Disclamir- I don't own it! Even this disclaimer has a disclaimer! (Thanks Amby!)

With out warning the black doors swung open, and brilliant rays of sunlight momentarily blinded them. Alex shielded his eyes and looked around, absolutely stunned: they were in a volcanic crater with the opening high up. The light from the crater only shown in the center casting velvety shadows were it didn't hit. Alex peered slowly finding its other side maybe ten miles. Looking up he found himself staring at large icicles thousands of feet long miles up. The signs of plant life were thick patches of moss and lichen clinging to rocks. A cobblestone path ran to the middle of the crater, were it stopped at a large white mountain, which, though at least a mile high, the rest of the mountain dwarfed it. Next to him Eagle let out a low whistle.

"This city was discovered by my ancestors thousands of years ago," Orik began.

"Wait, a city?" Wolf asked as he eyed the short man like he was crazy.

"Yes, a city." That was when they saw the people milling around the vast chamber casting the strange group of men and one boy a strange look. The man were strong and bore determined expressions, while ragged children ran through the hall casting curious looks at them, while the woman wore the same expression as the men. To the five's utter amazement there were shorter people again. Just like dwarfs.

"Don't you dare try anything," Mr. Baldy growled at them as their guards surrounded them. As they neared the mountain city, something none of them could believe, more people began to stare at them. The white marble shone brilliantly dotted by round windows, and brightly colored lanterns hung in them casting glittering shadows. No smoke stacks were visible.

Directly ahead of them two thirty-foot Griffins made of pure gold guarded a large wooden gate. K Unit paused for a second looking at the gate, and Orik motioned them to follow. So they continued to the doors with their graceful pillars of red jasper, which housed sculptures of strange creatures. The gate rumbled open to reveal a four story high building; gray archways, with brilliant rich tapestries, the top three stories held even more people filling up the space. The mile long hall ended in an arch of onyx pillars.

They were now in a large circular room; arches showed each level as it wound up to the top. On the smooth polished floor was an emblem of a hammer girdled by twelve silver pentacles. There was a large spiral stairs the curved under the ground. But what caught all of there eyes was the ceiling that was capped by a large red sapphire that was carved in a rose.

"Wow," Fox said, transfixed up at the ceiling in awe.

"Wow is right," Snake muttered. The group was led into a tunnel and to a massive cedar door, stained black. Mr. Baldy pulled the door open and motioned for the four men and one boy to enter.

Yassen Gregorovich had always been a very sane man, but now he wasn't too sure about it. For there right in front of him was a glowing orb of green light in the middle of his hotel room in London. He had been watching 'Top Gear,' a rather funny car show that he had discovered while flipping through the channels on the telly. It was the Vietnam special; Clarkson had just said 'that he was about to go were no man has ever been before', and then he fell. Yassen had snickered at this, but it soon faded when a large orb of green light appeared.

The next thing he knew, the world was spinning, and he had just enough time to grab the large black duffel bag before everything went black.

Gerald Butler was a man who never failed a job before. Well, except for this one at least. After a long night tracking Rider and the SAS unit through a strange rather eerie woods they had to stop. He looked around at his men eyeing the team of twenty something people, which he found rather large, but it was Rider they were trying to kill after all. He carefully ran a hand through his short white blond hair, his deep amber eyes scanning to the side of him as a stick snapped. Instantly all of his men were alert.

There was a large deep snarling and then a rumbling and a bang as a large creature jumped into the clearing along with five more. Around him his men paled slightly as they stared at the horror before them.

The creatures were large about six feet, which towered over Gerald who was only 5'3"; their skin was a sickly color of raw hide. Their eyes glowed yellow giving their faces a pig-like look to them; what made him flinch was the fact that growing out of their heads were large ram's horns that curled around their thick skulls. The creature snarled and raised a large two handed sword made of twisted steel. It roared again sending large globs of spit everywhere.

"FIRE!" Gerald roared at his men as he raised his own gun; instantly there were twenty bangs as they fired. About three out of the five 'things' fell to the ground with a bullet lodged into their brains. The over two looked down at their fallen comrades and charged. There was another bang as his men fired again, killing the rest of the creatures.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.

