The youngest son of Rickard Stark and a women he never told anyone about but his wife Lady. Valarr Stark left home with his mother after Robert's Rebellion to travel too Essos and see the world. He even travled across the Shadow Lands of Essos where he found true dragons, and became what his birthright

Years later he decided it was time to return home to the North, to Winterfell, and help his older brother. What no one knows is that he has his own plans for the Westeros.


I don't own any charcters or places from G.O.T. or The Eragon book series that belongs to George R.R. Martin and  Christopher Paolini. I own my OC's.

There'll be things from the tv show and the books. 

The age of charcters and some of the plots is from the show since I have a problem with 15yr old kids having sex and whatnot.

Magic and the the diffrent races we'll be from the books since I think it show's how big the world really is, and the show didn't do Game of Thrones justice. I'll be taking things like magic and dragons from the book eragon book series.

I do not own Eragon or the inheritance cycle.
They, along with their copyright, belong solely to Christopher Paolini. Please buy an actual copy of the book if you really enjoy the story to help support the actual author!

Summary : One boy... One dragon... A world of adventure.
When Eragon finds a polished blue stone in the forest, he thinks it is the lucky discovery of a poor farm boy; perhaps it will buy his family meat for the winter. But when the stone brings a dragon hatchling, Eragon soon realizes he has stumbled upon a legacy nearly as old as the Empire itself. 
Overnight, his simple life is shattered, and he is thrust into a perilous new world of destiny, magic, and power. With only an ancient sword and the advice of an old storyteller for guidance, Eragon and the fledgling dragon must navigate the dangerous terrain and dark enemies of an Empire ruled by a king whose evil knows no bounds.
Can Eragon take up the mantle of the legendary Dragon Riders? The fate of the Empire may rest in his hands.

Eragon Yeager slowly opened his bright green eyes and stared up at the cieling far above him. He had been having such a weird dream but it was useless trying to recall it as the memory was already fading. He couldn't garner any emotion from the dream aside that he hadn't exactly disliked it. 

Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Eragon looked around as he stretched his arms while giving a loud yawn. He was in an enormous room that was almost pretty much bare aside from the king sized bed he was in and a gigantic oak desk in the corner of his room. A dresser with a mirror rested to the side beside the window which was wide open and blowing in a rather strong winter breeze with snow lying by the foot of the window. 

"G-good Morning M-m-master Eragon," A voice said, interrupting his thoughts. He had been trying to remember the dream but the voice caused him to simply give up as he looked towards it. "B-breakfast will be ready soon so p-please allow me to h-help you get dressed."

Standing in the corner of the room visibly shivering was a girl dressed up in a maid outfit. She was around 140cm tall with bright orange hair and bright blue eyes, she wore a collar around her neck and chains on her hands and feet. If anyone else looked at her, they would see nothing but a slave with no privileges. However, when Eragon looked at her, all he could see was a little 12 year old girl he considered nothing but a cute sister.

"Amya, I told you not to come in and wait for me to wake up," Eragon said gently as he threw his legs over the side of the bed. "You have to watch your health and stay out of the cold. My room isn't somewhere you should stay as you know how freezing it is in here."

"Y-yes master, but Jalon is h-h-harassing the slaves a-again so I was told to h-hide out in your room," Amya was shaking like a leaf but she didn't move from her spot beside the bed.

Eragon frowned as this piece of information hit his ears, a feeling of frustration and anger beginning to come over him. "That idiot is at it again? Ugh, can't believe I have to deal with this crap today, so stupid!! Even after I let him know how the guards are supposed to operate. Are the others holding him back like they're supposed to?"

Amya nodded without answering, her whole body shaking and her breath could be seen in the cold morning air. It wasn't until Eragon went into his dresser, pulled out a large coat and placed it on her shoulders that she managed to stop her teeth from chattering. Eragon had his reasons for leaving the window open so he always felt bad when the maids would come in to clean his room as they weren't allowed to wear coats unless given permission by one of the family.

"Follow me Amya, we're going to have a talk with Jalon real quick," Eragon said as he threw open his door. "When we're done, you can gather up the other maids and tell them to meet in the dining hall. We'll have hot chocolate as a reward for everyone's hard work."

"Sure thing Master," Amya said, immediately perking up as she ran to catch up with him. "Will there be marshmallows in it like last time?"

Eragon smiled as he walked into the hallway. "Of course there'll be marshmallows in it, I'm not a savage. Hot chocolate without marshmallows is a crime in my book."

Eragons room was located near the end of the Yeager family's large 3 story mansion, a room that was plenty large enough to easily hold 13 people without too much trouble. The guards barracks were located at the other end of the mansion and was situated only a few doors down from the slave rooms. This had never been a problem before as all the guards were aware of what would happen if they tried anything with the slaves. 

Recently though, a few new soldiers had been recruited into the ranks and though Eragon had taught them the rules, there was one that still refused to follow them and that person was Jalon. Apparently the guy was an ex-mercenary team leader and was used to doing whatever the hell he wanted so Eragon had given him a few more privileges then the others to keep him in line. However, even with all of these precautions, the cocky bastard insisted on breaking the one iron clad rule that Eragon had set in place. Treating the slaves like objects was prohibited, end of discussion. No beating, harassing, badmouthing, or killing of the slaves was permitted under any circumstances. Anyone caught or told of doing so would be handed out a punishment by Eragon himself. 

