A/N

So I know it's been a while since I updated but I'm back. So my crazy friends and I wrote this last year and it was really funny to us. Chapters like this are the reason I put this under humor. All the original characters are very ooc.

Warning: This chapter doesn't make much sense at all.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my oc's. All Inheritance Cycle characters belong to Christopher Paolini.

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I woke with a start as I felt something poke, then jab me in my side. My eyes flew open at the second jab. There were six extremely tall and muscular men standing in a circle around me and Stephan. I reached my hand over to Stephan and shook him vigorously. He also started from his and looked at the tall, horned men. One of them spoke and said in a gruff voice, "Rise, " seeing as we were in no position to argue, we obliged, "Good, come, "and again we did as ordered. The men arranged themselves around us, two on each side of us and one in the front, and one behind; thoroughly blocking any attempts of escape, not that we would try. I knew for a fact that they were taking us to our predetermined destination.

As we walked we came out of the dense forest and onto some grass covered rolling hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. Luckily it was a comfortably warm day with a slight northerly breeze. I had long since discovered that our escorts were Urgals, having seen them several times whilst dwelling in the castle of that wretched Galbatorix 's castle.

After a rather long march we finally saw a climes of our destination, just a tiny speck in the distance. Since we had been awoken before dawn we had walked all day with few rests and in absolute silence. We continued on until we arrived at the gates of Fienster. The lead Urgal knocked on the wooden door five times. Why, I don't know, because the sentry on duty had already seen us maybe it's an Urgal thing. Then the two wooden doors slowly swung inwards. Revealing a partially devastated Fienster. There was a main street lined with merchant shops. The street was filled with people, many carrying weapons, who all turned and parted, in order to allow our group access through the crowded street. As we passed, people stared after us. Most were probably wondering why the heck a bunch of Urgals were escorting two filthy little children. Their expressions ranged from confusion to angered. I'm not surprised though, because most humans despised Urgals. We eventually made our way to the center of the city where the largest building stood.

The lead Urgal said something to another urgal guarding the door. Then that urgal nodded, said something in return, and opened the door. We continued on and it seemed to me as though the halls never ended because they where uniform to each other and there was no distinguishable difference between them. We walked up two flights of stairs and down yet another seemingly endless hall that I believed to be poorly decorated. Although at the end of this hallway there was a large wooden door trimmed with gold. There were two urgals, three humans, and two dwarven guards posted at the door. our lead Urgal again said something to one of the Urgals guarding the door, whom opened the door slightly, slipped inside the room and shut the door behind him. We didn't hear anything for a few moments. Then the Urgal stepped back out of the room and said something to our lead urgal. he then opened the door and motioned for us to enter. We stepped in the room and I quickly analyzed it as did my brother. It was a massive room, large enough to fit at least three dragons Thorn's size. There was a gaping whole in the left wall, it appeared to have been destroyed during the battle. I knew only a dragon could have made that kind of whole; having seen Thron and Shrukin do it multiple times. There was a large table which seated from right to left: Nasuada, King Orrin, King Orik, Eragon, and Arya. Saphira had positioned herself behind Eragon and Arya.

As we entered the room the previous occupants turned toward our group, now consisting of myself, Stephan, and the lead urgal. The urgal's girth shielded us from their view. Well most of them. Saphira's elevated line of sight allowed her to clearly see who was behind the urgal. After a moments hesitation, the urgal stepped to the side, revealing us to the rest of the room's occupants.

Then Nasuada arose from her seat and questioned, "Tarnaque, who are these children?"

"We found them sleeping in the woods near the city, Lady Nightstalker," replied Tarnaque.

Nasuada walked over to us and asked, "What are your names?"

"I don't believe I'm authorized to answer that question, " I replied (with a British accent)

Stephan turns his gaze to me and asks, "When did you turn British, (with a British accent)."

"When did you turn British," I questioned.

"No, I asked you first," countered Stephan.

