Stars flickered through her vision as images flashed before her. Maeia blinked her eyes and continued to lay on a cold surface. She waited for her vision to return back to normal. After what seemed like hours, she finally was able to sit up and look around her. It was rather dark. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few more times before taking a better look around the place she was in. For some reason, the area seemed familiar to her. A sharp pain ached her head and she rubbed her head. A large bump had formed where she felt the pain from before. Groan escaped from her mouth as she slowly got up.

"Ugh. What the hell happened?"

Standing up, she was able to get make out the faint glow of candles that illuminated a large stone room. A few windows dotted the walls and dark curtains were suspended from the ceiling. One thing caught her eye. In the back of the room was a stone chair. A stone dragon was carved along the arms and headboard. Maeia took a small step closer and saw the intricate designs that laced the entirety of the chair. It looked rather dark and Gothic-like with the dark atmosphere. Where have I seen this? I could've sworn that I saw this place before. It took her a few moments to realize the situation and the strange familiar room.

"Holy shit. No way," she twisted her body around.

She noticed that this was the exact same room as the throne room in the Eragon movie that she had seen with her best friend a little while back.

"How the hell did I get here. Am I dreaming or something?"

She closed her eyes and pinched her arm. Pain formed in the area, forcing her to open her eyes. Dammit. I'm not dreaming. Slowly glancing around the throne room, she searched for any signs of movement but saw none. Okay, this is just freaky.

She took a step back and accidentally bumped into something. Noise broke the silence as a large stand was knocked over, with Maeia yelping as she fell as well. After everything stopped moving, she sat still to listen for anything in case she was heard. Nothing. Dammit. Clumsy as always. She went to get up when something cold suddenly touched her hand. Her brown eyes darted downward and stopped on a large stone. She cocked her head and reached for it.

The surface of the stone was polished to perfection and glistened in the candle light. She was able to make out that it was onyx-colored and veins of silver laced the surface like a spider web. She turned the stone over a put it up to her ear. It was cold yet she was able to hear the faint movement of something inside the stone. Her eyes flashed as she realized that this was no ordinary stone. It was a dragon's egg. Her lips twitched a bit.

"Well, I guess this might be a bit interesting."

She about to get up when she heard voices from behind a wooden door. A sense of panic filled her as she looked around frantically. Not wanting to get in trouble and possibly killed, Maeia looked for her handbag. It layed not far from where she stood. It must've ended up here with me as well. She grabbed it and placed the egg into the bag. Wait a minute. She looked back at the stand behind her and saw two other eggs laying on the ground, one red and one green. Oh, hell with this. She grabbed the eggs as well and stuffed them into her handbag. Rushing over to a nearby window, she looked out and down toward the ground.

"Oh, good God Bahamut," she whispered in fear at the distance between her and the ground.

She saw several flag poles dotting the side of the tower that she was in. Unsure whether she should take a risk, her decision was made as the voices behind her were getting louder. She climbed out of the window and took a deep breath. Jumping out, she reached the nearest flag pole and grabbed a hold of it.

"Well, God. You'd better hope I don't get myself killed...I hope I don't die," her arms ached from the sudden stop.

Fuck this. I hope my aerobics lessons pay off with this, Maeia thought in the back of her head as she readied herself for the next jump. She knew it was going to be a while, especially with her being some thirty-stories high and having a handbag weighing at least seventy-five pounds resting on her shoulder. After taking some ten or fifteen minutes of making her way down the tower, she made a last jump and landed in a wagon of hay. Puffing some strands out of her mouth, Maeia got up and brushed the hay off of her.

"Thank God that's over."

The wagon suddenly jolted forward, sending her back down on her but. Looking up, she saw that someone was leading the wagon away from the castle. Relieved somewhat, she sat back and decided to wait out the ride from Uru'baen. Well, let's hope for the best. She opened her handbag a bit to glance at the eggs to make sure that all three of them were still in there. Content, she looked out the back of the wagon. Still, why are there three eggs. I thought Saphira's egg was already taken away from Galbatorix. She pondered at the thought and closed her eyes to rest. Maybe. Maybe there were actually more than just three eggs that old Galby had stolen from the Riders when he killed them. She chuckled and allowed the silence to overcome her. All she heard was the whistling of the man and the trotting of the horse's hooves.