AN- I made this story up in my head donkeys' ago when I started reading brisingr it is set after eldest. I remembered it just recently so decided to write it. This means that some things that happen in this story will have happened in the books while others wont have (like the Varden having the last egg). I also haven't read any inheritance books since brisingr came out so if anyone out there is as pedantic I am please point out any mistakes I make. I will try to update every weekend and will warn when I cannot. Thank you please review. Also I don't own all recognizable characters or places.

Opals

She fell through a mirror.

Or maybe she was pulled through it was difficult to tell.

She remembered shock; she had been asleep, now she wasn't.

She remembered somebody, they held her shoulders, they were holding something.

She remembered screaming in pain.

She remembered people talking.

She remembered light.

She remembered darkness.

Sweet sweet darkness.

"Look I say we try to rouse her by slapping her" a voice rather harsh said. She kept her eyes closed.

"Why? Wont she be traumatized enough without you causing her more grief?" a worried sounding one said, standing close to her.

"She is young. She will believe to be dreaming, everyone knows that you cannot feel pain in dreams." The harsher voice replied. Footsteps came towards where she was lying.

"Nonsense" her throat felt, as though somebody had shoved a hot poker down it her voice was barley a whisper. "I dream pain all the time" it was true to, she had gotten used to it.

There were gasps of shock as she spoke the words had twisted on her tongue strangely, they sounded ancient and powerful. She stood up only for the blood to rush to her head making her vision blur and her ears buzz. She staggered grabbing hold of the nearest thing, hands help to steady her and as her vision cleared she almost fell again. She was holding, no clutching the arms of what must have been the best looking person a she had every seen. His face was smooth and angled, his skin beautifully pale and his strangely slanted eyes were enrapturing but the strangest of all his features were his long tapering ears. Hating herself as she felt a blush creeping along her features as she awkwardly let go of him acutely aware she was in her pyjamas. Each muscle felt stiff and sore as if it had cramped during her sleep.

"Where am I?" she positively loathed the way her voice sounded helpless and weak she was very headstrong person, stubborn and secluded was how people described her normally, it was unlike her to be weak and shy. For the first time she took stock of her surroundings, she was in a marble chamber standing in a circle off people; some off them were like the beautiful boy that she had fell on, others looked more human, behind her was a huge white sheet off what looked light polished marble, its surface seamed to ripple like a pool that had been disturbed and was now calming down for a moment she thought that she could see her bedroom faintly reflected off the rippling surface but it soon disappeared and she dismissed it as fancy.

A beautiful but defiantly human dark skinned woman walked forwards from out side the circle of people. She spoke slowly with a bizarre tang to her voice, her words were off some language Opal did not know, the woman's steps faltered slightly when Opal looked at her. She noticed the obvious confusion that met her words so she motioned towards the stunning youth beside her.

"You will most likely be disorientated for some time, I am Eragon, hello" he smiled. "I will explain what has happened to you when you have settled in." He said this in the same language I had spoken, the woman beside him gave him an impatient look, he noticed this and translated what she said.

'I am lady Nasuada leader of the Varden, welcome to Alagaesia, we hope you will be co-operative and do as we ask, you will be a great help to the Varden with your knowledge and magic, you will be taught what you need to know by Eragon" he waved in case she had forgotten that was him

Opal felt my usual attitude return and scowled. She did not like being told what to do and she hated being told what would happen to her as if she had no say in it even more…

"Lady Nasuada" she smiled a pure crystalline smile "do I have no say in the matter as to what happens to me? I have be pulled from my life without my consent, placed in a world I know nothing off and am being spoken to by people who for some reason-" she laughed in a fake high pitched giggle that made several people nearby wince. "Think that I'm going to go along with the plans that they have for me as act as if they should be liked and trusted by me but I know nothing off them and what they want from me and don't even know my name!" she glared at those around her, several people took a step back in fear at its intensity. Eragon was translating it rapidly but seemed to be stuck on a word, she put her diamond smile back on and faced Nasuada again "can you see how I might feel a little…. Irritated?"

The lady looked shocked at the way Opal had spoken to her and a little lost for words. The elf boy Eragon stepped forwards to save her from replying. Opal frowned; she had enjoyed seeing the self-righteous woman squirm.

"Well we might as well try to fix these problems, I will tell you as to why we have brought you here later when you have calmed down, maybe you can solve the more immediate problem as to what your name is" he smiled again oh-so-reassuringly, in her mind she winced as she automatically smiled back, she wasn't normally a sucker to a pretty face.

