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After getting used to the art of flying, and being a natural-born flier if I do say so myself but that's probably my new draconic pride speaking. Anyway, after getting the flying business done with, next came the other thing I was a little more hesitant about.

Hunting.

I knew that, as a dragon, I was an apex predator, with teeth and claws that could easily pierce through and rip apart flesh like it's wet paper, but I was still human at heart and yet I didn't feel all that disturbed at the fact that I would be hunting and eating animals like deer, bears, wolves, elk, whatever catches my interest. Maybe it's because humans also hunted animals, so I wasn't as disturbed as I thought I would be.

But killing them without eating them? That's something I refuse to do. One of the 'dark desires' the voice warned me about. Okay, shedding the blood of my enemies is something, but killing an animal without eating it? Why would I ever do that?

What, was I the Indominus Rex from Jurassic World or something?

I shook my head as I exited my cave and flew down to the woods below, blending in with the darkened areas thanks to my black-as-night scales. The sun was setting, so nightfall would be coming and I'd be perfectly camouflaged unless I outright make myself known to whatever is out at this time of night.

Having finally adjusted to using my heightened senses, far more better than a human's sense, I inhaled the smells in the air... and what do you know, there was the smell of prey not too far away from me.

As I began tracking the smell to it's source, my mind turned to my location. I still haven't figured out where I was, nor have I seen any signs of life... people, I mean. And I didn't dare fly too far just in case I do come across civilisation and they take a huge, flying dragon coming towards them the way anyone would when they see such a thing.

Meh, I'm sure I'll find out where I am soon enough. I knew this was not my world, since I vaguely recalled the voice saying 'another world is in need of my help and aid'. That was the only thing I had to conclude that I was not on my Earth.

Nevertheless, I put those thoughts to the back of my mind for now and focused on what I was doing right now.

The shadows perfectly blended in with me and if one were to stare, they'd think I was just a very darkened mass of the woods and not a dragon. If Assassin's Creed had dragons for assassins, I'd win the stealth game hands down.

The scent of my prey took me deeper into the woods, and I found some tracks to follow with my excellent eyesight. My hearing also picked up the light movements of my prey meters away... along with something else but I ignored it. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for, but I didn't just find a deer... I found a herd of them laying in the grass, completely unaware of the predator stalking them, ready to make a meal out of a couple of them.

I was read to lunge and make a meal out of a couple of them, when I stiffened as I felt... something. Something I've never felt before. It was in the air, yet it gained my attention. I didn't have time to think on it further when there was a blinding flash of light, followed by an explosion that shattered the silence of the night.

And I don't mean a Michael Bay explosion, I'm talking different.

The herd bolted, startled by the explosion and that's when I saw someone come out from between the trees, a human. A boy. He had to have been fifteen. Dark eyebrows rested above his intense brown eyes. His clothes were worn. A hunting knife with a bone handle was sheathed at his belt, and a buckskin tube protected his yew bow from the mist. He carried a wood-frame pack.

Why does he look familiar?

He slid to a stop and loosed an arrow at the bounding doe. It missed by a finger's breadth and hissed into darkness. He cursed and spun around, instinctively nocking another arrow.

I followed his gaze and saw, where the deer had been, smoldered a large circle of grass and trees. Many of the pines stood bare of their needles. The grass outside the charring was flattened. A wisp of smoke curled in the air, carrying a burnt smell. In the center of the blast radius lay a polished blue stone.

Wait a second...

You've gotta be kidding me! I thought to myself as I watched the boy, who I'm certain is who I think it is. This whole scene was easy for me to remember... because I read it in a book!

I was in the Inheritance Cycle world!

The boy was Eragon! And that stone... was the egg that will hatch into Saphira!

Okay, did someone visit my childhood and hear that stupid childish wish I had of being in this world and journey with Eragon and Saphira, fighting off the Empire together? I thought with a quiet huff.

I watched as Eragon stared at the egg for several moments, waiting to see if it was dangerous, before he released the arrow from his bow and moved forward. Moonlight cast him in pale shadow as he stopped before the stone. He nudged it with an arrow, then jumped back. Nothing happened, so he warily picked it up.

It's quite amusing to see someone so jumpy around something that can't even do him harm... at least not until she hatches and grows up.

The description of Saphira's egg in the book made it sound like the most beautiful thing created, and seeing it in person... if I didn't know it was a dragon egg, I'd call it the most beautiful stone in the world. Like a blue gem.

I watched Eragon leave with the egg, and my thoughts turned inward. Now that I knew what world I was in, the world of one of my favourite book series. If I had just seen Eragon as he found Saphira's egg, then that means I was in the Spine and had made my home deep within the mountains of the Spine. I was near Carvahall, but I didn't have a view of it from where my cave was located.

And with the plot of the first book underway, I'd have to be on my guard in the next two months as Saphira grows after she hatches. When she starts flying around, it wouldn't be long before she catches wind of my scent and comes searching.

But that was only a couple of months away, I'm sure I can plan my path before then.

But there's another thing that confuses me, why did the voice say this world needs my help and aid? Is it because of my knowledge? Because I know how things began and how it will end? If things stay on the right track, then it would still end as it would. With Galbatorix dead, his dragon dead, the Varden establishing a new government, and Eragon going off to restore the Dragon Riders.

So, where do I come in?

I shook my head, feeling a headache coming on the more I tried to think about this logically. I put the matters to the back of my mind for now.

I had a hunt to finish.


Sorry there wasn't much in this chapter, I was trying to come up with something for Michael to discover the world he was in. No, he did not know that he was in the Inheritance Cycle world until he saw Eragon and Saphira's egg, so now that he knows... he needs to figure out what to do now, he needs to figure out where he fits in to all of this, how this world 'needs his help and aid'.

Anyway, despite how short the chapter was, I hope you all enjoyed reading it and look forward to more. I intend to make the chapters longer after this, and I'll do it to the best of my ability.

I am also wondering on what powers Michael/Ancalagon can have, rather than just breathing fire. Should he have different abilities and powers? Like Spyro and Cynder from The Legend of Spyro series?

Let me know what you think in the reviews.