Author's note 1:

READ THIS! READ THIS! READ THIS! READ THIS!

So, uh, this will be a story on Inheritance Cycle but this is going to take at least 3 or 4 years because i'm basically starting to read the books and I only discovered Eragon by watching the movie as a kid.

The only thing I require of you is: be patient. And the only thing I can offer in return is decent-good grammar and decent-good description from other stories with shitty plot.

Enjoy!

Same dreams as always, not exciting but neither boring…

I opened my eyes and let the lights of my room blind me for a few seconds, yesterday I had to study all the fucking night and now I'm exhausted… I probably shouldn't have drink all that Red-Bull to maintain me on my feets but what's done is done.

I rubbed my face and tasted acid in my mouth, I rushed in my bathroom and spit the yellowish mass in the toilet. I HATED morning's wake ups, they always make you feel like shit, and to keep me up I had to do this life.

I washed my face and wake up properly. I opened my wardrobe and quickly chose a red shirt with grey jeens, perhaps you would say that it's not a wise combination of colors but I never gave a fuck on what i wear. For me it's enough having something to wear instead of shopping like those cheerleaders do in the movies.

I took my already filled bag and went downstairs. Before I got in the kitchen to say "bye" to my parents, for school I mean eh, my cellphone ringed. I huffed and carefully accepted the call, if my parents saw me this early chatting with my friend they would be mad.

"Hello?" I asked with my still-raspy voice, yesterday was so shitty my voice died down as I slept, even the simple things could get me angry with it comes to that. And I could be a great asshole if I get mad, trust me.

"Hey, Jason! Listen uh… I wanted to ask you something before we meet at school, you know something pretty quick we can do with phones" I blinked uniterested but listened aniway, usually when Mark has one of his "ideas" either the school gets blown up or the Third World War begins.

"And what is it?" I wanted to end this as soon as possible, you can tell it by the way I asked.

"Uh, have you… ever read the Inheritance Cycle?" I stopped checking if I had everything in my bag and pondered his sudden question. Either Mark was up to something (he always is) or he wants to to have SERIOUS informations on the books, they were in fact one of my favourites.

I decided to trust him for once. "Yea I did…" i searched my memory for the right time. "…I was what? Eight? I mean the last time I read one of the books, hell I could even tell you how many hairs has Brom's ass. I remember almost everything of that book…" I basically analyzed every single page and took a picture of each one, they are in my mind now.

He snickered on the other end. "I bet you could…" he just breathed for a few seconds and I was about to ask him what was wrong when he beat me. "…listen, I've actually got the books here and my mother wants me to clean what I don't use anymore. Even if you already know the story, could you take them? I'm even not going to ask you for money…"

Normally any kind of person would jump at this opportunity but I wasn't one of them. "What are you up to, Mark?" the question came out as annoyed and I hadn't time to play his games, not when i'm this grumpy.

"What? I'm not up to anything! I just need your help for some books which, for your luck, are ones you like! Would you help me, Jason?" on one hand I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, it wasn't the right time to ask for favors. However on the other hand they were just books and seeing how summer was close (fortunatly the exam will be on the next year) I could kill some time reading Eragon's adventures.

"Sure, why the hell not?"

"Alright, Mark. Meet me after school and we can get this shit done fast. Don't be late…" I ended the call before he could talk again and got inside the kitchen.

My mother was washing dishes while my father was preparing himself for work, he was a lawyer.

"Hey, kid, you're up…" Dad greeted me with a small hug and I reciprocated a bit embarassed. I'm 17 years old and still treat me like a child, this is way they always say 'No matter what age you''l be, you will always be our baby'. Overall it was good to know that I will always have their attention, but when maturing you need to have your spaces.

"Listen, Dad, I'm meeting after school with Mark. He has some books I need to take, can I use your car?" my parents had 2 cars, the first was my dad's it was pretty cool and fast. While my mother preferred small ones because she can hyperventilate when driving.

Dad shrugged. "Sure, why not? I had to take your mother's car to wash aniway..." he pointed a finger under my chin. "…just remember to not cause an accident again, alright?" I nodded and he handed me the keys.

I quickly saluted them both and rushed, I didn't want to be late after all.

Driving was refreshing for me…

Of course I didn't have the license yet, but my father decided to let me drive because he thinks i'm "responsible enough". A lot of bullshits for a 17 years old kid, but lucky for him I was a catious person.

I quickly parked the thing and got out, checking my clock in the process. I phewed. "I'm actually early of 5 minutes! Incredible!" I stopped dead in my tracks when I remembered a little detail.

For the first hour I had philosophy…

"FUCK!" I exclaimed.

Being at school at the end is a pain in the ass, you've got plenty of interrogations and the proferssors breath on your neck. I was always preapred for the worst, nothing could stop me from enjoying summer, not even these idiots who are supposed to "teach" us.

In the end school finished and Me and Mark met near my car. "You know…" I started. "…this looks like one of those movies where you send me (the customer) drugs and then police comes to arrest us"

He snorted and got me the books. "Here: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr and Inheritance…" he pointed at each book with the name "…have fun!" he ran away and i wawed at his retreating form.

I threw the books in my car and headed for home. Do you remember when I said that summer was close? Well, today was hell and I got interrogated in 3 hours of 5, but vacation starts tomorrow! This was the last day and I fucking rocked the professors! I answered every question correctly!

"YEA BABY! VACATION HERE I COME!" I pratically punched the clackson multiple times, I was finally free for 3 months!

When I told the news to my parents they erupted in claps and told me that I was (partially) free from there on.

I spent the afternoon reading things on the Internet and playing video games. It was good to finally have some free fucking time!

When evening came I decided to finally read the books, it was time for me to re-surf my childhood.

I was afraid at first, I already knew everything of the book and I could skip some pages because annoyed.

"Fuck this! This is my childhood!" I jumped on my bed and opened the first book. The prologue was always the first exciting thing which gave me the boost to keep reading, and I'm talking about Eragon eh.

However after the first 5 pages I felt sleepy. I gave my face a slight slap trying to keep me awake and continue reading, but there was some kind of force who was winning.

Slowly but certanly, my eyes closed and i blacked out…

Author's note 2:

I'm not very good at prologues but consider this as a taste of my grammar and descriptions of the enviromnent and people's toughts.

Also i'm not making Jason go to Alagaesia by dying or by some portal.

Nah, something simple and fantasy-like.

By sleeping and waking up there: If you hadn't notice it yet.

Fiamma out!