(I do not own the Inheritance Cycle or any of the characters, but I do own my awesome singing sword! It's mine, and no one can claim it! Muah hahaha!)

Chapter 2

I heard a dragon raging in the sky as she landed next to us, Are you hurt?

"No..." Eragon grunted to Saphira.

Where are they, I'm gonna rip them apart!

Remembering this scene - even though I could not understand Saphira – I told the dragon, "Yeah, it's a little too late now, my good Saphira." I sheathed my awesome humming sword. "No, he's not hurt, he just almost killed himself."

Saphira looked at me and growled, her thoughts directed to me now, Thank you for telling me. I could tell that she wasn't thankful at all. At most, she looked pretty ticked.

"I can take care of Brom," I announce to Eragon. "I am 'talented' anyways." I beam at him annoyingly. I feel like a little annoying sister around the dragon rider. Since I was "gifted" with imagination, I called, "Hal!" and a griffin landed right next to me. Eragon stood his ground next to Saphira in caution.

"It's okay, my friends. Ada is a nice griffin." I pet the beast and it purrs happily. "I'm his rider you could say."

"And how is this supposed to help me?" Brom muttered at me, clutching his injured arm.

"Well, you're gonna ride him of course!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Ah, you should be used to flying, Brom. After all, you are a dra... Never mind."

"He's a what?" Eragon asked.

"He's a man."

"Well that's kind of obvious!" Eragon eyed Ada suspiciously. "Hey, what does 'Hal' even mean?!?"

"I dunno. I just use it to call him. Get on, will ya?" I forced Brom onto my griffin's back and they took off, Brom yelling down to me, "He doesn't have a damn saddle!!!"

"You'll be just fine! If you fall, Ada will catch you." I hollered up to him. "Go and fly after him, and go to your next destination," I told Eragon and Saphira.

"Yeah? And what are you going to do? We can't leave the horses!"

"Horse's aren't dumb. They'll follow me, and I'll follow you."

"How are you going to have the hor...."

"Get going!" And so the pair took off after the griffin, and I mounted my horse, telling the other horses to follow. Who needs telepathic powers to communicate when you could just have them understand you? So the horse group and I followed them. "I think I'm already ruining the plot in this story..." I whispered in my horse's ear.

Brom was teaching Eragon how to do magic, and I watched, amused by how frustrated the guy was when he tried to lift a pebble. He glowered over at me and grumbled, "You think it's that amusing?? I'd like to see you try it, and your not even a rider!"

"Ah, but I'm something else!" I reply raising a finger as I stood up and grabbed a long stick that was good enough for a staff.

"What in the world are you going to do with that?" The two guys said at the same time.

"Practice magic." I raised the staff and said, "Come, my feathered brothers of the sky! Come and dive down upon the two men before me!"

"She's not using the ancient language," Brom said in amusement.

"There's no way her spell could..." Eragon began, but suddenly both of the men yelled out and took cover as a cloud of blackbirds dive-bombed them in a black wave.

How amusing, Saphira let out her long and rumbling chuckle.

I beamed, "Underestimation is a dangerous thing!" I waved a finger.

The two got back up and glowered at me and resumed their magic training, but Eragon couldn't help but glance back at me occasionally. Soon, Brom left to go hunting for animals and I sat on the ground, twiddling my thumbs nervously. I was fine a few hours ago, but now I was kind of anxious and shy. That's just how I am, I guess. I jumped as Eragon plopped down to the ground beside me. We were silent for a time when Eragon finally asked, "Hey, uhh... Where did you really come from?"

I suddenly became shy. Why do I always get so shy and fidgety?!? "I came from America."

He cocked his head in confusion, "Is that somewhere across the sea?"

"No. America is on a different world... I mean... Yeah..."

He seemed completely confused now. He looked at me like I was on drugs on something. "Soo... How did you do that spell back there?"

"It wasn't a spell. I summoned some birds," I pointed to my head, "By using imagination, and besides, this world is much more free to magic and the stuff that I like than my world is. Imagination in my world is magic."

He still seemed quite skeptical, and turned the other way and talked with Saphira. I don't like it when I can't understand what people are talking about when they're right next to me. I sigh and summon my laptop. I don't know how that came to me. I opened it up, and began to type up some of one of my stories. The dragon rider looked back at me and poked the computer curiously. "What is this?" Eragon pointed to my laptop.

"It's called a laptop. Hey, wanna see your Wikipedia page?"

"My what?"

I logged onto the internet and typed in 'Eragon' into the Wikipedia search engine. I read aloud what it said and Eragon looked at me in bewilderment. "What about a guy named Christopher Paolini??" Eragon asked.

"He's your creator."

"A... God?"

"The creator of Alagaesia."

"Wow..."

"Hey, do you know how to read yet? Oh wait, you don't."

He blushed.

"Nope, you won't learn that till a few chapters from now... I mean... I few weeks... Ah, I don't remember!" I looked up at Saphira. "Hey, can I ride Saphira?"

Saphira looked down at me and so did Eragon, "No."

"Ah, come on! Dragons don't exist in my world." I gave him the puppy dog face. "Party pooper..."

"Oh, FINE!"

"Yay!"

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I hope you liked this chapter. I do think it is on the boring side, but hey, every story has a boring chapter, right?

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