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Chapter One 1775

Eragon was sitting around his campfire when he got a letter from a pixie. The letter said that Arya had been captured by a motor cycle gang. He flew of with Saphira and tracked the motor cycle gang to an abandoned computer lab.

When Saphira landed they heard Arya's cry. Eragon burst through the door and saw that Arya was not crying she was laughing with her captors.

She said to Eragon "These are my friends that I knew in Ellesmera. They built a time machine that blasted them into the future. They have been gone for ten years. Their names are Morphon, Nofe, and Oaf.They came back to visit me and brought some news of the future with them."

Eragon still had a clueless look on his face and said, "You're joking!" They shook their heads.

"Where there dragons?"

"No,"Oaf said while trying to position a tri-cornered hat on his pointy ears. "A man named George Washington wiped them all out with his minutemen."

Eragon asked, "What the heck are mi..nut..e.. m..en?"

"Oh!" said Nofe. "As far as we have been able to make out, minute men are men that have to get up, take a shower, and kiss their wives goodbye in a minutes notice."

"OH!" A look of understanding dawned upon Eragon's face. "Tell me more about the future."

"Well, the houses are made of straw. A man that they call the town crier runs through the streets screaming gossip and handing out little pieces of paper that they call lewspapers. Soldiers run around in little red and blue coats carrying big sticks with a hole in the front."

"That's strange," said Eragon. "Do the people use magic?"

"That brings up the strangest thing of all!" Nofe said. "Anyone who is accused of using magic is taken to the place that they call, 'The BIG house'. Then, they are hung from a long rope with a loop in it. If they really could use magic, they would have gotten themselves out. Sadly, they're all fakes."

"Well, we must go,"said Morphon. "We off to see a man named Christopher Columbus. Who knows who he is?"

A big flash of light later, Morphon, Nofe, and Oaf were gone off to the fifteenth century.

All Eragon could say was, "Wow!"

R and R please!