"Mariah. Mariah!" Alexa Velden shook her best friend, Mariah Luen, who had fallen asleep in their science class.

"I DIDN'T DO IT, POTATO, I SWEAR!" Mariah jumped up and screamed, drawing strange looks from their classmates, and an approving laugh from their science teacher, Mr. Miller.

"We're sure you didn't, Mariah. Now back to photosynthesis…" He turned back to the board, and with his expo marker of doom, wrote more notes about the complicated-ness of science.

"Mariah… Should we go now?" Alexa whispered, avoiding the looks of the cow in the next row.

Mariah glanced at her watch "Three… Two… One!" The bell for class rang, and it was officially lunch. The two companions flew out the door (well, not literally) and headed for the library. Alexa grabbed a book off the shelf labeled "RESERVED."

"Face, I believe this is our prime moment," Alexa stated. Face was one of Mariah's nicknames, Hair was Alexa's.

"Chyeah! Got your bag?" Mariah eyed the large purse Alexa normally carried, labeled "Born to Dream." Their next adventure would prove that to be true.

"Yep. Ipod, Cool-Looking-Heirloom-Spellbook, and a camera. Alagaesia, here we come!" Alexa ran down the aisles and back, just for the hell of it.

"Let's go then!" Mariah grabbed the Spellbook and pointed to a specific incantation. "There."

"Eragon!" Alexa clutched the book to her heart, "Ele Cantressa Fantiso." Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light. The last thing everyone in the library heard was Mariah yelling "Alexa, what the hell was that?"

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"Roran?" Eragon walked outside of Surda's capital, Aberon, unable to find his cousin. It'd been all day, and he was beginning to wonder… All of the sudden, he heard two voices in the distance.

"Give me back my shoes! I told you not to wear heels!" A high female voice rang out.

"No! And besides, the spell backfired anyway, we were supposed to go to Hogwarts! You totally grabbed the wrong book!" Another voice answered, again feminine.

"Well, it's not my fault I was the only one who foresaw the whole matchmaking fiasco, which STILL HAPPENED in Gil'ead." The first voice yelled. Two figures were visible at least ten yards away, and it was a wonder Eragon could hear them so quickly. He went forward a bit, and saw the strange-looking girls squabbling over something completely different from what he'd heard.

"Halt!" He yelled, as they grew near ten feet away.

"Halt? Are you Japanese or something?" The high voice asked. Obviously, from the sigh of the latter, the brown-haired girl wasn't the brightest of the duo.

"It means stop, Hair. Seriously. Anyway…" Mariah's eyes widened. It was Eragon, and he was much hotter than she had imagined! "Will you marry me?" She blurted, causing herself to blush furiously. Damn emotions!

"Er, I'd prefer not to." Eragon gave them a strange look. "Who ARE you? Where did you come from anyway?"

"Well, that's a bit of a story, that one… But, er, I'm Sapphire." Mariah said, preferring to use her soul sister name.

"Emerald." Alexa replied. The name didn't exactly fit, as she had brown eyes, and there wasn't a trace of green in her clothes, but that wasn't supposed to be the point.

"Where are you from then?" Eragon asked, slightly annoyed.

"Anchorage, Alaska. We got sent here because of Al- Emerald's Spellbook thingy that got cast on a book, lo and behold, we're here." Said a chirpy Sapphire, happy to be somewhere that when you spat, it didn't freeze.

"An-? Wait here." Eragon said, and ran back towards the city. He didn't want to bring the girls into the city, for they'd attract too much attention with their clothing. Emerald had been in a fiery orange top with cut off jeans, and Sapphire was in a bright green T-Shirt that said "In Tennis, Love Means Zero." With regular jeans on.

Emerald sat down, pulled out her Ipod and began jamming with Mariah to My Chemical Romance songs, which became scary as Eragon got back. They had been dancing, scarily, as Emerald couldn't dance to save her life, and neither could Sapphire.

"Er, come this way." He led them into the city, attracting many strange looks.