Disclaimer: Sorry for not putting this up for the last two chapters, but don't sue me because you know I don't own Eragon/Eldest characters and you're wasting your time...yadda, yadda, yadda.

Hmm...I wonder where I can get some more? Eragon thought, while surveying his surroundings. Tufts of grass dotted the area, crawling up the trees like ivy. Bright flashing colors poked through the forest in the distance, and the pile of mossy rocks where he found the fluffy morsel gleamed in the sunlight.

Ooooooo...Pretty colors. I want to touch it! Eragon raced towards the bright flashing colors, all the while thinking, Prettyprettypretty... Eragon was so focused on the 'pretty colors' that he didn't notice when a tree came in his path and attacked him.

Eragon skidded back ten feet and fell flat on his butt, his vision swimming in circles.

"Whoa...what was that for?" He asked the tree angrily, shaking his fist.

The tree didn't answer.

That sure is one rude tree, Eragon thought. He advanced on the tree, and shouted, "Just who do you think you are?" Again the tree didn't answer.

Why doesn't the tree answer? Eragon thought, thoroughly put out. "Stupid tree!" he grumbled, and leaped forward, delivering a blow to the middle of the tree.

Well, this didn't do anything to help. All Eragon got was a severe pain in his foot. Eragon howled, cursing in both languages, hopping up and down and banging into the other trees around him. Eragon tripped on a loose root, and did a sort of pirouette before falling flat on his face, sore toe and all.

Eragon spat out dirt and leaves, muddied all over and glared at the tree.

"I'll teach you a lesson!" Eragon bellowed and put his palm out, gedewy ignasia tingling.

"Brisingr!"

At the last second, a mirror popped out of the tree, bouncing the spell light back towards Eragon, and throwing him a thousand feet in the air, backwards, towards the pile of rocks.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-heywaitI'mflying!-HHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The pile of rocks weren't your average pile of rocks. They piled up on top of each other and led to a pyramid like formation. At the top, there was a deep hole that led who knows where underground.

Eragon fell at an alarming rate, smack down, right into the hole.

Eragon looked around him, thinking, Well that wasn't so bad. When the dust and rubble had cleared, he glanced anxiously around him and groaned.

He had landed, butt first, into the hole, and was in an awkward predicament. His body was curved up in a 'U' formation, with his feet and shoulders almost parallel to each other. There were worse things. A gash had erupted across his shoulders, and was bleeding profusely.

Before he slipped into unconsciousness, Eragon realized something that would complicate the situation even more. Something that would be a source of hilarity for the tree, (if it could laugh), and the author. Shoulder throbbing, and dizziness engulfing him, Eragon's last thought was:

I'm stuck.

Hahaha! Eragon's stuck in a pile of rocks!

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