YYY-Roran-YYY

"Eragon, this can't go on, it's too…" Roran gulped. Hurtful? He looked at Katrina and stroked an escaped strain of hair behind her ear. "Dangerous," he finished finally.

Eragon didn't answer, just stared into the fire.

"Eragon?"

Katrina put her finger on his lips. "He's thinking!" she whispered. Was he? Roran wasn't so sure. Eragon was gripping onto the branch of a nearby tree, hanging off it, putting all his weight in that one hand and staring deep into the fire. What did the boy see? Boy? Roran snorted. Eragon was definitely not a boy any more, he'd seen too much. Was that what he was thinking about at that moment?

YYYYY-Misty-YYYYY

Misty shook her head at the memory. She had fallen unconscious? Or pretended to at the least, she wasn't sure. When she had opened her eyes, Katrina had been gone.

She chewed her pencil, staring at the pile of homework in front of her. The darkness of her room enveloped her back and the lamp on her desk let out a warm yellow glow from which the darkness shrank. There was something quite comforting about the darkness. Misty swivelled around in her chair to face it.

Darkness.

"It's weird," Misty said aloud. Great now she was talking to herself, what next? Hearing voices? Paranoia? Hallucinations? Oh well, it was comforting, "It's as though all the characters I read about, just appear for no reason what so ever, for example, I was reading about Roran being reunited with Katrina, and there she was! Right in the cafeteria!" who was she telling this? "It's just my imagination of course, coincidence…" why did her voice sound so unsure?

"Oh my!"

Misty almost fell out of her chair.

"Well, thank heavens for that, I thought it would never happen to me!"

The boy that had suddenly appeared in her room was tall, brown eyed and brown haired and a few years older than Misty.

"Let's guess, ERAGON?" Misty sighed to herself.

The boy looked at her and it took her a while to realise why.

"Seriously?" Misty's mouth fell open in disbelief. "But…but…but,"

She leapt up and threw herself against the boy. "NO!" slapping, kicking and throwing punches, she reached her wall and put the light on.

"What the hell was that for?" Eragon yelled, cupping his nose with his hand. Red liquid was dripping out from between the gaps. Misty handed him a tissue, which he viewed quizzically and then held to his nose.

Misty sat down on her bed. Her head was buzzing, her thoughts had stopped, and she had stopped. WHAT ON EARTH WAS GOING ON? She stared at the floor. Then she giggled. She had Eragon, E-R-A-G-O-N in her room! Wait until Florence heard about that! Misty decided to absorb all of Eragon's features. Pointy ears, high cheek bones, distinct jaw bones…

Eragon tapped his nose and then looked at the tissue and around the room. Misty pointed at the bin in the corner. Eragon threw it.

"Why did you bring me here?" Eragon exploded after a while. Misty blinked away her dreamy admiration.

"Err…WHAT?"

"Why did you bring me here and then attack me?" Eragon lengthened the question.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, I did NOT bring you here, and I wasn't ATTACKING you…I was just…checking if you were real!"

Eragon glared at her and made a face as though she were either absolutely thick or insane. Now that wasn't fair! He was the one who was appearing from books! Misty wanted to hit him again. Forget his brave, wise profile, he was an absolute…

Eragon sighed and sat down on a tiny chair.

"Look, I don't know who is doing it, but people keep disappearing and reappearing, and it's resulted in several near-death experiences,"

He wasn't so bad…

"So do you know anything about it? Or is it you? You…"

He was horrible!

"What's your name again?"

Ehem…

"Uh… Er- I mean Flor- … I mean… Misty," she stuttered, more than a little confused. "Misty," she repeated. Eragon nodded and resumed questioning.

"So, DO you know anything about it?" Misty shook her head.

"No… Except that you keep appearing at awkward moments, while I'm reading… Uhm… Brisingr?" She rushed out the last word, hoping Eragon wouldn't notice, but he, of course, with his elven hearing, did.

He jumped up and once again pulled out his sword, pointing it at her again. She didn't even flinch. Drawing an invisible line in the air with his sword before her cheek, he growled.

"How did you know…hey why aren't you scared?"

Misty closed her eyes and pushed her eyelids with her fingers in frustration.

"Because…" she explained slowly "as long as I can convince myself I am dreaming, which I am, it means you can't hurt me,"

She opened her eyes and realised Eragon was staring at the book next to her. The book with the golden dragon. The book of Eragon. The book of brilliance, great sentences and the best characters…okay now she was kind of drifting away. Pulling herself back to reality…or at least the reality of her 'dream', she also noticed the twisted expression on Eragon's face as he lifted up the book and read the first few pages. It was a mixture of horror, disgust, amusement and confusion.

"What is this?" he whispered then "have you been…watching me?"

Misty scowled and groaned, man this boy was thick. "Yeah, 'course, I've been leaping in and out of Alagaesia, following you around, oh and also, my code name is Christopher Paolini!" she admitted sarcastically.

Eragon stared at her wide eyed.

Misty groaned louder. "Of course not! You're a blooming fictional character who has for SOME reason appeared in my ROOM!"

Eragon continued to stare at her then he burst out laughing. "HAHAHAHAHA! A…a…a fictional- HIHIHIHIHI! Fictional…HAHAHA! CharactAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he hit himself on the head, then bent his knees, slapped them and eventually collapsed on the floor in a hysterical fit of laughter. Finally, once he was finished rolling around on the floor, he turned to Misty.

"You're serious, aren't you?" Yet another burst of laughter later, he asked Misty to explain herself.

This is going to be a lo-ooooong night…