you whoever's out there!" Christopher swore. "You'll pay for this!"

"Hmm, not so sure about that," The voice commented, completely unconcerned. "But you'll pay for this!"

So saying, Christopher heard someone flick his or her fingers and he yelped in surprise as a white robe trimmed in silver appeared on his body. An equally white hood was attached to it which covered his head like some medieval freak. Even more disheartening was the fact that a sword was strapped to his waist fastened onto a leather belt.

A pure white staff similar to that of Gandalf the White appeared at his feet and it radiated power. Eragon shook his shoes. Wait! He was wearing shoes? A glance at his feet informed him that he was wearing knee-high boots made of leather on the outside and soft fur on the inside. What in damnation was going on here? And where were his glasses?

"I'm afraid you won't be needing them anymore!" The voice said smugly.

Christopher bristled. "Stay out of my head and show yourself! Or are you too cowardly to do so?"

All of a sudden, the eerie silence that had prevailed most of the time was shattered by an ear-piercing, thunderous roar that shook the earth – or whatever the ground Christopher stood on was! Sweat beaded on his forehead and his hands trembled. For that roar was one of a dragon! As if on cue, a gigantic, silver-blue dragon immerged from the darkness making Christopher's skin crawl. Panic flared within him as the dragon glared daggers at him. It was obvious to the young writer that the dragon wanted nothing more than to rip him to shreds, but something prevented it.

"Saphira?" Christopher asked stupidly, his voice quivering in awe and fear.

Yes and no, The dragon growled sagely.

"What?" Christopher squeaked. "But that doesn't make sense! If you are Saphira, where's Eragon? After all, I invented you guys so I have a right to see him."

You have no rights for we were already created! The she-dragon roared.

Christopher winced. Woops, shouldn't have said that!

"Damn right!" Said that same aggravating voice.

Not knowing how he did so, Christopher spun around to the location of the voice unsheathing his sword in one fluid motion.

Where the heck did I learn that? He wondered in awe.

But all thoughts of swordplay vanished when he saw who had been speaking all the time: It was Brom.

But how could that be possible? Christopher Paolini himself had killed off Brom way back half-way through Book I. Brom had died a hero's death by saving Eragon and Saphira's life...

...Brom was dead!

~ To Be Continued ~

A/N: Well there you have it! Another wannabe Book IV is in the works. However, this is by no means your regular Book IV so even though I said typical stuff like AxE will take place – prepare to be surprised! If all goes well, the next chapter will be up shortly either today or tomorrow depending on how many reviews I get.

So stay tuned!