Alagaesia's New Dragon
By Commentaholic
A/N: I don't know what brought this on other than my re-reading of Eragon (Reading the book, not the movie, thank you very much!). Also, a rather intense rant to my friends about how much they butchered the book when they made the movie might have had something to do with this. Well… Here I am, branching out from the comfort zone of Oblivion. I decided about 5 minutes ago that it would be rather interesting if this happened.
First, you should know a few things about me…
My friends call me a Commentary because I supposedly "talk too much" (-scoffs-) From this title, I derived the name Commentaholic, which I use pretty much anywhere I can (examples: HERE, of course; Xboxlive, where I am Commentaholic1, if anyone's interested in linking up. I'm always up for linking with fans.) I am also a rather fierce fan and defender of the Inheritance Cycle. Surprisingly, despite my fierce fandom, I didn't turn my gaze to the Inheritance Cycle section of this site until about a month ago. I have read the collective series of the books so far about 8 times per book (if that makes me a bookworm, so be it!), and I simply love it for the elegance that a young author (Christopher Paolini), like most of us young authors, can put out! True, I most enjoy the stories that end up with Eragon as a dragon and some people think that's weird, but I WILL NOT BE DETERRED!
Anyway…. I think that it's time I got started, as I have probably bored you with my rambling…dear god, I am a Commentary…
Disclaimer: The Inheritance Cycle is owned by the awesome author known as Christopher Paolini, despite how much I wish I was like him. The main character, an OC, will be my alter ego, but will probably be very much like I am in real life. If nothing else, this story will at least let you get to know me better! My alter ego will be me, and will be as accurate to my persona as I can be. Cameo characters will most likely be based on my real life friends. And yes, I do have friends! I'll be changing my name to make the OC a bit more believable once his adventure gets started.
*Updated A/N:* It seems to me that less than 50% of readers get past the first chapter. I am assuming that this is caused by the fact that I don't jump straight into the whole "end up in the world of the book" thing. For those of you reading this, considering leaving due to the majority of this chapter... Please, bear with me. A lot of people think that it's worth it to give the following chapters a shot, if hits and reviews are anything to draw a conclusion from.
Read and Review! Let me know what you think! I should stop talking now and get on with it!
Prologue: Wait, what just happened?
"Oof!" I grunted as I got bumped to the side by a tall figure, almost dropping my copy of Eragon while my backpack containing my copies of the other two books of the series slipped off my shoulder to the ground, I yelled at the tall guy indignantly, "Hey, watch it!"
"Sorry Brand, I didn't see you there," Nick said as he picked up my backpack and handed it to me. The subtle cut about my height was expected. After all, being the shortest kid in my class, despite being the oldest as well, had its drawbacks. I'd been picked on for years, both for being short and being what some might call "the class nerd". This treatment had faded as I progressed through high school, and had pretty much disappeared as I began my senior year, but the occasional jab at my size was expected now and then. I had long since learned to ignore it, standing up for myself whenever something happened to belittle me (ha ha).
Nick spoke again as I retrieved my heavy backpack from his grasp, "Man, Brand, what do you have in there, bricks?"
"Nah, just the books of the Inheritance Cycle," I answered. He gave me a blank look. "The Eragon series," I said, as if explaining to a little child, which was the only way to get through to him when he had his daily "brain lapses".
"Oh right, I forgot. That was a cool movie!" Nick said, breaking into his classic 'I feel stupid' grin.
"NO!" I yelled, "THEY BUTCHERED IT! I'll tell you WHY it SUCKED! One: FEATHERS ON SAPHIRA! Two: THEY SKIPPED 2 MONTHS OF STORY PLOT! THREE: THEY…"
"Calm down Brand, you're making a scene." Nick said, raising his hands in a calming gesture. Sure enough, several groups of people had stopped to watch my rant. Now that I'd been stopped, they moved about their own business. Peter, Jaymes, and Anthony ("Stoker") walked up to Nick and I.
Peter was chuckling, "Man, Brand, you really went crazy for a second there!" This was quite the remark, coming from the senior "most likely to get away with murder" and a close second in the category of "most likely to pull a prank on you". He was also very, very weird. Stoker nodded, his red-tinted, prescription sunglasses flashing in the midday sun.
Jaymes was a bit more understanding. "It's okay Brand, most of us just lose it now and then….TV IS GOODER THAN BOOKS!" he finished, yelling the last part. Did I mention that Jaymes and Peter were also neck-and-neck in the "who's crazier?" race.
Mr. Russell and his magnificent beard walked by, wearing, as always in his Cincinnati Bengals jacket. We watched him go by.
"He could curb-stomp a bear off a building and the ASPCA wouldn't give a crap…" I said, in awe of his amazing facial hair. Mr. Russell just had an amazing beard; and, coupled with his deep, gravelly voice, he was one of the most intimidating, awesome teachers in school.
After lunch, if you could call it that, since I never ate during that time, we all separated and went to our seventh-period classes. Me and Dave "Hudson" Hudson went to yearbook, where I quickly checked my email on the computer before class started.
"Dang, nobody reviewed on my latest chapter of The Fall of Lord Kelvyn!" I said angrily.
"Well, your email says that two people did this morning…" Hudson said to me, watching my screen because he was too bored to do anything on his own before class started. Then he would be forced to do something.