They all turned towards the mountain and found a lone man standing on a ledge. He jumped down and Gerald silently winced as the man hit the ground with sickening thud, yet the jump that should have broken his legs didn't, instead he just sneered, showing teeth filled down to points. The man's sickly white skin, even more pale then his, was drawn tightly over his skull, with deep blue veins bulging. He had blood red hair and eyes, and he moved like a dancer.

"Well done," the man sneered as he clapped again.

"Who are you?" Gerald said calmly as he shifted his position so that he could shoot the man at a moments notice.

"My name is not important to you," the man sneered again, causing Gerald to growl.

"Then could you please tell me what those are?" he snapped pointing his gun the strange beast lying on the ground with neat little bullet holes in their heads.

"Those are Urgals," the man said simply as he nudged one of them.

"Where are we?" he asked and the red haired man actually looked a little surprised at this.

"You are at Ithrö Zhâda," the man said simply. "What is your business here?"

"Were looking for someone," Gerald sneered and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture that was taken from a CCTV in London that showed the black and white picture of a boy. "We have to kill him." The man took the picture and studied it carefully.

"I think I can help you."

They entered a large elegant study, filled with row upon row of cedar bookshelves. An iron spiral staircase wound up to a tiny balcony with two chairs and a reading table. Alex couldn't help but stare in awe at the many books, bound in many different shades of leather. Looking again he found the walls to be filled with those strange lanterns and the floor was covered in a large oval rug. Then his eyes fell on a man behind a large desk.

He looked to be African decent, his head was shaved, and Alex couldn't help but think of Herod Sayle. The man had a closely trimmed black beard that covered his chin and upper lip. His eyes were intelligent but yet dark at the same time. He was wearing a rich red shirt and a pair of brown cloth pants.

"Hello," he began. "My name is Ajihad, and welcome to Tronjheim, what are your names?" he asked, eyeing them carefully.

"Um I'm Wolf."

"Fox."

"Snake."

"EAGLE!"

"Um, Alex but everyone calls me Cub…" he trailed off.

"Such strange names!" Ajihad sighed starring at them intently with an air of command that would of put the sergeant to shame.

"They're actually our code names, we're in the army," Fox added slowly.

"Really for which side?" the man asked slowly.

"The queens, we're SAS, you know the British special forces," Snake supplied.

"The queen?" Ajihad asked rather stunned. "You don't look anything like elves! Also I've never heard of this SAS or British…"

"WHAT THE!!!!! HOW ON EARTH YOU DON'T KNOW WHO OR WHAT WE ARE! ALSO ELVES! THEY DON'T EXIST!" Wolf roared and Ajihad raised an eyebrow while the rest of the men that surrounded them took a step back.

"Yes elves do exist." They all looked at the man like he was crazy. Ajihad sighed as he stared at them. "You are in the land Alagaësia." The men's faces explained that they had no idea what he was talking about, he let out another sigh, "I think I should explain…"

Yassen slowly groaned and opened his eyes to find himself in the middle of a wood with a large scaly blue head, with a large bright blue eyes looking down at him. Surprised he gave a tiny yelp and sat straight up. There was rustling sound and two young men hurried over to him. The youngest being about sixteen with shaggy brown hair, and deep brown eyes, wearing a pair of dirty brown pants and a brown tunic. The boys tanned hand gripped a hilt of sword with a large ruby at its pommel, he pulled it out of his blood red sheath only to find the bade was the same color. The older man was about an inch or two taller, and looked to be about eighteen, maybe nineteen. He had dark, almost black, brown hair and grey eyes that said he had seen pain. He was dressed all in black, his hand slid to the hand-and-a-half steel blade at his side.

"Who are you?" the younger man asked as he placed a hand on the overgrown blue lizard's side. The lizard snorted at him causing a thin line of smoke to come out of its nose. "She's a dragon, not an over grown lizard," the man stated calmly, and the 'dragon' snorted in agreement.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Yassen snapped, standing up slowly.

I heard it in your mind, came the deep, yet femine, voice in his head. My name is Saphira, human, and who are you? the dragon Saphira asked as she took a small step forward.

