Chapter One

(Disclaimer: I do not own the Inheritance Trilogy)

"Rose! Where have you been for crying out loud!" My friend Amy screams at me as she finds me standing in the middle of the room, my clothes ripped up and stained. "You've left me here at your house all alone for a whole day!"

I shake my head, horrified by my friend's agitated voice, "Y-you wouldn't believe me, Amy-chan!"

She sits down and sighs, "Well, if it's a long story, I'll just sit here and let you blabber about it. Go on."

"B-b-b-but... But you won't believe me!" I mewl.

"Ah, come on. For good time's sake."

"Okay..." And that so I begin my story:

I was in my room, drawing a picture in my sketchbook as always, but this time it was different. I was not drawing my own characters, but Eragon, Saphira, Arya, and Brom. I growled and scribbled them up as I knew I truly messed up on their images. "Stupid drawing limitations! The only way I can play with my characters and other characters is through my pictures..." I sighed and leaned back in my chair, "I wish I could interact with them in some other way..." I got up and headed to the bathroom to brush out my hair, braid it, and brush my teeth.

Amy was out in the living room, waiting for me to get ready. We were going to go have some fun together down at the beach. "Rose, are you ready yet?" she asked me.

"Hold on! I'm almost done," I replied.

"Well, I'll wait for you outside." I heard the front door close. Thank goodness we were out of junior high! I sighed in relief, and headed towards the door as well when I suddenly saw something peculiar in the mirror in the corner of my eye. I looked towards it and gasped to see a large landscape, and a dragon of sparkling blue flying. I walked to it, drawn in awe, and I screamed as I fell through the mirror.

I plopped to the earth, "Phew, at least that wasn't a great fall."

"What the hell?" I heard a voice behind me and I noticed that I was in someone's lap. It was Brom!

I squealed and jumped up, bowing over and over, "I'm soooo sorry! Sorry, Brom!"

Brom gave me a cautious look, his hand on the pommel of his sword. Eragon and Saphira were looking towards me from the other side of a campfire dumbfounded. "How do you know my name?" Brom asked me, he was still pretty tense.

"I-I-I... I uhh... Ehhh... I read your story..." I fumbled with my hands.

"Story??"

"Yeah, you and all of the rest of... Never mind. I just know your name, and Eragon's and Saphira's, and everyone else. Okay?"

Eragon stood up, Saphira growled in warning, and I looked at the two in dread. "Don't hurt me..." I said whimpishly.

"Where did you come from?" Eragon asked me.

"I guess from the sky..."

I do not see any threat in the girl, Eragon, Saphira grumbled at her parter. Take your hand away from your weapon.

Fine... Eragon sighed.

"What did you just talk about?" I looked at the two suspiciously.

"None of your business!"

A few hours later in Alagaesia:

"Oooh!" I said wringing my hands as I rode on horse back next to the others, "This is sooo exciting!" But then I thought about Brom. He was gonna die soon. I hate seeing blood. Not to mention dead people. I cursed.

"What is it?" Eragon asked. He still seemed pretty annoyed with me, probably because he didn't trust me.

"Brom's gonna get k.... Never mind..." I don't know what could happen if the story went out of place.

"I'm gonna get what?" Brom asked me.

"You're... uh... gonna get... um some... Information!"

"About what?"

"I dunno."

"What are you, a future-seer??" Eragon asked me sarcastically.

I thought for a few seconds, and smirked nervously, "I guess you could say that."

"Okay, fortune-teller, what's going to happen in five minutes?"

I thought for a while, trying to remember what was going to happen next and I cursed again. This was chapter 19! I looked around and saw that we were right outside Yazauc!"Holy cow! We're gonna get attacked by..." I watched as we entered the town, seeing the shattered windows, "...By Urgals..." I covered my eyes and squeal. "I don't wanna fight monsters!!!! Ahhhh!"

"Holy..." Brom began, "...Crap! She's right!" Urgals swarmed at us from all directions, and Eragon stared at me incredulously.

"Don't stare at me, fool!" I shrieked. "We gotta run, you stupid men!"

They began to fight the Urgals, and I somehow produced a sword out of my pocket. It was familiar to me and it began to hum in a single tone. It was the singing sword! I unsheathed it and spikes snapped out of it's blades. Yeah, one of my own story characters has a singing sword. So what? I yelled and threw a swipe uselessly. I'm a wimp. The Urgal I tried to smite turned around and growled, I screamed and closed my eyes, but no blow came to me as I noticed that the Urgal was kicked in the head by my horse. I petted its soft fur, "Good horsey!!"

"Ride!" I heard Brom hiss.

"Oh so now we go?" I screamed at him. "You both should've known that we were gonna be outnumbered!" I chased after them and we left the town. I saw Eragon raise his bow. "No!" I yelled at him, "You're not strong enough, Dimwit!!!"

"Brisingr!" he cried. And that booming scene erupted. Okay, and so there he goes almost fainting.

All of the monsters were dead after that, and I complained to Brom, "Well, I'm younger than your son... I-I mean... Apprentice, and yet I'm wise enough to not be stupid enough to use a spell that could kill me! Can we go now?"

Brom stared at me in shock.

"I read the third story.... Never mind! I never said anything, okay?"

He wiped his brow in relief.

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You know, Eragon can really be a sucky character sometimes. He really was a wimp at first in the first book, the only real strength he had was his dragon. Saphira rocks!!!

I hope you liked it!