"I asked you second,"

"Shut-up and tell,"

"Shut don't go up prices do, so take your advice and shut-up too. And how can I shut-up and tel-"

"Silence," said a raspy voice in my head which reminded me of Thorn's and Shrukin's, only more feminine.

" Hey, Saphira," I responded not at all startled.

This of course surprised everyone (except Stephan, of course). Because no one had spoken to the dragon so casual other than Eragon.

"How do you know me tiny one," questioned Saphira.

"Awesome nickname, oh yay, and you're kind of famous, plus Thorn talks about you all the time." I replied.

At this Nasuada, King Orik, and King Orik, looked at us with interest.

"Who'd you say told you," asked King Orik.

" Thorn," I replied, " We've been like best friends since the day he hatched."

"Whhhaaaaaaat," said King Orrin. Which made everyone stare at him.

"Yea and Shrukin said he was spying on you in Cavarhal," I said to Saphira.

"Ohh wait, a minute, maybe I wasn't supposed to say that," I said with a troubled expression.

"What did you just say, I will get Shrukin for spying on my Saphira!" Eragon shouted outraged.

"Issues," Arya said to Eragon while laughing.

"I LIKE CHEESE!" I yelled randomly.

"I LIKE STRAWBERRIES," Stephan yelled.

"Cheese is better," I countered.

"No! Strawberries are better!" Stephan screamed, "But you kno-"

"I like llamas," I interrupted.

"I LIKE LLAMAS, NO Pepe le pue, what are you doing," I screamed, "You can't leave, I'm about to sing a song."

" Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat does a churro say to the cheese, when the cheese says, let me be your cheese, then the llama walks up! And says it's more ", I sang in soprano, " Then the llama eats the churro and the cheese weeps nacho cheese while the llama eats him," I finished.

"What was that!" Eragon asked.

" That was my beautiful voice," I replied.

"Can we get back to reality now?" asked Nasuada.

"Yes, I agree with the pretty lady," said Stephan.

"Wow man, you're creepy," I joked, while punching him in the arm.

"Hey," said Arya, "We still do not know anything about you yet."

"Oh, well I am Jolesa and this is my brother Stephany," I said pointing to ourselves in turn.

"It's Stephan, not Stephany," shouted Stephan with an angry French accent.

"Don't raise your voice at me, I am your elder," I shouted back.

"Elder," said Stephan shocked, "You ain't older than me."

"I is be older than you, Stephan-yyyy," I retorted.

"So, only by like ten minutes," said Stephan sulking that I had won again.

"Anyway," I said turning my attention back to the confused group," As I was saying we are twins and we are tw-"

"What, like a year old," interrupted King Orik.

"We are two and a half," I said sassily, " Thank you very much!"

"Okay, okay, you may continue," said King Orik.

"Now where was I, before I was so very rudely interrupted," I retorted glaring at Orik.

"You was talk'n 'bout how old we is," said Stephan in an attempt to act like a gangster.

"Oh, ya," I responded," Now for nicknames!"

"Dun-dun-duuuhhhh," said Stephan trying yet again, but failing to be creepy.

"King Orrin, from now on I shall call you Peter Piper. King Orik you, will be known as, Pepe Le Pue. Nasuada, Black Mamba; Eragon, King Kong; Arya, De-de; Saphira, huumm," I said while thinking. "Stephan, drum roll please!" Stephan pats his knees quickly.

"Saphira I name thee, BFG!"

"Wait, what does BFG mean?" Eragon asked.

"Yay! Why name her Big Friendly Giant?" asked Stephan.

I leaned over and whispered into his ear. "It means ...

A/N

Wow. This took me several weeks to write. But it is finally done. I warned you that it would make very little sense. The song was created by my friend over a year ago. So this is my brain child. I love writing this story just to scramble your brain eggs. I hope you enjoyed. The next chapter will be up soon. I would like to say a special thanks to my friends Kiwi and Mckayla for pressuring me into finishing this chapter.

Review please and I promise I'll update sooner. Just three little reviews anything do you like it, hate, tell me.