Ha-ha, Nixie got a haircut!
Okay, member when I promised to
have a chapter explaining Onyx's effect on the books?
Yeah, this is it. Just some importaint prep
for later in the fic.
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178! I love you all for reading!
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I opened my eyes on darkness. Great, I thought, another dream.

Sounds and colors faded in slowly. The scene depicted Anjie's - my best friend outside of my family - bedroom. She was sitting at the desk crowded with schoolwork, doodles, and a sleeping black cat.

My friend seemed astonished under her glasses. She was staring at a copy of - wait for it - Eldest.

"Oh no...How? This book...Paolini...no...he couldn't." The girl muttered.

What? I peered over her shoulder and stifled a gasp. There, right where Eragon was supposed to be rejected by Arya, was something I remembered vividly: Our night in the forest. When I had admitted my love for the blue Rider.

How was this possible? When I had told my sister and brother to look in the Inheritance books, I thought they might get something from the story. I'd never thought of my story actually happening in the books.

The dream shifted to a few more places, and they all had the same scene: One of my few friends reading the chanced cycle and not believing it. What...

And again, I was torn from a shocked person. But this time, my unconscious self brought me to a place I had seen only a few times before.

A black cavern with strange white crystals. The dream well.

Dreamer, things are changing for both worlds. The voice said.

How? Why is my story becoming real to them?

Only those who truly cared and believed you are alive can remember the difference between the old story and the new one. Those that don't are ignorant to the reality of the two worlds. They think it is fake, cannot see the changes. People still think you're missing. I am not permitting them to make the connection between the human, Onyx Rider, and the story character, Onyx Dramura.

Dramura?

You are the dreamer. The seer. The balance, the sky.

Who are you?

It will be known in time. Farewell.

And with a gasp, I awoke in my small tent. Dawn light filtered through the front entrance.

It's been a while since you had one of those dreams, eh? Vrangr asked

Good morning to you too. And not really...but it feels like that's true.

Get up, then!

Meh. But still, I stood.

I picked up the small mirror that had been in my tent when it was shown to me. I was still irritated that Murtaugh had cut off all of my hair. It was now jagged and barely reached past my chin. Oh, well. The day before was still fresh in my mind.

****Flashback****

"I have to go...my orders were only to try and capture Eragon. I have done so. It is my time to leave." Murtaugh sighed, and turned towards Thorn.

"Sundavar iveke." I stated calmly. He froze. "Your true name has changed, Murtaugh. You are free of the black king's reign."

"And may join the Varden if that is your choice." Eragon said

"Is this really..."

"It is, brother. You are free now." Eragon stepped closer to his sibling, put a hand on his shoulder.

The look of happiness on our former enemy's face was so extreme, I had to smile.

Then remembered what the voice hat told me: Keep a secret and tell the truth.

"He is your half brother, Eragon. You are not related to Morzan."

Two faces stared at me. "How do you know?" Eragon asked

In the ancient language I replied, "This is not my place to tell. But you two only share one parent."

Eragon looked stunned, more than he already was. "Then...this blade does not belong to me. Take Zar'roc, Murtaugh. It's your inheritance."

****End Flashback****

So many things had happened in so little time. When we got back to the Varden, there were hateful glares to the red rider, but Nasuada had agreed to let him stay, only because we knew his true name and could keep tabs on him. Or so she said.

Once dressed in non-bloody clothes, I ducked out into the orange morning. People were in a flurry of activity, on errands for healers, muttering about the Urgals that'd arrived last night, or some such.

Vrangr was a distant figure in the grungy sky. Saphira and Thorn flew alongside, doing areal battle practice.

I jumped up into the air and joined them. Eragon and Murtaugh were riding their respective dragons.

"Hey! Looks like everyone let me oversleep!" I said loudly.

When you're in the dream world, nothing can wake you up. I tried. Vrangr said, projecting her thoughts to us all.

"Onyx, you are a really heavy sleeper." Eragon said.

"Pff. So, looks like we're gonna help everyone - look!" I pointed to the white river below us.

There was a ship on it's way upstream.

Sorry 'bout the crap chapter.
I know it's not my best work, and will change it later.
But I just couldn't wait to write the scene where Roran comes in!
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