A/N This is my very first story, so please tell me how to make it better. Flame if you want, I don't care.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon or Harry Potter.
Chapter 1
"Hey Rose, what do you want to do today?" I said.
"Maybe we can go to your house and get some of our homework done. I think we should do that first, then we could go to do something a little more fun than sitting at a table doing absolutely nothing."
All in all, a good start to a Tuesday afternoon. It's sort of routine by now. We go to each other's houses to do homework, than do something fun.
Once we got to my house, we got right to our homework, a sure sign that today was going to be no ordinary day. Usually we say, we're going to do our homework, but put it off as long as possible.
"We're almost finished, why don't we do something else for a bit? Maybe we could watch a movie or something."
"Good idea, Rose. I'm bored half to death anyways, and it would be nice to take a little break."
So we settled down and decided to watch Eragon. It was always fun to yell at all the mistakes they made.
About halfway through the movie, when we were yelling at how wrong Saphira's voice sounds, I decided to get out the book and see if I could find any descriptions of her voice. When I opened it, I just happened to look at the very front page. There was a silvery type of substace covering it. It wasn't liquid or gas, somewhere in the middle of the two.
"Hey Rose, guess what? There's this stuff on the first page of the book, you know, the page right inside the cover. It looks like stuff from a pensieve, like from Harry Potter. Wanna see?"
"Really? Let's see what it is. Maybe it's magical," Rose said, laughing a little. "Let's touch it and see if it feels like anything."
But when we poked it, we were sucked into it, just like it was a pensieve! When we landed, we looked around. We were in a weird, non-air-conditioned, house. What's even weirder, we had popped up in front of a man and a woman dressed like they were from the 18th century. Once they started talking, though, we automatically figured it out.
"Jeod, who could they be? I've never seen them before, and they're dressed so unusually. Why, they're barely wearing anything!" Said the woman.
"Do I know you? If not, who are you and why are you in my home?" Asked the man, who presumably was Jeod.
"OH MY GOSH!!! We're in the world of Eragon!!!" Rose screamed. "You must be Jeod the merchant in Tierm! Glad to meet you. I'm Rose, this is Amber, and we fell in through a pensieve-type thing in a book."
"And we're dressed so weird because OUCH! Rose, what'd you do that for?" I said, as Rose kicked me in the back of the leg.
"We can't tell them where we came from!" Rose whispered in my ear.
"Why not?"
"They wouldn't help us out in anything except getting into an asylum!"
"Right."
"So?" Interupted a confused Jeod. "Why are you here and who sent you?"
"We're here because we thought it was somebody else's house?" I tried.
"Well it's my house, so get out!"
Once out of his house, we decided to find out what part of the story we must be in. To do this, we looked at the wanted posters. Roran wasn't on there yet, so we must be close to the beginning. After a look around, we saw a sixteen-year-old boy and an older-looking man that looked oddly familiar...
"ERAGON!!! BROM!!!" We both screamed at the same time. "OH MY GOSH!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD BE HERE AT THE SAME TIME!!! I ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET YOU!!!"
Evidently that wasn't exactly the right thing to say inside big, bustling, Tierm in the middle of the day with soldiers close by. Oops.
After a moment's hesitation, the guards standing close by started running after Brom and Eragon as though their lives depended on it (although, come to think of it, they could and probably would be killed if they let them escape), but the moment they had spared was a moment too long, because Brom and Eragon had gotten a head start.
When we noticed all the commotion, we automatically got out some megaphones (I have no idea how) and started doing commentary.
" AND BROM AND ERAGON IN THE LEAD! OOOOH! NICE SAVE, BROM, WE WOULDN'T WANT OUR MAIN CHARACTER BEING CAUGHT, EH? AND THAT'S ONE GUARD DOWN, GREAT JOB ERAGON, ONLY A FEW MORE TO GO! AND THERE'S GUARD NUMBERS 2 AND 3 DOWN, WAY TO GO BROM! ONLY 4 MORE SOLDIERS LEFT BEFORE THE END OF THIS COME ON BROM AND ERAGON!!! WOOHOO! YEAH!" We started cheering.
Suddenly, a change in events occurred.
"Rose, what are those, do you say?"
"I do believe those are urgals!"
"Okay." I turned my megaphone back on, as Rose, standing beside me, did the same thing. " AND AS WE COME BACK AFTER THE HALF, IT SEEMS THAT 3 MORE SOLDIERS HAVE FALLEN, BUT ON THE GUARDS SIDE, WE HAVE SOME NEW RECRUITS! PEOPLE, MEET THE URGALS!!! ROSE, WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE ERAGON IS DOING?"
"I MUST SAY I HAVEN'T THE SLIGHTEST IDEA WHAT ERAGON'S DOING, BUT LOOK AT WHAT BROM'S DOING!!!"
"IT LOOKS LIKE BROM'S GOING TO USE SOME MAGIC HERE!!! THIS OUGHT TO MAKE THINGS A BIT MORE INTERESTING!"
Moments later, the Urgals were dead, and we found our megaphones destroyed. "HEY!!!" We screamed. "YOU BROKE OUR MEGAPHONES!!!
"Follow me." We jumped at the sound of Brom's voice, but did as he asked. We knew he would be dead really soon and didn't want to bother him. Plus, he looked kinda threatening with his sword pointed right at us while glaring.
Two hours later
"YOU TWO IDIOTS ALMOST GOT ERAGON KILLED!!! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?" Brom started to yell. We had just gotten back to the camp, and Brom was pretty mad.
Though we did care, we were too busy looking at Saphira, who was, if possible, madder than Brom. He didn't worry us, but we were going to watch out for her, because, as the saying goes, 'never poke a sleeping dragon in the eye', therefore it would be pure murder to mess with the already angry Saphira.
"So what?" I said in reply to Brom's yelling. "Eragon's a Mary Sue. Murtagh's WAY better than Eragon. You say so yourself. Eragon's being an idiot kills people."
"Amber!"
"What?"
"You forgot about the current situation, didn't you? Murtagh isn't part of the story yet. And did you know that you get the Idiot For The Year Award Second Place for being almost as stupid as Eragon by annoying Saphira to the edge?"
"Oh, umm, I'm sorry Saphira" I said.
Eragon asked a question, though. "Who is Murtagh?"
Rose replied for me. "Inside joke."
Eragon just rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long, long, trip.
