===About a dozen leagues down the River Edda===
Eragon and crew had been sailing down the Edda River for several days now, when they noticed something strange. They had first seen it when Saphira was out hunting. She had come across some wild cows, and everything was at it should've been. But then Saphira had broken through the trees at the edge of a forest, and saw that but a few meters in front of her, the rounded hill turned sharp-edged, and… blocky. The cow, which she had been chasing, crossed from the smooth, rounded hill to the blocky area, and underwent a strange transformation. The cow, which had been running from her in panic, suddenly stopped, and transitioned from a smelly, panicked beast to a docile creature, calmly standing around doing nothing. Also, it was sharp-edged and blocky, not at all what it looked like before. Sniffing the air, she found she could no longer find the cow's scent. Alarmed, Saphira slowly backed away into the trees. Then, she hurriedly took flight and flew back to camp, about a mile downstream. 'Eragon!' Saphira called out.
Rousing from his sleep, he responded, 'What is it? Is something wrong?'
Saphira shared the memory with him. His curiosity was instantly spiked.
In the morn, the elves had been roused and the situation explained. The Talíta was prepped, and they cast off. Rounding a bend in the river, they dropped anchor and stepped onto dry land. Blödhgarm crouched, laying a hand just before the separation of normal and block. "There is strong magic at work here."
"Perhaps…"
Speaking the name of the ancient language, Eragon attempted to remove the spell that was causing this disturbance. It was rather anticlimactic, as the absolutely nothing happened. The elves were rather surprised too. "Nothing like this has ever been seen! Or if it has, it has not been recorded."
Again using the name of the ancient language, Eragon attempted to find the size of the disturbance. "There is no end that I can find." He reported. "But we cannot build here, it is still too close to Alagaësia. I suppose we have no choice but to continue."
Taking a deep breath, he stepped over the line. His vision went black momentarily.
When his eyesight returned, he saw that there were some light blue and dark red spirals floating around him. [Potion particles: Strength and Speed] Lashing out, he attempted to punch one, but found he couldn't. However, they also seemed to be leaving him alone, so he ignored them for now. Then, he noticed that his arm was now made of cubes. However, it did not seem to impede his movement in any way. "It's safe!" He tried to call over the line.
Only, he found he couldn't speak. Instead, the words 'Eragon: It's safe' appeared in the bottom left of his vision.
His eyes widened. Then, he motioned for everyone step to step over. One at a time, they crossed into the mysterious land. One by one, they turned blocky, and the same particles that surrounded Eragon surrounded them as well. Eragon also noted that their names were floating in white lettering above their heads. "Blödhgarm: What is this place?" appeared in his vision.
He saw the Elves (and Saphira) start in surprise. He guessed that all of elves could see it here. Suddenly, another message appeared. And it wasn't from any of the elves. "Steve: Your in Minecraft. Didn't you know? You'd better get a shelter before night comes if you wish to survive. I give it five minutes before the sun goes down."
"Who are you?" Eragon asked.
"I'm Steve," replied Steve. "I suppose it should've been obvious from the nametag, but oh well."
"And what do you mean five minutes to sundown? It was morning when we arrived!" "Look at the sun," replied Steve. They did. To their shock, it was already almost midday, and they could see that the sun was moving quickly. "We should probably set up camp here," Eragon said.
The trees they had found provided the wood that they needed. The iron axe they had used had cut the tree quickly enough, but to the surprise of everyone present, when the bottom block had been destroyed, it simply hovered above the ground spinning slowly. The rest of the tree stayed floating, so they were forced to cut it down block by block. The curious thing was, even though they were attacking the blocks with shuddering blows, the tree—nor even the leaves— shook. Simply, cracks spread out over the block they were hitting until it broke. When the elves who had been out gathering wood returned, they saw that those who had stayed behind had failed at their attempt to put up the tents. "We've tried, but whenever we do, it says 'error.'"
"Are you trying to put down non-blocky tents?" Steve asked.
"Yes," replied Eragon.
"Well there's your problem. Most of your non-block objects won't work here. You have to build your structures using blocks. And I can guess that you've got wood, you can make planks out of it. It's a lot more efficient than just logs. If you came in from the west border there should be a crafting table in a small cave at the forest's edge."
With the sun setting fast, Eragon sprinted into the cave. Seeing the crafting table, he tried to pick it up and found he couldn't. "How do I take this back to our camp?"
"Punch it!"