"My name is not important Dragon," Yassen said calmly. Saphira snorted and snapped her long sharp teeth at him.

Your name! she hissed.

"Saphira…" the younger boy began; the dragon snorted and took a step back.

"My name is Eragon, and this is…"

"My name is Murtagh," the older one cut off the boy Eragon. "Now you know our names, now tell us yours,"

"My name is Yassen," the Russian said calmly.

"Do you work for the king?"

"The King?" Yassen asked, confused. "I don't work for any king that I know of, what country am I in?" he asked earning rather strange looks from both human and dragon.

"You're in Alagaêsia," Eragon stated.

"Oh crap," Yassen whispered

Gerald watched as the man with the red hair took the picture from his hands, he studied it and pulled out a little flask and walked over to a boulder and poured the water over it. His men looked on in interest as the man carefully and quietly whispered a few strange words that he didn't understand and the water turned black then white and two figures appeared, one of a man and the other of the boy in question.

"He is in Farthen Dûr, with the rebels. You say you have to kill him?" the man asked.

"Yes," Gerald answered carefully.

"Well then my name is Durza, I think I know of a way to solve your problem!" The man Durza grinned widely.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAGIC!" Wolf roared once again.

"Magic, you have already seen it down when he," Ajihad pointed to Mr. Baldy, "scanned your mind,"

"I don't believe you," Wolf snarled and Mr. Baldy stepped forward and lifted his arm.

"Reisa!" They all turned and watched as a book flew from the shelf and into his hand.

"Oh, I still don't believe you," Wolf stated. Mr. Baldy sighed and glared at them, and motioned for someone behind a staircase. Another man walked out, he too was a bald and wearing purple robe.

"There are TWO of them!" Eagle squawked.

"They are twins, I would give you their names but they don't have any," Ajihad chuckled.

Thing One, a.k.a. Mr. Baldy, pulled out a dagger and Thing Two held out his hand. Thing One ran the sharp dagger along his hand until a long line of crimson bubbled out.

"Waíse heill!" Thing One stated calmly, and everyone watched as the once long, deep cut healed without a single trace of it ever being there. Wolf was silent for about a minute, then he exploded.

SORRY! I told you that I would update last week! But of course it had to be the WORST WEEK! First my mom was away in NYC so it was just me and my dad! So we had to go to the gift show in NYC, visit friends, go on the boat, visit more friends, have white castle and so on! Also my two betas were busy! Ambrele was working on Secrets trying to get at least five chapters down by September, and Em Phantom was busy having fun... Also on a show of hands how many times has this happened to you? When my mother was away my dad was at work so I was stuck home for THIRTEEN HOURS! ( Because something happened and he couldn't get home in time for my music lesson! ) with NOTHING to do?

I got NINE reviews! EEP!!!!

I'm-not-here-HONEST- I had plans to do that! All the more ways to wolf want to kill himself! tehe

Bartow- Longer chapters? faints. *Ambrele (Who is with me) sighs and throws a bucket of water on author* THANKS! I kind of have to thank my two betas they add their own little voice to it!

RandomGothicNinjaNerd- Tehe I thought that was funny too! I was on the phone while re-reading the chapter with my friend Em when I saw it and realized the irony of it and I burts into laughter. Em was afraid.

TheNotedMusician- Don't worry all will be explained soon...

UnfortunatelyMortal- You don't know HOW happy that makes me feel! I'm so happy that you were bored enough to read it! Can't wait for your review!

shadow936- I'm sorry but Alex will only be a co rider! (Meaning that saphira will like him, and so will Eragon (To a degree!))

flyingdutchman08- YAH! yes Alex and Eragon, and Murtagh is going to be a sight...

ScOrPiA pOiSoN- YUP! They are in Farthern Dur!

Ambrele- BJ Ah thanks dude! *hugsAmbrele*

Ambrele-AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! *SCREAMSandRUNSaway*

BJ- Tehe forgot she doesn't like to be hugged!

Anyway thanks again for ALLL of the reviews! I'm working on chapter four, and chapter three for enter two idiots so that will be up soon! REVIEW PLEASE!