I watched "The Fourth Kind"
A few days ago.
And let me tell you, it is CREEPY.
And on that same day,
I learned that I can NOT knit.
And I told my friends a story
about a unicorn in a cactus field.
We've had some great times...
And some disturbing ones.

The next place my dream took me was home. It started in my own room, which was the same as I had left it. I tried to walk forward, and found that while I could move, my feet didn't touch the floor. My body was also transparent.

I wonder if I'll pass through the door... I moved over to it, and surprise surprise, went right through it without touching the knob. It was almost like I was a ghost.

As I moved down the hall, I started to hear familiar voices. I found four people in the living room, sitting on the couches and holding the Inheritance books.

It was Jay, Rhys, and my friends Anje and Angie. (No, they are not related in this story or real life.)

"Okay. Mom and dad left a while ago, and they shouldn't be back for a few hours." Jay said.

"We can talk about Onyx without worrying now." Rhys spoke, "So we all know that she is probably not in this world anymore. As soon as she left, she began showing up in this book." My sister held up a copy of Eldest.

"And eventually, Brisingr. So she's moving on. But nobody else is making the connection between this Onyx and our Onyx. Who we all know is the same person. I even checked all the websites, official and fan, and it's like she's been there since the release of book two." My brother continued.

Anje looked jelaous, and Angie just looked sad. My semi-depressed friend said, "But why is it that we are the only ones who realize she is the same person? And that the books are changing all the time? Every minute?"

"I think it's the voice-thing. Whatever that is, it's keeping anyone else from recognizing the similarities or the changes. I wonder why only we notice..." Rhys wondered.

Suddenly, Anje broke out laughing. "What is it?" Jay asked.

"She's - Onyx is - oh, god, she's right here in the room!" I realized she had been leafing through Brisingr.

"What?" Everyone else spoke.

"I - yeah. Um, good luck, stop looking, I'm fine, and goodbye!" I spoke nervously. The people in the room had heard me, but before anyone managed to calm down enough for a reply, I woke up.

Now that was an awkward moment. Good thing I didn't have to explain...

But you will eventually. Vrangr said.

Oh?

That voice, Mani, seems to have the intent of sending you back home.

You know I couldn't leave this place.

But many times you have promised to explain. If you never go back, they will never know.

I understand...But what happens happens, right? Wondering won't get us anywhere.

True. And with that, my dragon severed our contact.

When I was ready to go and meet Nasuada, I headed out. The camp was starting to wake, a but it was still not very loud. Yet.

I set off in the direction of the command pavilion. But before I could get there, a small boy with golden eyes and messy black hair stepped in my path.

"Dragon Rider." He said in a strangely low voice.

"Solembum?" I guessed.

"You are correct."

"What is it? I have to go and see Nasuada soon."

"I want you to meet someone. Come." He turned and walked off. I followed.

The werecat led me to a slightly deserted part of the camp. The tents were spread out farther, and the people walked past without looking at anyone. Some of them looked a bit familiar.

"This is the place where Du Vrangr Gata stays." That explained why everyone seemed so solemn.

"Who is it that you want me to meet?" I asked. Solembum nodded towards a bright ginger cat right in front of us. I hadn't noticed it before. There are other werecats in the Varden?

"You may call her Aiedail. She is one of my kin."

Hello, Dramura. A female voice spoke in my mind. I wondered how this werecat - for she was obviously a werecat - knew the name that Mani called me. Us werecats are creatures of prophecy, young Rider. There is little we do not know. I especially have a talent for seeing what is to be. That is how I came by my name.

Is there something you wish to tell me? I asked.

Only to be careful. Watch the skies, Onyx. They are the first heralds of danger.

I glanced upward nervously. Oh, not now. Aiedail said, But remember that shapes in the clouds are not always the imaginings of a child.

And with that, she departed. Solembum followed.

God, was that strange...I thought while continuing on my way.

But I had a feeling that Aiedail had been right.

Sorry about the lack of action!
I really didn't know how to tie up this chap,
And I didn't want to cut the Elva thing in half,
So I inserted the random meeting!
And I think that this new OC will come back...
But watch out for updates of my other fics!
I have a few chapters that are almost ready!
R&R!