-italic= either a Flash back or when a story is spoken (though I'm not sure whether I'll use the second option again)

-'italic' =thoughts and thought speaking.

-bold=Definition of a word

Awaking sharply Eragon rubbed his eyes 'what... where?' Suddenly he shot up and banging his head on the roof of the smaller and plusher room he was in. The floors were covered in various pelts of animals with many colours and breeds, many of which he couldn't recognise nor even fathom.

Rubbing his head once the pain had settled into a mild and annoying ache he remembered. Saphira. 'Saphira!' He frantically called, trying to reach her from the strange place he had been placed in 'Saphira!' But alas he couldn't reach her, knowing this he began scrambling across the small cave over a large red orange dog-like mammals pelt; he followed it from head to tail towards the only entrance he could see. Stumbling over the many folds and tripping head first onto the floor where the pelts stopped at the entrance, hitting his head on the hard rock floor.

Rubbing his head in pain once again he began dragging himself along the hallway/tunnel that continued from the entrance to the cave he had been inside. The tunnel grew ever tighter around him making him wonder whether this was a trap or just badly constructed, but eventually the tunnel came to an end showing another larger cavern much like the one he had just dragged himself from, however this one had a large grey-green reptilian pelt covering the floor thinly and a large circular table with a space in the middle cut out in which a large cooking pot and fire was letting a stew like substance simmer letting out a herby and gamey fragrance.

"grrrrrrgh" his stomach clenched as he let out an absentminded thought 'when was the last time I ate' ,so not really thinking it through or wondering why it was there he took a bowl from where they were placed conveniently on the table and filled it. He quickly drained the bowl and refilled it- repeating this several times- He settled down once again after eating and surveyed the cooking room? He had wondered into.

The room was much larger than the one from before and was roughly circular, with many grooves and strange symbols carved into the rock walls that were only interrupted to small shelves within the rock wall which contained many herbs like plant in either pots or jars, the ceiling high enough to take even Saphira.

This made him remember her and once again called for her Saphira! Saphira! And the response was immediate. A roar filtered down from above and so his head snapped immediately form its source. A large blue eye peered out of a window and Saphira's calming but agitated voice-thoughts washed down on him in a hurry. 'Eragon Finally! Help me out!' Eragon was baffled for a second before responding to her. 'Saphira what's wrong? Why are you trapped there?' It seemed so unlike her to get captured, and the strange man that lived in the cave didn't seem to mean any harm, I mean he did treat my injury's and gave me a comfortable place to sleep… how then? She huffed looking irritable and proudly lifted her head away from Eragon so he could only see the shiny scales on her neck.

'Saphira?' He asked, She ha obviously taken a large hit to her pride to act so quiet and… dare he say it… Childish. What had happened? He slowly reached out his hand to her neck before he began slowly stroking it. She let out a huff and a pleasured hum came out showing her pleasure at the action. 'Come on help me Saphira, what happened.' He slowly and calmly murmured to her. She once again huffed before turning to him, her clear sapphire eye peering out at him 'I jus-…' she didn't continue so Eragon nudged the skin around her eye that could be reached out the window, he huffed again before continuing 'I just … fell.' He peered at her for a second considering what she had just said before "he….he….HAHA HA PFT HAHAHA"* he burst out laughing.

In response Saphira growled menacingly before retorting 'WELL IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU!' She thundered within the reaches of his mind. 'If you hadn't been so stupid I wouldn't have to try to save you! And then I wouldn't have fallen down this strange shaft from the tip of the mountain!' He appeared embarrassed for a second 'Sorry Saphira… I guess I'll search this place for a way to get you out She nodded but Saphira why can't you just fly out the way you came?' He heard a growl before she answered 'I can't fly back because of those blasted bars in the way, there must be a mechanism around the cave system which opens it. So find it and free me!' Eragon nodded and stepped back to solute before rushing down the cave system "Now where is it?"

-Time skip?-

The many grottoes and hollows he found around the cave system were astounding. They varied in size from that of a closet to the size in which he could house dozens of even (golden dragon's name) sized dragons. And then there was the strange things the hollow contained, a large hot spring fitted with showers and constantly heated water, large bedrooms with beds large enough to carry several concubines*, large kitchens connected to humorous mess halls even large barracks containing coliseum-like training grounds which could hold large audiences.

