Well, I've sure had an amazing day. Went to see Sonic the Hedgehog 3, and come back to post the next chapter of this story. I've only got a total of six worked on altogether, and then I'm going to focus on my retitled Elder Scrolls/Inheritance Cycle story "Heart of a Dragon", along with a couple of other projects that require my attention.

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After getting used to the art of flying, and being a natural-born flyer but that was probably Michael's new draconic pride speaking, he then turned his focus onto the next important thing when being a dragon. Something that he was hesitant about.

Hunting.

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

But killing them without eating them? That was something he refused to do. Killing for sport was something he would never do. It would make him look like a monster that enjoys killing.

Right now, the silver dragon flew out of his cave and down to the woods below. With this confirmed to not be some dream of his and real, Michael did not know where he was, but he very much doubted he was in his world for there were no locations that looked like where he was. He didn't know if this was true, but it was the only explanation.

He hadn't seen any form of life beside animals. No people. No signs of civilisation. And even if he did, it's not like he can stroll up and ask about where he was.

He shook his head, putting those thoughts to the back of his mind in order to focus on his present task.

The scent of his prey took him deeper into the woods, and he found some tracks to follow with his excellent eyesight. His hearing also picked up the light movements of his prey meters away... along with something else but he ignored it. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, but he didn't just find a deer... he 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.

Michael was ready to lunge and make a meal out of a couple of them, when he stiffened as he felt... something. Something he'd never felt before. It was in the air, yet it gained his attention. He 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 he didn't mean a Michael Bay explosion, he was talking different.

The herd bolted, startled by the explosion and that was when Michael 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? Michael thought, tilting his head curiously as he watched.

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.

Michael 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! Michael thought to himself as he watched the boy, who Michael was certain was who he thought it was. This whole scene was easy for him to remember... because he read it in a book!

He 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? Michael thought with a quiet huff.

He 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 Michael didn't know it was a dragon egg, he'd call it the most beautiful stone in the world. Like a blue gem.

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

And with the plot of the first book underway, he'd have to be on his guard in the next two months as Saphira grew after she hatched. When she started flying around, it wouldn't be long before she caught wind of his scent and came searching.

But that was only a couple of months away, he was sure he could plan his path out before then.

But that makes me wonder... Michael frowned. Why am I here? What force changed me and brought me here? And why?

He knew how the story begins and ends. If things stayed the same, then Galbatorix would fall, the Varden would be victorious, three new Dragon Riders would come, with Eragon and Saphira leaving to begin the next order of Dragon Riders.

So where does Michael fit in all of this?

Either I have an 'important destiny' here or this is just some godly force doing out of simple boredom and amusement. Michael thought with an aggravated huff, annoyed he didn't have any answers to his questions.

He shook his head and took his leave from the area. He had a hunt to finish after all.

Weeks have passed since Michael found himself in the Inheritance Cycle world and in the form of a dragon. He had adapted quite well to being a dragon, though it was not without its struggles. Breathing fire had been something he had difficulty with, given that he had done it the first time through an emotinal outburst out of annoyance. But when doing it with a focused mind, it... well, after he tried his throat burned.

Not very pleasant.

But after a few days and tries his throat got used to it and now it was like breathing.

So, he tested his fire out, making sure to not start a forest fire in the process. And when he wasn't practising with his fire, he was either flying to keep improving his skills in the air based off what he's seen in TV and movies featuring other dragons, as well as what he's read Saphira and Thorn do in the books. And when he wasn't doing that, he was doing well with hunting.

But he had also not stayed in the cave he found, having moved to a higher, larger cave in the mountains that gave him a view of the village of Carvahall. To a human, they wouldn't be able to see it, but a dragon had better eyesight and so Michael was able to watch the village and the villagers go about their lives.

Of course, he had to hunker down when a blizzard came just as it did in the books. That meant the merchants and traders would be arriving not long after it ended. Eragon would attempt to sell Saphira's egg, but that didn't happen of course, and it wouldn't be long until Saphira hatched.

On the eighth day after the storm had passed, Michael came out of his cave and approached the ledge, his brilliant eyesight catching sight of the wagons that belonged to the merchants and traders, who made camp in a meadow not too far from the village, perfect walking distance.

Saphira will be hatching soon. He thought. The Ra'zac will come soon, and Garrow will... die.

That left him in a debate. Should he save Garrow? Would doing so destroy the story? Garrow's death was the reason Eragon left and began his journey. It was that journey that let Eragon discover his power, his gifts, strengthen his bond with Saphira, and it the catalyst that would inevitably lead to the death of the King himself.

And then there was the thought of saving Brom from death by the Ra'zac. But would he want to live? He's lost the friends he made in the Order, his dragon, the woman he loves, all he had with his son who didn't even know he was his father.

This is so frustrating and confusing... and headache-inducing. Michael thought with an annoyed huff at the headache his conflicted thoughts gave him. He shook his head and focused. For now, focus on the present, not the future.