"I mean…no reviews since this morning, Hudson." I said in a condescending voice. He looked at me strangely. Like I'd told him during lunch, ever since joining , I had gotten somewhat addicted to checking my email for review alerts. It had gotten so bad that I could be found checking my email five times before breakfast, seven times throughout the school day, and at least a dozen times before I went to sleep each night. Sad, I know, but it's true.
Mr. McDaniel walked back towards us as the bell rang to start the class. I passed it like I usually did: creating formats in which to put pictures once we got any for the freshmen pages. All the while, I was sneaking my usual peeks into my Gmail account for review emails, like I usually did.
The day ended with an intense battle during eighth period between Jenna, Joseph and Mr. Blevins as to why nobody liked Jenna. Of course, she insisted that several people, who all disliked her annoying attitude, liked her very much…which they denied immediately. The discussion ended with Jenna breaking down in tears, as it usually did, and finally being quiet, refusing to talk to anyone. It was a blessed time of silence, if only for the five minutes left in class. Jenna almost ran past me as she left the room. Jenna always seemed to hate me, even though I'd never done anything to her. The ability to drive her off came in handy sometimes when she was bugging my friends...I called it Jennacide.
I hefted my copy of Eragon, along with my tome-carrying backpack, and headed out the door when the bell rang. I took the bus as I usually did, and got dropped off at the school's elementary campus. Maybe I should explain again, the elementary campus handled grades Kindergarten through fifth grade, while the high school campus (MS/HS, as they like to call it) handles sixth through twelfth. I plugged my iPod's earbuds into my ears, listening to the audio-book of Eragon, with Eldest's audio-book next on the playlist and hopped off the bus with the rest of the students. I turned left and proceeded out of the parking lot and began the two-mile long walk home.
I decided to stop by the library on my way home. I was walking down the street towards the library, just off the main street when all of a sudden, my iPod began acting weird. The voice of the narrator began speaking words that I knew, FOR A FACT, were not in the book. They sounded like blurred versions of words in the ancient language. I caught part of one word: Skulblaka, and then another: Moi. Then everything around me blurred, becoming a muddle of colors, the CHP building to my left pitched and tilted as I fell to the ground, my entire body on feeling as though it was on fire. Everything went black.
When I awoke, I felt sore everywhere and my eyes felt like they were being held down by boulders. I felt a nudge on my right side and rolled away from it as the touch prompted a new wave of pain to course through my body. I heard voices a few feet away, but I couldn't understand them in my confused state of mind. I managed to catch a few phrases that sounded familiar. They were from the Eragon book! My iPod must've managed not to break when I fell. I managed to force my eyes open, only to find a large blue shape that obstructed my vision. The surface of the obstruction was marked with patterned ovals that gleamed by the light of some unseen light source, presumably a fire. A fire, I thought, who lights a fire in the middle of a sidewalk? I then realized that I wasn't lying on pavement as I had expected, but what felt like a patch of grass.
The blue object blocking my vision moved, and I felt another jab in my side. I raised my head, which felt heavier for some reason, to look at who was poking me. All I saw was more blue surfaces. I looked higher to see an angular head looking down at me, a glint of white fangs peeking through its scaly lips.
Fangs? Scales?
I tried to scramble to my feet, but for some reason, I couldn't get my arms and legs to cooperate. My attempts to rise merely resulted in me wallowing around on the ground in panic.
I think he's awake, Eragon, a female voice spoke with what could have been a gravelly undertone. It was a second before I realized that I had heard it in my mind, and not out loud.
A boy's voice entered my mind as well, He is? Good, now we can get some answers, Saphira.
Wait a minute… Eragon? Saphira?
I whipped my head up to see a boy, probably not much older than I was, standing next to a big, sapphire-colored dragon that could only be Saphira from the book.
What's going on here? I thought with a massive amount of confusion.
That's exactly what we hoped you could tell us, said Saphira's voice, we were under the impression that I was the last free dragon!
Dragon? What were they talking about?
I craned my head downwards to look at myself, and saw a pair of gold-scaled claws that ended in wicked talons. I turned my head sideways to look at my body to see a large dragon body covered in shimmering golden scales. The tail on what I guessed was now my body was waving back and forth for some reason, the sharp, bronze-colored spikes on the end whistling through the air. Similar bronze spikes adorned my body's back in regular intervals, continuing up the back of my neck, leaving my peripheral vision. I looked back at Eragon and Saphira, my gold eyes taking in their appearance, their colors skewed by my altered vision.
What the hell is going on here? I asked in a quivering mental voice.
A/N: So…how'd I do? I know this is definitely outside my usual zone of expertise, but I simply love the series, and would like to make something of a contribution to the IC section of the site.
I hope I get some feedback from this! I am accepting character ideas just in case anything comes out of a relationship with Saphira…despite my feelings about how I suck at romance. But then again… Dragon romance is a lot simpler… Don't give me that look! I'm not some sort of sicko, I just enjoy a good story!
Just hit that little button down there marked: "Review"! C'mon, I know you're out there, I can count how many hits I receive, then see how many reviews I get. The number is often drastically different… so…. Give me some help here, and tell me if I should continue! JUST. HIT. THAT. BUTTON.
It's right here!
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