Hey guys! Sorry for not updating too much! Did say this was gonna be a part time fic! Listen. Maybe I did not make myself clear in the last chapter. What I meant by pre-Eragon was that Eragon tells Paolini his story and C.P. decides to try writing it as a book. Sorry for the confusion. If I do that, it will work out a bit different. But if I do it post eldest, I may just make it so that Eragon has to deal with fan girls and stuff. One more little twist will happen should I do that. Oh and please do assume that most of Angela's prediction has happened already. Well, better work on this chappy now.

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Quite, Saphira! I can't hear what they're saying! Eragon said. The dragon beside him had been shifting uneasily next to them since they had hid near Galbatorix's camp nearly three hours ago behind a large boulder. They had decided that without knowing more about what Galbatorix had done with them, they could not undo it or have any hope of getting out of here and back to the final battle of Alagaesia.

"So, where are we again?" Murtagh asked. He was stretched out on a strange chair with his foot on a log. Thorn was curled up around the chair protectively. Murtagh's clothes were odd. He wore a thin, mildly loose, button up, short sleeved shirt. Several shades of red its length and all the buttons were open, exposing a white shirt with no sleeves and a low neckline. He wore bluish grey pant which fit loosely around his waist. A brown belt clung around his waist with a large, dragon emblem belt buckle His arm now wore a new scar as well, an obvious testimony to his latest rebel. On his emotionless face, Eragon could see a small example of the pain he must have felt.

"I told you a thousand times!" Galbatorix shouted as Eragon observed his choice of dress, much different then in Uru'baen. His clothes were a loose black shirt with a strange emblem on them and similar pants to Murtagh only darker. He wore no crown. No jewels. No radiant flowing black robe. Nothing remotely like the man Eragon almost killed. In fact it was rather comical to see the king like that. Shruikan was not but thirty feet away with a crude looking color around his throat. "This world is called Earth. No magic exists in this world. This is why we're here. The way your brother came disables his magic; though slowly. We'll have to wait to execute our plan for his magic to run out." Galbatorix rolled his eyes at the arrogant teen.

"But he still has Saphira, doesn't he?" Murtagh hid a grin as he said this. Eragon had an idea of what he was going to say next…

"Yes, but once again, I partially anticipated this. There were only two ways it could go, and, because of you, it went the harder way. Though, still she too will have problems. Soon she'll be as brainless as any of the other beasts here. It'll all reverse when we bring him back to Uru'baen in chains." It almost seemed planned, what they had said. But was not confirmed; till, that is, Galbatorix looked right at their hiding place with a menacing, all knowing grin.

He sees us! Eragon said to Saphira. He looked over to see said dragon was cleaning herself. Through her eyes, he saw every word was true. She was dumbing down as Eragon became unable to use magic. This can't happen, Saphira. We have to resist it!

Ah, but it is. And, I'm afraid you can't. He felt an evasive presence in his mind and stiffened, aware of whom it was. He surveyed the camp to see Galbatorix gone. Who has the upper hand now? His eyes budged as they set themselves on a black smudge high above them in the early light blue day lit sky. His eyes knew it to be Shruikan. With a deep bellow, the dragon dove through the clouds towards them, teeth bared for attack.

Saphira! Galbatorix! We have to go now! His dragon had been blowing spit bubbles, but stiffened at his words. He knew she still understood; for the most part. Swinging his leg into the saddle, he tied himself in as Saphira's wings unfolded. Let's go! He said as she reared and plunged into the air as if it were water.

Quickly they lost sight of the camp as the breeze whipped past their faces; but never the black smudge. It followed, easily keeping pace with the blue dragon while slowly gaining. Saphira roared as if cussing as another, smaller red dot appeared next to it. Eragon did something to a similar affect. The mid morning breeze on Eragon's face was the only thing in which kept him from breaking into a heavy sweat.

The mountains neared as they flew as fast as they could; land ripping from beneath them. With an extra burst of speed, Saphira plunged into a thick forest on the foot hills of the mountain. Hopefully they would not dare follow.

Eragon gasped as his body took several heavy blows to his chest as the tough branches hit him while they plummeted from the canopy to the forest floor. Suddenly a sickening crack was heard as a thick branch swished past his torso. He reached his hand down to the injury. It came back up with a pure red liquid on it. Blood. Pain over whelmed him as they landed heavily on the forest floor; stirring the leaves. He untied his legs from the saddle, falling to the ground as he took a mouthful of dirt. He felt ready to throw up. Unable to hold it in anymore, he let it out. But instead of vomit, a long, painful to even watch stream of blood came from his mouth. He plummeted to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain.

Saphira nuzzled him, gently licking the blood off his chest with her rough tongue in hopes of keeping him awake for a while and perhaps allowing him to get over it and heal himself. He gasped for air like a fish out of water. She tried to reach her magic, in hopes of saving him. But it wasn't working… It always had before! He had to get over it…

He gave a coarse scream as his body continued its violent shaking. Suddenly, he began to slow. Soon, he lie there gasping as he tried desperately to stay awake.

Slowly, colors began to blur as his whole world faded into black. Last thing he heard was Saphira's deep growl and indiscernible shouts.

Sorry, a remnant from Evermore's drama show there. But it was necessary. I think I'm going to make a hell of a lot of twists as I usually do. But don't worry. Next chapter they are finally going to meet some more people from our world. It'll go over okay for Eragon. For Murtagh, okay. But I have plans for Galbatorix to get in a fight with a police officer! So, till then,

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