Michael watched as Eragon, Garrow and Roran made their way towards the village in order to begin speaking with the traders who have arrived. The silver-scaled dragon was positioned in the forest near Eragon's farm, using the thickness and denseness of the trees and leaves to create a sort of camouflage but it won't be easy given that his scales makes him stick out like a sore thumb while it's daylight.

He remained in a position where he could see the village, laying there for a few minutes until they were out of sight. He let out an exhale before he went back to his cave, knowing that tonight would see the hatching of Saphira.

As he thought, Saphira hatched and Michael had been watching the young hatchling from afar over the next few days. He established a routine during this time; Hunt for breakfast, then go to watch Eragon and Saphira, while remaining out of sight. Eragon himself set a routine to adapt to having to care for a dragon. He worked hard with determination and Michael could tell his family was curious of the reason and had the foresight to keep an eye out for being tailed. Saphira continued to grow, and it wasn't long before she reached Eragon's knees, causing the young Rider-to-be to let her hunt for herself in the wild.

Michael watched everything, some moments that he couldn't help but be proud of such as when Saphira caught her first kill in the form of a robin that got too close to her shelter and paid for disturbing the little dragoness.

The pride in Michael that did must've been a dragon thing, pride at seeing a future predator-to-be get her first kill.

Although, he did chuckle when she belched up feathers.

There were also some embarrassing moments that Michael couldn't help but file away for perfect teasing material to use when he joins them on their journey... that is if Saphira doesn't try to kill him, thinking he was a threat.

When he wasn't doing anything that was part of his routine, he was focusing on another important thing. Strengthening his mental defences in ways that would ensure that if anyone tried to take a peek inside his head, they would get a nasty surprise.

That surprise was in the form of the Eye of Sauron atop the tower of Barad-dûr. Created with the purpose of instantly spotting unknown presences in his mind that were not welcome.

Not only that, but Michael was curious to see if he could do more than simply breath fire, and so got to work on finding that out for himself with limited... limited... limited success.

But each failure only inspired him to keep trying. To test his limits.

As each day and week passed, Michael had to keep to his territory as Saphira started to venture furhter and deeper into the Spine out of curiosity and for more things to hunt, but he was thankful that she hadn't picked up on his scent yet but that will be tough to prevent as she grows and her senses grow sharper to let her pick up new things.

By the end of the present month, Saphira reached her rider's elbow and Michael could see how close the two had grown. Of course he didn't slack off either, had to keep his skills sharp in both flying and on the ground. He had a feeling that, if he was to accompany them, he;d most likely get pulled into a few scraps with Saphira so it was best if he already had experience in combat to prepare himself.

Deeming the storyline to not be needing his watch at the moment, Michael was currently in the midst of working on his latest project; whether or not he could breathe more than one element.

The silver dragon was sitting on his haunches, his eyes closed in deep concentration, focusing. Everything was blocked out, his mind was cleared. Each failure had made him note what to improve upon to try and get some sort of success.

All doubts were removed from his head, for they would just lower his confidence in attempting. He refused to use the word 'try' because he must do or do not, there is no try.

Words to take to heart.

Feeling... something within, Michael grasped at it and focused, feeling a build-up within him. He concentrated deeply, freeing his mind of all things, felt the strange thing building up within his throat and he sucked in a deep breath before...

Unleashing a blast of lightning from his mouth!

Michael's eyes shot up as he watched the power hit the floor of his cave, sparking on the ground before it went out. Although his throat tingled, Michael couldn't help but laugh in both his mind and out loud, which sounded more like a coughing sound as dragons can't exactly laugh in this world unless it's in their heads.

I did it! I did it! Michael literally bounced with joy, uncaring. Nobody else was here to witness this but him, so why not be a little out of character? A dragon he may be, he was still a human. I can control lightning. But how far does my power with it go? He glanced to the sky. Can I bring storms, thunder and lightning at just a mere thought and tug? What else can I do? Can I be like Spyro and use the elements of the earth and ice?

All these thoughts piled in Michael's head, furthering his eagerness to discover. He knew that it won't be easy. That he wasn't going to learn these new things right off the bat. It had taken him weeks just to discover he could use lightning, small as it was, and who knows how long it would take for him to see if he could wield the element of the earth and ice. Or perhaps more...

I'm not going to make Michael OP or anything, I just figured I'd venture into different territory. Plus, I was playing the Legend of Spyro series and it got me thinking on using a couple of Spyro and Cynder's abilities.

My plan is for him to control fire, lightning, earth, ice, and shadow. I was thinking on adding the Thu'um from Skyrim, but that would make him WAY TOO OP, so that's not happening unless you guys want it.

But if so, don't expect him to easily get it in just one scene. It will take him weeks, even months, just to try and access this power, some of which may be tied to his emotions. I'm trying to balance it between light and darkness. Like he only access certain powers through dark emotions like rage and anger, giving into the dark, predatory instincts of a wild dragon.

If anyone has ideas, let me know in the reviews.