A/N This one is written by my brother, who's username is Piutebob

Eragon swung his sword toward the left side of Murtagh's head, which Murtagh easily blocked.

"Haha, come on, at least try to hit me," Murtagh taunted.

That frustrated Eragon. He swung harder and faster, this time aiming for his belt. Easily blocked as well.

"You know, I'm just going to let you tire yourself out with your brawn, and when you're tired, then I'll finish you off," Murtagh commented.

Eragon could not let Murtagh win. It wasn't life or death, though, because they were just sparring for fun. But his ego would possibly come out wounded. He tried an 'advanced' move. He swung for Murtagh's head, then changed direction and went for his feet. Murtagh merely jumped over the blade and laughed at him.

"Ugh, let's take a break," Eragon said, out of breath.

"Fine." He sat down. They were sitting in Bilibo Baggins's back yard. Eragon looked at the window and caught a glimpse of Bilbo spying on them. Eragon waved at Bilbo casually, who ducked quickly.

"Ready?" Murtagh asked Eragon.

"I guess so."

They got up and started sparring again.

"Wow, you're worse then you were before the break," Murtagh said.

Eragon quickly sat down and started to pout.

"You'll get better," said Murtagh. Eragon nodded amidst his tears. He got up.

"Okay," he sobbed, "If you really think so."

They continued. Shortly after that, it seemed Eragon had forgotten what bad mood he had been in. He was smiling, even.

Suddenly the ground turned dark, thanks to a shadow moving across the sun. With a swooshing sound, Murtagh disappeared.

"Dude, what the heck?!" Eragon exclaimed, throwing his arms out to the side. He sat down to contemplate what (the heck) just happened. Somewhere to his right, he heard a voice.

"This isn't the right place. We're lost," said the voice.

"We're doomed," stated a second voice.

"Oh, don't be so morose, Rahl. If we're together, we're never lost! Tag! You're it! No tag backs!"

"Richard! That's not fair!" yelled the second voice, whose name apparently was Rahl.

Eragon rolled his eyes. His brother just disappeared, and they were goofing off!! Then the two started chasing each other. They quickly disappeared into the distance.

Eragon jumped at an older voice behind him.

"Eh? Where did that other kid run off to? The—the emo one," it croaked.

Eragon whipped his head around. It was Bilbo. "He's not emo," he whimpered. "He's Murtagh."

"What kind of a name is Murtagh?"

"What kind of a name is Bilbo?"

Bilbo glared at him. "Anyways, I came out here to tell you to scram, because I'm leaving. I have to go back to the University. It looks like the emo kid already did. Now, scram!"

Eragon quickly jumped up and ran.

"If you don't grab your sword, I'm bringing it to the University for show and tell to the students!" Bilbo called after him.

Eragon ran back, grabbed the sword. Then he turned around and bolted.

Eragon was in Michel Delving. He asked a passing hobbit where the nearest hotel was.

"Oh, just walk down Michel Delving Road, then take a right on Michel Delving Street. Keep going, then take a left onto Michel Delving Avenue. Then, your next right will be Michel Delving Court. Just keep going till you find the Michel Delving Hotel," said the hobbit.

Eragon muttered a thanks. He noticed the hobbit looking at him expectantly.

"Do you need something?" Eragon asked.

"Oh, it's just a custom in the Shire, that when someone gives you help, you give them a pie."

"Well, you know what? I'm not from around here. Your customs don't apply to me. And if I run, are you gonna catch me?" Eragon broke into a run, taking a right on Michel Delving Street.

Left in the dust, the hobbit could only murmer: "I just wanted a pie."

Eragon was laying down on his bed, trying to stay awake. He slowly nodded off against his will, and dreamed a strange dream:

He was running through deep snow; running from something. He didn't know what, just that it was going to eat him. He looked over his shoulder. Since he wasn't looking where he was going, he tripped on something. Probably snow. Then he saw a shimmering apparation. It was talking. It said, "Eragon, you must go to the Dagobah system. There you meet will a little green toad who will try to eat your dinner and steal a flahlight."

"Dude, what the heck is a flashlight?" Eragon responded.

"I don't know," it said. Eragon heard a swooshing sound, and the apparation disappeared with a yelp. The creature Eragon had been running from caught up with him and ate him.

"Dude, what the heck!" he yelled as he woke up.

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