I just got back from Sandusky today, so the first thing I do, start writing! Well, not true. The first thing I ACTUALLY did was check my TV for the recording of Booyakashowdown, but apparently the power went out, and IT'S NOT THERE! I NEED to see it so bad, but don't say anything. No spoilers! I already gave myself the biggest one ever from reading the trivia section of the episode on TMNTpedia. Tomorrow is the next showing. So if you were going to mention something from the episode, DON'T! Lalalalalalalalalalalala….

The turtles strolled through the forest, talking with their newfound friends. "So these Grey Folk," Donnie asked Eragon, "They wrote a magic language?"

"You could say that." Eragon replied, "The ancient language describes the true nature of the world, giving one who knows it the ability to manipulate it in a way that seems quite magical. Everything in existence has a true name, including you and me."

"So, are you gonna show us this magic, elf boy?" Raph said, earning him a whack from Leo.

Mikey cheered, "Yeah, show us, Eragon!"

"I am not sure if the ancient language applies here. Many things here are different than they are in Alagaesia." Eragon answered with a frown.

"There is one thing that will stay the same from one end of the universe to another." Saphira said, nosing Brisingr's hilt.

Eragon brightened, saying, "Of course, Saphira! Why didn't I think of that?"

"No one accused you of being intelligent." She said with a flippant grin. Eragon glared at her with mock anger and drew Brisingr from its scabbard.

"Ooh….pretty." Mikey murmured, staring at Brisingr along with his brothers.

"This is my sword, named the ancient word for fire." Eragon said, flipping Brisingr in his hand in a show-off way, nearly cutting himself multiple times, "Now let me show you what I can do." Eragon thrust the blade in the air, shouting, "Brisingr!" Suddenly, the sword lit in a blazing powder-blue inferno of flickering flame.

"Come on, that has to be fake." Raph said, sticking a finger into the flame and onto the blade. He drew back yelping, the end of his finger a sickly darkened red. Eragon muttered a few indiscernible words, healing Raph's burn and quenching Brisingr's blaze as quickly as it had started. He went to sheath it, but quickly hefted it again when he, Saphira, and the turtles noticed a rustling in the bushes. A large tan hand with cream spikes flashed between the leaves. A maroon tail and a large three-toed robotic foot attempted to slink unseen through the bushes.

"Dogpound! Fishface!" Leo exclaimed. A tawny muzzle appeared from the woods, followed by a muscled ocher body and puce fish with robotic legs.

"Looks like we've been caught." Fishface said, "What do we do now?"

"We do what Master Shredder and his friend would want us to do," Dogpound answered, smashing his fist into his open hand, "Kill the boy and his dragon."

Dogpound tackled Eragon, pinning him to the ground easily. "Hmph. I thought Master Shredder said this boy would be a challenge." He said releasing Eragon's arm and preparing a death blow. Eragon drew Brisingr and slashed at the dog man's hand, nearly slicing it off. As Dogpound stumbled backwards, startled, Eragon leapt up with incredible speed. Leo ran up next to him and slid out both his katana.

"What is that thing?" Eragon asked.

"Dogpound." Leo answered, "He works for the Shredder. He's a dog mutant. He's like us, but he's a dog, and he's evil, and he was a human, and he's like thirty years older."

"Pleased to meet you, Eragon." Dogpound growled, bowing with one hand in front of him.

"Wait, he knows my name?!" Eragon exclaimed, "How does he know my name?!"

"That Galbatorix guy you were talking about probably teamed with the Shredder." Donnie said, dashing behind Eragon and Leo, Fishface hot on his tail.

"Of course!" Leo shouted, "That's who Shredder's 'friend' is!"

"What's the deal with this Galba-whatever guy anyway?" Mikey asked Eragon, zipping in front of him while hammering a Foot ninja.

"Galbatorix." Saphira corrected, incinerating a dozen ninja.

"Whatever!" Mikey replied, "Let's just call him Galbo!"

"He was once a Dragon Rider, but his dragon was slain by Urgals." Eragon explained while simultaneously dodging Dogpound's blows, "When the Riders wouldn't award him another; he went mad and sought revenge on them. Now they are all dead, and Galbatorix controls Alagaesia with an iron fist. Shruikan, Saphira, and Thorn are the only living dragons left." Eragon, fed up with evading Dogpound's sorely-aimed punches, kicked him in the gut and sent him flying into a thick tree.

He pointed Brisingr at the dog's heart, ready to send it straight through, when Leo screamed, "What are you doing?!" Eragon hesitated, quickly paralyzing Dogpound with a sentence in the ancient language.

"Are you crazy?!" Raph exclaimed, "We aren't gonna KILL him!"

"Why not?" Eragon said, pointing his sword over his shoulder when Dogpound fidgeted. There was no doubt in Dogpound's mind that Eragon's aim would be just as perfect over his shoulder as it would facing forward.

"Because…." Leo said, searching for a good explanation, as Eragon was obviously from a place where it was considered alright to "finish the job", "Because it wrong!"

"Not to mention illegal." Donnie added, holding his Bo staff horizontally with Fishface's teeth sunk in it.

"Hmm….then what do I do with him?" Eragon asked.

"Let him go." Raph said, "We'll deal with him later."

"This makes no sense, but alright." Eragon said, releasing the creature. Dogpound started to lunge forward, but was deterred by Eragon's sword. He ran away howling. Saphira, who had been silently watching the battle, plucked Fishface off the ground and threw him into the distance. His screams softened as he flew off. A shiver-inducing thump was heard. The remaining Foot stared at Saphira and rushed away.

"Why were you going to kill Dogpound, Eragon?" Donnie asked, eyeing Brisingr a bit more warily than he did before.

"I do not know what is customary here, but in Alagaesia, a battle is finished when your opponents are dead." Eragon said, sheathing Brisingr. The turtles spotted a few drops of blood on the blade.

"Yes, you two-leg-round-ears sure do love to commit murder." Saphira said.

Raph, with a nervous gaze, said slowly, "Okay, but while you're here, let's try not to kill anyone."

"Agreed." Saphira and Eragon said unanimously. "What are we gonna do about Shredder teaming with Galbo?" Mikey asked, hanging upside down from a tree, "If that Galbo dude's got a dragon, I don't think turtle power's gonna cut it."

"I would be happy to help." Saphira said, "Our meeting seems to be fated with Galbatorix's destruction."

"If Saphira wishes to help, I help too." Eragon said.

"So, are we like a team now or something?" Mikey asked.

"I suppose." Eragon answered.

"We don't need any help." Raph grumbled, "We can beat Shredder and his miserable little friend all by ourselves." No one had heard or acknowledged him. They were cheering and high three/four/five-ing, Mikey tackle/hugging. Raph sighed, saying, "Really. It's like I'm invisible."

"Consider it done." A voice hissed.

"What? What's going on?!" Raph said in a panicky voice. Suddenly, without a slightest trace, Raph vanished.

I know, killer cliffhanger, but I want to see if anyone can guess who took him. Here's a hint; it wasn't Galbatorix. Good luck!