So, anyone remember this old story? The one where a OC of mine comes from our world and into the world of the Inheritance Cycle story? Yeah, I've brought it back. I intend on making it worth a read. Plus, there may be big changes to the storyline since the OC has future knowledge of events to come due to reading all four books, so... yeah, look forward to that.

Now I don't have much to say except that the pairing is OC/Saphira and the story begins in the first book.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Inheritance Cycle. I only own the OC.

"Oof!" I grunted as I got bumped to the side by a tall figure, almost dropping my copy of Eragon while my backpack containing my copies of the other three books of the series slipped off my shoulder to the ground, I yelled at the tall guy indignantly, "Hey, watch it!"

"Sorry Michael, I didn't see you there," Nick said as he picked up my backpack and handed it to me. The subtle cut about my height was expected. After all, being the shortest kid in my class, despite being the oldest as well, had its drawbacks. I'd been picked on for years, both for being short and being what some might call "the class nerd". This treatment had faded as I progressed through high school, and had pretty much disappeared as I began my senior year, but the occasional jab at my size was expected now and then. I had long since learned to ignore it, standing up for myself whenever something happened to belittle me (ha ha).

Nick spoke again as I retrieved my heavy backpack from his grasp, "Man, Mike, what do you have in there, bricks?"

"Nah, just the books of the Inheritance Cycle," I answered. He gave me a blank look. "The Eragon series," I said, as if explaining to a little child, which was the only way to get through to him when he had his daily "brain lapses".

"Oh right, I forgot. That was a cool movie!" Nick said, breaking into his classic 'I feel stupid' grin.

"NO!" I yelled, "THEY BUTCHERED IT! I'll tell you WHY it SUCKED! One: FEATHERS ON SAPHIRA! Two: THEY SKIPPED 2 MONTHS OF STORY PLOT! THREE: THEY…"

"Calm down Mike, you're making a scene." Nick said, raising his hands in a calming gesture. Sure enough, several groups of people had stopped to watch my rant. Now that I'd been stopped, they moved about their own business. Peter, Jaymes, and Anthony ("Stoker") walked up to Nick and I.

Peter was chuckling, "Man, Mikey, you really went crazy for a second there! Fogot how much of a hate boner you have for that movie." This was quite the remark, coming from the senior "most likely to get away with murder" and a close second in the category of "most likely to pull a prank on you". He was also very, very weird. Stoker nodded, his red-tinted, prescription sunglasses flashing in the midday sun.

Jaymes was a bit more understanding. "It's okay Michael, most of us just lose it now and then….TV IS GOODER THAN BOOKS!" he finished, yelling the last part. Did I mention that Jaymes and Peter were also neck-and-neck in the "who's crazier?" race.

Mr. Russell and his magnificent beard walked by, wearing, as always in his Cincinnati Bengals jacket. We watched him go by.

"He could curb-stomp a bear off a building and the ASPCA wouldn't give a crap…" I said, in awe of his amazing facial hair. Mr. Russell just had an amazing beard; and, coupled with his deep, gravelly voice, he was one of the most intimidating, awesome teachers in school.

Mr. McDaniel walked back towards us as the bell rang to start the class. I passed it like I usually did: creating formats in which to put pictures once we got any for the freshmen pages. All the while, I was sneaking my usual peeks into my Gmail account for review emails on my Fanfiction stories, like I usually did.

The day soon came to an end. College was finished for the day, and I was now heading to the library, just to have a piece of quiet to read my books. I have always been a big fan of the Inheritance Cycle series, read the four books over and over again as the story keeps you interested and going, wanting to know more.

I was walking down the street towards the library, just off the main street when all of a sudden, my iPod began acting weird. The voice of the narrator began speaking words that I knew, FOR A FACT, were not in the book. They sounded like blurred versions of words in the ancient language. I caught part of one word: Skulblaka, and then another: Moi. Then everything around me blurred, becoming a muddle of colors, the CHP building to my left pitched and tilted as I fell to the ground, my entire body on feeling as though it was on fire. Everything went black.

When I awoke, I felt sore everywhere and my eyes felt like they were being held down by boulders. I tried to get up but noticed the shift of weight about my body. Did I get fat all of sudden? Once I was on my feet I immediately fell down on grass…

Wait… grass? The blurs soon transformed in figures and shapes. I was… in a forest? Or rather, I caught on how the location I was seemed out of trees, the grass, bushed and branches looked burned. It was like a circle, and the forest started from every angle.

What the fuck? Am I in Amazonia or something like that? And why everything looks… smaller?

I tried to get up but failed again. I groaned in desperation and took a look at my body to see what the problem was… my blood turned cold…

I had scales…

W-what? What the fuck?! By the structure I mistook my body to be one of a dog. But giving a closer inspection I had indeed a tail, but the silver scales seemed to be of a reptile or something close to it. I had claws, a… rather fat underbelly (Thank God mom wasn't here) and-

Holy shit! I sprinted behind me and collided with a tree in the process. Once the pain both physical and masculine went away, I glanced to my left shoulder.

I had wings…

They looked real. Hell, if I scooped closer to the sun I could see tiny veins on 'em. I tried to extend them to get a closer look but failed, it was like trying to raise a tool with telekinesis. I gave up soon fater, realizing how futile my attempts were.

What's going on?! I heard water in the distance, looks like my hearing was improved. Water? I could use it as a mirror… without thinking twice I bolted for my next destination, too bad I still hadn't control over my movements and fell with my face on the grass.

I spit dirt and other things, I caught even a glimpse of sharp teeth. What the fuck was I?

After trying many times I was finally able to walk a few steps without impacting with something, even if the improvement was about holding whatever tree or branch I could find to stabilize my height.

This is bullshits! Without thinking I suddenly let out a loud growl. I stopped and "frowned". Ok, I have to find out what the fuck is going on, at all costs

I actually found a river along the way, the forest was divided in two by it. A pack of deers looked at me and ran away in fear, they were drinking the water from the other side. I just snorted. Animals with no balls…

I padded over the side, my tail slashing at whatever it found along the way. I braced myself with a deep breath and looked down. My… maw fell open.

What stared back at me... was a dragon.

I... I was a dragon!

I'm a fucking dragon!

What the hell is going on?! I yelled, trying to do it out loud but all that came out was a roar that made birds fly away.

Seriously, what the hell is going on?

Now originally I was going to go with having Michael's dragon appearance be black-scaled, like a black-scaled version of Smaug or something, but then I remembered that there's already a black-scaled dragon in the series, even though he's an enemy. There seems to be a theme going. Saphira's blue, Glaedr's golden, Thorn is red, Shurikan is black and Firnen is green, so I made mine silver.

Basically think of a silver-scaled version of Smaug with silver eyes, but smaller, around Saphira's size before she, Eragon and Brom left Eragon's farm.