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Post by Eragon on Feb 27, 2012 18:56:52 GMT -5
Eragon and Saphira were flying over the treetops of Alagaesia and entered into a giant cloud that seemed to spring up from nowhere.
"What is this?" Eragon asked Saphira.
I don't know. It would seem to be a spell of some sort. she answered.
"I don't detect any spellwork-" Eragon began just as they emerged from the cloud.
But what they saw was beyond anything they'd ever dreamed. A sprawling modern city with skyscrapers lay before them on gently rolling hills. A jet flew by a couple thousand feet above them.
"It's so loud!" Eragon yelled, referring to the plane.
Saphira roared at the unfamiliar object, determined that nothing should ever be so loud and fearsome as a dragon. Then Eragon felt a persistent familiar mind pressing against his. He lowered the barriers around his mind.
Arya? he asked.
Yes. I'm on the rise to your left.
Saphira landed with a tremor that shook the surrounding area. Arya stood from where she had been sitting. Eragon and Arya greeted each other in the traditional elven fashion.
"Where are we?" Eragon asked.
"We're in the real world." she said. "Our world--Alagaesia-- is a book. Somehow we've been called out of it." she paused, "And so has Galbatorix."
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