Eventually however he did come across something, though not the escape not he was attempting to find. He quickly strode through his seventh mile long corridor. He quickly but silently (who knows what was hidden behind those doors?) pushed the stone door open, not even letting the hinges squawk and he was thankful that they were frequently oiled as once walking into the room he saw the back of a figure sitting on a small three legged stool in front of a slab of marble who was writing strange symbols onto a large scroll. He crept around the room quietly hoping to see the strange figure and through that whether he be friend or foe.

He slowly crept around the figure settling to the left side of him in a position in which he could see the figure's face and finally took a moment to inspect him. He had a strong but cultured jaw and face with light almost unnoticeable blond stubble, his strangely long spikey hair pulled up into a pony tail leaving two shorter strands framing his face. He (as he now knew the figure to be male) was lent over his work, his back covered in a long brown knitted jumper and black underclothes his feet covered by peculiar sandals made of a strange black material which was neither cloth, wood nor metal.

"Hmmm" he mumbled in contemplation… 'Haven't I seen this man before?' He thought back to where he could have possibly seen this figure. 'He is not an elf but he also does not seem like the average person' then quickly hiss mind snapped to his last thought before he got knocked out-

Slowly he opened his pained eyes seeing only a dark rough stone cave with a figure in the corner furthest from him whose shoulders were hunched and appeared to be concentrating carefully on something, his back covered in a black coat with orange flamed pattern flickering from the bottom, in large white lettering was written 'The sixth Hokage' just below his shoulder blades and long wild blond hair was trying to be controlled in a high ponytail.-

"YOU" he shouted at the man. It had an instantaneous effect, the man shot quickly around and threw some strange object that glinted in the candle light at him. Before he noticed he was pinned on the wall his feet half a metre from the ground and his body immobilised by what he assumed were the strange glinting objects. Slowly he tilted his head to inspect the objects seeing they were "Knives! You bastard were you trying to kill me and for that matter why am I even here!" the man turned around to him, locking his eyes to him showing that they were a clear blue to rival even Saphira's scales.

"Well look what would you do if you found someone knocked out after he fell through your wall, huh?" at that Eragon was slightly puzzled.

"You live here?" he pondered mostly to himself.

"Well yes. Now what exactly are you doing here?"

Peering to the side embarrassedly Eragon murmured a short "well… I fell…" The man stared at him incredulously for a moment before seeing the silence as a show that he wasn't lying "Pfhaha. Ok, Ok but what exactly where you doing skulking around my house for anyway?"

"Yes." He declared "I am looking for a way to free Saphira" the man looked puzzled for a moment and looked questioningly at him. "My dragon" He clarified.

"Nani?* Ooh yes a dragon, haven't had one of those get trapped for quite a while, pity it isn't a free one." He sighed making Eragon look curiously at the other man "Well sometimes animals get lost in the Hadarack desert and eventually stumble apon my humble abode… and well you know a man's gotta eat" he revealed with a apologetic smile.

"What?" Eragon was obviously appalled by the thought "How can you do such a thing! Dragons though they might look different are just as intelligent and loving as us! How could you kill one!"

The man's eyes darkened as he tilted his head forward placing his forehead in shadow "you. Boy. Have you never been hungry? Do you think it is often that food often wonders down to me? Have you never been attacked? Why would I not defend my home?"

Eragon found himself somewhat understanding, remembering his trek with Sloan where he had had to eat the small lizards, he found that he understood the need to eat according to the situation, he also assumed the strange man couldn't grow many crops excluding mushrooms underground. However he still found the thought of eating an intelligent creature repugnant.

"I guess that it is natural to do so. However I will have to retaliate if you attempt to do anything to Saphira. " he countered with a trace of menace in his tone at the final part.

The other figure only nodded slightly "I believe a real introduction is in order. I am Uzumaki Naruto, son of Minato. You?"

Eragon only smirked faintly "Eragon* son of Brom" he mimicked.

*About the laugh … you know when you know you shouldn't laugh but it just starts coming out in little bits until its full grown laughter?

*A concubine is a one in a group of women kept for the enjoyment of the emperor. (I dunno where this came from but when I write my vocabulary explodes :P)

*Nani is a thing that Japanese people sometimes say (I think) to express confusion and questioning… kinda like saying what?

*Does Eragon have a real surname because everyone in fanfics puts it as Rider… but that can't be right… right?

-(O.O)-A/N's ahead-(O.O)-

Also you know that big belief that Eragon had in brisinger where he shouldn't eat meat? I understand that when he eats the lizards he decides its ok in moderation. But in Inheritance it seems that Eragon eats meat at every opportunity! I wonder whether the author just forgot it or decided it was too much of a nuisance.

P.S. i can't make this better if no one reviews or PM's me sooooo help me improve the story!