Eragon PPC (or Alec at work)

[element_wizard]

 

The Department of Improbabilities was quiet for the moment. Alec slept with a book over his face and feet on the console while Marc-C fed bacon to Darth Mull, the mini Rancor that adopted them. It had been like this, quiet and peaceful, for almost an hour.

 

The computer console took offense to this.

 

[BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP!!]

 

“ARGH!” Alec cried out, falling off his chair, the book banging him on his head. A twitch of a smile flickered on Marc-C’s face as she brought up the latest assignment.

 

“Eragon?” she said, surprised, “Since when do we get Eragon fics?”

 

Standing back up, Alec said, “You didn’t get the memo? We’re now the Eragon department too.”

 

“Like we didn’t have enough to do already,” Marc-C said. “All right, let’s get going.”

 

 

The portal opened and the agents stepped through.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon or anything. It's just based on what I know and plann to happen.

sorry for all my typos

Alec blinked, “Is not having a beta a charge?”

“I think so.”

Eragon: Book Three of Inheritance

Chapter !

Marc-C peered at the words and frowned, “Chapter !? Someone was shift-key happy.”

A lone figure watched in the shadowy depths of Uru’baen, up in the lonely tower that used to be the city Iliera, the city of elves. Now it was dominated by the evil tyrant, Galbatorix The figure just stood there, as if waiting for something to happen. The door opened, letting in a dark and imposing man.

Alec and Marc-C hid in the shadows and watched as the dark and imposing man came through.

“My Lord? What do you need?” The cloaked figure asked melodiously, bowing to the seeming superior. The man who entered was silent for awhile before answering.

“Follow me…” the King Galbatorix spoke coldly. The elf followed, and they left the dark room.

“Drat! POV shift!” Alec called out, just in time for them to get their bearings. The world jumped and suddenly they were standing near a mini-Urgal, Murtaugh.  “Do you think they like bacon?”

Marc-C shrugged.

Murtaugh shielded his eyes from the glaring sun. He had won, but in a sense, he had failed Galbatorix. He got what he wanted, the gleaming red sword at his hip, but he hadn’t completed the task he was entrusted to, to capture and bring back the new Rider and his dragon. He dreaded what would become of him. No one’s safety is more important than Thorn’s or my own. Not even my brother’s. He sighed and trudged up the cold marble stairs. With Thorn at his side, they made their way up to the main hall, where Galbatorix was waiting. An elf stood by him. Murtaugh stared at first at her in confusion, and then quickly recognized the girl who had grown up with him.

“If the girl was an elf, there was no way she could have grown up with him. And what is she doing with the evil king in the first place?” Marc-C asked.

Alec took note of this before commenting, “This just sort of proves a theory I’ve heard that Galby isn’t really evil.”

“Of course he is. That’s what Paolini says.”

He quickly jerked his gaze back to Galbatorix and bowed deeply.

The two agents watched as the King (random capitals) asked about Murtaugh’s mission and then addressed the elf at his side.

“Arwen.” Galbatorix suddenly addressed to her. She turned her jade gaze to him. “Go and hunt down Eragon. He should probably in Helsgrind, trying to save his brother’s girlfriend, Katrina.

Alec and Marc-C stared open mouth at the elf who had suddenly become Elrond’s daughter. For a long, long time they were speechless before Alec managed to say, “I… don’t know what to say.”

“The least she could have done is change the name some, like Paolini did.”

“You would think,” Alec muttered, as they followed Murtaugh. The mini Urgal went over to Arwen’s room where he kissed her. Apparently they were lovers. Or dating. Alec snapped a picture of the kiss for the PPC hall of weird.

It turned out that the third egg hatched for Arwen.

“Great… now what are we supposed to do?” They had a canon character from a different canon attached to this canon.

“I could try and do a temporal reversal on the dragon, put it back in its egg once we get rid of Arwen.”

“You know what Upstairs thinks about you using your powers.”

“Yeah, well do you have a better idea?”

But Marc-C was back to watching the words.

“Why Arwen, that’s splendid!” He grinned happily. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” he asked, smiling fondly at the frozen elf. Arwen looked downwards, avoiding his gaze. “What? What’s wrong? Isn’t it what you always have wanted?!?!?!?!?!?!?” Murtaugh’s concern rose. “What’s the matter?” he asked, calmer.

“Punctuation abuse,” Marc-C said.

“Got it.”

They watched as the Mini told Arwen to trust the king and that he would teach her some spells.  Arwen brushed it off, laughing and saying that she couldn’t perform magic.

“I thought all elves could perform magic?” Marc-C said.

“Don’t look at me. Paolini contradicts himself so often I don’t know what is true.”

“Mm… that explains the urple sky.”

“Doesn’t it?” He watched as Murtaugh left before turning back to Arwen.

