Guardians of Atlantis and Eragon Crossover
Chapter 1.1
Where am I? Who am I?
I slowly open my eyes and sit up. I'm in some kind of forest. As I look around, I see enormous trees at least sixteen feet high! I reach up and steady myself by using a nearby tree as a stand to get to my feet. In the distance I see at least a couple dozen deer.
Good meat, I think as I lick my lips.
Suddenly the air crackles with energy as some kind of stone appears close to where I am on the forest floor. I walk over, seeing as the grass was burned to a crisp, using the trees nearby to steady myself. It is a large sapphire blue stone. As I look at it in curiosity, I realize that it couldn't be just a stone, it was far too big. My gaze turns to see another person, a boy by about the age of fifteen. I eagerly step aside as he looks at the stone.
This must be meant for him, I think to myself.
Finally, he picks the stone up and puts it in a bag. As he walks off, I follow him, curious to see where he is going. He leads me to a small town and I follow him until he enters a butcher shop. There I stop. Something doesn't feel right. Within a few minutes, two more people enter. Finally, the boy comes out clutching a large piece of meat. He puts the meat in the pack and moves the stone to the top of the bag. After that, he starts to walk again and I follow. Finally, we arrive at a little house. Before he enters the house, he turns to see me standing there. I must have shocked him, for he jumps back at the sight of me.
"Sorry if I scared you," I say.
He walks over to a wood pile and picks up a small log and points it at me.
"Why did you follow me?" He growls.
"I was curious to see what you would do with the egg . . . uh I mean stone you found," I reply.
"I see," He replies.
With that he lowers the log back onto the pile.
"Forgive me for that. My name is Eragon."
Eragon . . . that name sounds familiar somehow, I think as I looked at him.
"What would your name be?" Eragon asks.
"I don't remember," I say sadly as I lower my head.
Eragon seems surprised by my reply.
"I remember nothing of whom I was or where I came from. Only that I arrived here and met up with you," I continue.
"I see . . . Well you could always stay with me if you don't mind sleeping on the floor," Eragon says as we walk inside.
We eat the meat that Eragon got from the butcher for supper and I am introduced to Roran, Eragon's cousin, and Garrow, Eragon's uncle. Later that night Eragon and Roran spar. As I watch them, I feel like this is all familiar to me somehow, but why? Finally Roran gets tired and asks if I want to join in on the fun, throwing me his stick. I catch the stick with one hand and get up off the floor and walk over to where Eragon is. Eragon and I exchange blows of random difficulty. Finally I find a weak spot in his defense and go after it. He tries to block it but instead his stick goes flying into the air and out of his hands. I watch him as he searches for it. Without any warning Eragon's stick, the one that had been laying on the floor just a few seconds ago, flies into my hand. I step back, scared slightly, as I look at the stick laying in my hand. Finally Eragon walks back to the center of the room and I toss him the stick.
"Thanks," He says and we start to spar again.
We spar twice more and again I win. As night falls, we all tuck into bed, tired.