" My name is Opal Milcreast" she said as she studied his face carefully for a hint of laughter at it, she did not like the name.

"Very fitting, would you like to see your rooms?" he took her elbow and steered her to the door.

"Rooms?" she was genuinely perplexed now a small hint off panic coloured her voice. He smiled at her again and led her down a corridor.

"Where else will you sleep?" it seemed that he did not take her reaction seriously. She stopped in her tracks.

"Sleep? You mean i'm not going home? I have to go home! My parents will be worried! I can't stay!" she turned and started to run back the way they had come, in a blink of an eye he was in front of her.

" I cannot let you do that Opal. We need you I will explain when you have calmed down" he took hold of her shoulders and looked into her bizarre eyes, his expression solemn "please. Opal this is serious we are counting on you to help us. Will you?"

She broke his intense gaze, before glaring at him.

"I hate you for this," she sighed " whatever it is I'll do it" he smiled with true joy.

"Good come on the sooner you have got settled in the sooner I can tell what all this is about"

The corridors were light and airy made of more marble she felt as though they walking through a giant tooth. They turned down another passageway this one was lined with doors Eragon stopped in front of a heavy red wood door.

"This is where you can stay while you're here" he was talking but she did not hear him. The rooms where dark compared to the bright white corridors, decorated with red wood and dark green hangings and upholstery. There were lots of dragons.

"Um when I was sent to get you I grabbed some things from you room that you might have wanted." He held up the blue linen bag Opal recognized as the one she used when she went on holiday. In normal situations he would have been irritated at the thought of somebody going through her things but she appreciated this.

"Thanks" she smiled taking the bag. It was very heavy. He turned and walked to the door.

"I'll be back in a few hours to once you've settled down to answer your questions and ask a few of mine own, is that alright?"

"Yeah," she was rather distracted by the sumptuous rooms she was in. "hey Eragon?" he turned to answer.

"Yes?"

"Are you human?" to her surprise he grinned wryly.

"I am a Rider" he left not elaborating on that, confusing her even more and leaving her feeling irritated. She sighed walked to the bedroom. The bed was a huge four-poster straight out of the history books. She dumped her bag on it and proceeded to root through it smiling at how Eragon had packed almost exactly what she would have. Almost. There was her photo album and most of the things she kept on her bedside table. There was few clothes just plain black t-shirts, jeans and underwear, she blushed at the thought of him seeing these. What confused her though was that he had packed her crystal collection, she wouldn't have packed it because it didn't really mean that much to her. She sighed more confused than ever and got dressed.

Feeling slightly better now she was in decent clothes she looked around. The 'rooms' consisted of a bedroom and a lobby-cum- living space. There was a full-length mirror next to one of the huge shuttered windows. She walked up to it and glared at her reflection. A pale skinned girl glared back, she has long red hair- not ginger a proper dark bloody color-that falls to halfway down her back. She was slimish but by no means skinny, her favored dress was jeans and a black fitted top, her face is not that much (pale and pointy without freckles despite her hair colour), it was her eyes that make people stop in the street and stare. Her right eye was a deep emerald green while her left eye (my name sake) was an iridescent white, shot through with rainbows like an opal.

Over her shoulder she saw some thing that she had not seen before, it was a large green stone, a perfect oval about a foot long. When she went to have a closer she saw that there were dark blue veins threaded through it, it was so smooth. It matched the decorations perfectly. She stroked it absentmindedly thinking if what had happened in the past hour or so.

She had gone to sleep as usual setting her alarm for school and expecting nothing more interesting to happen than the upcoming science test. She was woken by pain pulsing through her body and bright lights only to black out. She thought of how her mum would react to finding her and a bag of clothes missing, she would think that she had run away or left her, she would be distraught…..

It was only when a teardrop fell onto the stone that she realized that she was crying. No she couldn't think of her mother right now, these maters were out of her hands, but still… she was startled out of her reverie by a small vibration running through her hand. She stared down at the stone thinking she had imagined it when another vibration took it making a small hairline crack through it.

"Eragon?!" she called backing away, fear at what was going on making her voice higher than normal. Another shudder rocked the… the thing. A small scaly leg forced its way through the shell. "ERAGON! GET HERE NOW! ERAGON!!"

AN – Wow that took forever! I had originally written it from Opals point of view and I had to change everything phew. Anyway I will try to update this every Thursday or Wednesday. Thank you for reading! Please review!