Arwen walked slowly towards the small green draon in the room. It crooaked in hunger, having not yet fed since yesterday. What am I supposed to do? Arwen though, sighing deeply. She felt guilty that she shouted at Murtaugh earlier. The dragon scuttled off the table and into her lap. It fixed its emerald gaze at the elf expectantly. When Arwen didn't respond, it snorted and croaked once more, though feebler.

Tilting her head some, Marc-C looked at the draon. It appeared to be… well … something that could vaguely be considered dragon like… but was ill defined. It was green however, that was for certain.  Alec snapped a picture of it.

“She hasn’t fed it? That’s rather cruel,” Mac-C said. Alec looked at her in surprised. It wasn’t like her to comment on taking care of animals.

“The Pernese have it better. The dragons won’t let themselves go hungry by making themselves known in their rider’s mind, not this stupid passivity that Paolini has.”

"You should feed the dragon.' Began a mildly interested voice. Snakelike, in fact. "It think the little creature is hungry." Galbatorix sat smoothly next to Arwen. She looked up, shocked.

“How do you get snake-like from mildly interested? Put that down.”

“How did he get in here?” Alec wanted to know, at the same time Arwen asked it. He looked embarrassed.

"i have my ways, young rider." The king replied suavely. Arwen trembled slightly.

“If he can teleport, he should teleport himself to Eragon and take care of himself that way,” Marc-C said with a snort.

“Yes, but that would be intelligent.”  Alec wrote down the lack of capitalization on the charge list as the king conjured up some meat for the dragon to eat. Without saying anything, which was a blatant violation of Paolini’s magic laws, which required you to speak to get something done.  That too went on the list.

"Meet me tomorrow at the training grounds. Bring your dragon. Name it, whatever. I or someone else will be waiting for you. No questions." the king commanded. his silver gaze threatened that there is no protesting. Arwen nodded blankly. The king left. The dragon, now well fed, curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed. Arwen tugged off the glove that covered her gedwey ignasia. It shone innocently.

Marc-C frowned at the king as he left, “Didn’t he say he she was supposed to go and find Eragon right away?”

“Yeah, why?”

”Then, why is he having her meet at the training grounds tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. What I want to know is how come she hasn’t named her dragon yet. Is it some sort of defect that these people have, not being able to name things right away? How long do they wait to name their children?” Alec complained. Marc-C shrugged.

The chapter changed and Arwen angsted some more.

The dragon squawked indignantly, not happy to be ignored. What should your name be? The dragon fixed its emerald gaze to her own green one. It stared intelligently up into the nervous elf’s eyes. The gaze seemed to calm the elf, as if finally understanding. Is your name… Shihaku? Midoryuu? The dragon cocked his head in interest. You are a GUY... The dragon made a low grating sound. Arwen looked at it, worried. The strange sound continued and it was soon registered as laughing. The draon was laughing at her! Smiling at her own stupidity, she listed others, to be discarded. What then?!?!?

Alec snarled softly to his partner, “If you know the damn gender you do not use ‘it’ in reference to what you are talking about. You use ‘he’ or ‘she’. Unless you’re completely detached from reality and the fact that the creature before you is a living thing with needs and wants and… you know what… I think she is.”

“At least she’s detached from her own reality,” Marc-C said, causing Alec to nod in agreement. “Ah, she’s leaving her dragon… you can try and revert him back to his egg now.”

After Arwen had shut the door, having gone with Murtagh to the training grounds, Alec approached the dragon.  Being married to a dragon made him an expert at handling them. “Hi there,” he said softly, reaching out a hand to the hatchling. The dragon nudged his hand, sensing a friend. “Yes, I know, she’s not your real rider. We don’t know who that is yet. But I’m going to fix it, okay?”

The dragon squeaked and flapped his wings, causing Alec to laugh. “All right then.” He put his hands on the dragon and closed his eyes.  A gray glow formed around his hands that soon grew out to encompass the dragon entirely.  Alec’s face strained in concentration and then he pulled the energies back. Where the dragon had been, a green egg now rested. He gave a tired smile to Mac-C.

“Not bad.” Which was high praise from her. Glancing at the words she saw that Arwen was on her way back.  “Hide, and get the nueralizer out.”

A few minutes passed and then the door opened. A pair of guards tossed Arwen onto the bed. As soon as they were gone Marc-C, wearing sunglasses, grabbed Arwen and held her tightly.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Arwen cried out.

“Alec!”

Alec popped up from his hiding place, sunglasses in place, and flashed her. Arwen blinked.

“Arwen, you are not Murtagh’s lover and captive of Galbatorix, but daughter of Elrond and wife to Aragon.” Marc-C said.

The elf blinked again, and put her hand to her head. “What happened?”

“You’re have a very strange dream,” Alec piped up, opening a portal to the Lord of the Rings ‘verse. “Step through here, and you’ll wake up.”

Grateful for any explanation and desperate to get out of the dream, Arwen stepped through.  The world around the two agents started to shift, and Alec punched the portal open to HQ,  both agents glad to get out of Eragon’s world without having to deal with the main character himself.