Doubtfully punching the table, he found that cracks were spreading across it. It fell as an item, which he grabbed. Then, rushing back to camp, he placed it down. It expanded from a small item to its original size. Having done that, Steve taught them how to make planks. Then, they set down a piece of wood, and using a flint and steel, they started a fire.
The fire, which burned the piece of wood, provided light as the night begun. However, it decided to burn out. Having snuffed out their fire, the world of Minecraft decided to send some mobs after them. Meanwhile, in the shadows… two glimmers of light peered out of the darkness. But the group, even Saphira with her super-dragon-senses, didn't notice him. In the shadows, a grin spread across his face.
An arrow flew past Eragon and slammed into the tree beside him. Quickly drawing Brisingr (which seemed to be shimmering with an unnatural light), Eragon looked towards where the arrow had come from. What he saw startled him. A skeleton, bones glowing white in the pale moonlight, was drawing another arrow in its bow. When it fired, Eragon dodged to the side. He noticed that all the other elves were also preoccupied, one with a creature that looked almost human, except that its flesh was a sickly, rotten, green. It moaned as it walked, but was easily dispatched by one of the elves. Saphira tried to blast another group with fire, but instead all that came out were fireballs, which exploded upon impact. The zombies, which should've vaporized, simply caught fire, grunting and flashing red every once in awhile as the fire burned them. She dispatched them with a swipe of her paw. Meanwhile, the skeleton shooting at Eragon fired another shot. This one hit him, and he grunted. Dodging two more shots, he ran up the skeleton and decapitated it… or rather tried to. Having swiped its head, the skeleton flashed red and fell over, then disappeared in a puff of smoke. On the ground hovered a couple of bones. They were sucked to him and disappeared. He watched as the elves dispatched the last of the mobs.
"What. Was. That? Reanimated dead? The laughing dead were bad enough, but now this?" Eragon said.
"You didn't build a shelter, did you?" Steve said.
"Nope," replied Eragon.
"Never mind that, do you have a clear view of the sky?"
"Come little one," said Saphira.
Having mounted Saphira, the pair launched off into the sky. "We do now," said Saphira.
"Ok, watch the skies in direction you were headed when you first got here."
Turning, the two observed the skies for anything unusual. Suddenly, they saw a beam of light shot up in the distance, barely visible over some mountains. "See the beacon? Follow it, and you should reach an outlying outpost of mine. I'll meet you up there."
In the morning, the group realized, even though they hadn't slept all night, they weren't tired. Having realized that, they started to make their way towards the shaft of light.
Soon enough (after two days and two nights) they had reached the mountain. They had also been forced to leave behind the Talíta, as the river had ended shortly into the Minecraft world. "It may take a while to get over this mountain," Eragon said.
"Then there should be a tunnel about a quarter of the way up," replied Steve. "Which means I know where you guys are now."
With unspoken agreement, Saphira took off and flapped her way straight up. Meanwhile, the elves and Eragon ran through the tunnel to the other side of the mountains. Once reaching that side, they observed a large plain, where a small, stone castle stood. Just then, Saphira swooped down, and the entire group made their way towards the castle. Unfortunately for them, the sun was starting to set. There was some thumping and several blocks retreated into the wall and slid over to the side. "Come on in," said Steve. Then he appeared above the battlements and yelled, "Dragon!"
Within seconds, he had drawn his bow, flame-tipped arrow ready to fly. Saphira was surprised that the little human was not cowering in terror. "Why are you not cowering in terror?"
Needless to say, Steve was surprised about the talking dragon. This was, after all, Minecraft. "You're Saphira?" He asked.
Then he noticed the elves and Eragon, with their swords drawn. "It's fine, I won't hurt her. She just startled me. I've had bad experiences with dragons. I've killed one, and had to go to another dimension to do it," he said.
"You've killed a dragon?" Saphira asked in a somewhat threatening voice… of sorts. "Yes, a dumb beast without the ability to speak… or even morals of any sort." Saphira calmed down a bit at this. "Unfortunately, I did not know that she had an egg until it was too late." Saphira's head snapped up. "I have kept it safe, in hope of finding a dragon that did not wish to kill and destroy everything in sight. And it seems I've found one. Come on in, all of you!"
========End of Part 1========
Afterword: As those of you who went to my profile know (I'm guessing zero), I own everything here... in some alternate universe. In addition, this story will be updated every other week, alternating with another story (Eragon: Sons of Gods at time of Writing)
I really do like Eragon crossovers, don't I :P
-Dragoncraftertex