Eragon sighed as he reached the other end of the building and stopped by the door leading to the barracks. However, just when he was about to open the door, Eragons lead butler Marcus came barreling down an adjacent hallway, covered in blood and tripping over the chains on his legs. He seemed panicked and scared as he ran up and stopped by Eragon, out of breath with his hands on his knees.

"Master Eragon," Marcus said once he managed to slow his breathing. "Jalon is currently attempting to r*pe one of the slaves. Please come help us stop him sir!!"

Eragon frowned and sighed again before raising his foot and casually slamming it into the barrack door. The door flew off its hinges and straight across the room before hitting the ground. Far in the corner of the enormous room, 8 guards sat around a large table playing cards, but they had stopped the moment the door had been broken down. All of the men hurriedly stood up at attention without asking a single question.

"You morons better follow me," Eragon said, his green eyes now filled with an intense anger. "You have a blood bath to clean up."

Eragon broke into a run, sprinting down the long hall Marcus had came from. After running down for a bit, he could clearly hear multiple shouting from numerous people coming from the womens slave room which was normally prohibited for anyone to enter. Without hesitation, Eragon slid to a stop and, raising his bare feet, he kicked at the door, blowing it off the hinges. The door once again flew forwards before hitting the floor, and what the young man saw made him seen red.

Jalon, a tall muscular man standing at 193cm, was surrounded by unconscious slaves while hoisting up a slave girl by her chains with a sadistic look on his face. Blood could be seen on most of the slaves and some even looked as if they werent breathing, it was as if a bomb had gone off in the room.

"Oh, boss, your here," Jalon said with a smile as he glanced at Eragon with his golden eyes. "Just give me a second and I'll be right with you. Also, don't even think about interrupting my fun as your parents allowed me to do this. They also told me that I'm allowed to fight back if you do interefere so stay back sir. Your a rare specimen who can't use magic so I wouldn't try anything if I were you!!"

"I wouldn't say that if I'm being honest," the lead guard Hugo said as he made his way into room after Eragon. The rest of the guards followed in as well, all dressed up in their standard armor. "There's a reason we all follow his orders down to the letter. He may be a super nice guy most of the time but when he gets mad...well just keep holding that slave and find out."

Jalon snorted. "What can a weakling with no magic do? With all due respect sir, I'm gonna have to ask you all not to interfere. However feel free to watch if thats your thing." 

Eragon slowly made his way forward and the room became completely silent other then the  gasps of pain coming from the slaves on the floor. "You think I'm weak? Is that your excuse for doing what your doing and nust doing what you want because my parents allowed it? My rules are iron clad and my parents know this. They probably wanted to test you to see what your decision would be. Now that I know, your no longer useful to me alive now are you?"

Eragon looked up, his eyes filled with anger as he pulled back his fist. "Set the girl down and I'll make your death painless. This I swear....your death isn't preventable so just do yourself a favor and go out like a man of honor."

Jalon laughed a little as he dropped the girl onto the floor, throwing her down like a ragdoll. He stood up completely straight, his steel armor shining under the ceiling lights. "Go ahead and take a punch, I'll allow it. Once your done I think I'll play a bit since your parents gave me permission. As long as I dont kill you I should be fine."

Eragon didn't respond as he thrusted his fist forward at a speed so fast that there wasn't even a blur, it was as if the fist and the arm had simply vanished for a split second. Jolan was sent flyin through the air before slamming into the concrete wall, making a sizeable crater which he stayed in, his head rolling to the side. Anyone could easily see that he was dead, a gaping bloody hole in his armor that went far deeper then just a flesh wound. 

"Wow," a gaurd said in amazement. "I always forget just how insanely strong he is.....magic or not, he's definitely nobility for sure."

Eragon walked over and knelt down next to one of the slaves, checking for a pulse. "Lets move people. I want you to save whoever's alive and tend to their wounds. Hurry up!!"

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I wanted to add a prologue to show you my writing style and Eragon's general personality. Though I still have to work flushing out his character a bit more so have no fear.

I can't write a chapter every day, but I'll write when I can...hope you enjoyed the chapter

Let me know whatcha think and if you'd like another chapter.....have a great day

Eragon Yeager despised slavery to his core, but in the world of Eden, a world 3 times larger then Earth, thats all it seemed to have. Slavery was legal everywhere one looked and nobody said anything, no one did anything about it. 

One day, 15 year old Eragon found a few slaves being beaten and eventually had enough. He beat the owner, stole the slaves and the money and ran without so much as looking back. In this world, stealing a slave was punishable by death regardless of age or status. It had been a moment where he snapped and though he regretted it, he couldn't take it back. 

Now, on the run from various factions, Eragon will have to do everything he can to survive while protecting the people he had risked his life to save. Along the way, he'll meet allies, enemies, and others who need his help. But on this long journey, surviving is all that mattered.

Eragon Yeager slowly opened his bright gold eyes and stared up at the cieling far above him. He had been having such a weird dream but it was useless trying to recall it as the memory was already fading. He couldn't garner any emotion from the dream aside that he hadn't exactly disliked it.

Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Eragon looked around as he stretched his arms while giving a loud yawn. He took in the sight of the rather enormous room he was resting in which was pretty much bare aside from the king sized bed he had just woken up on and a gigantic oak desk in the corner of his room. A dresser with a mirror rested to the side next to the window which happened to be wide open, blowing in a rather strong winter breeze with a pile of pure white powder lying by the foot of the window. 

"G-good Morning M-m-master Eragon," A voice said, interrupting his thoughts. He had been trying to remember the dream but the voice caused him to simply give up as he looked towards it. "B-breakfast will be ready soon so p-please allow me to h-help you get dressed."

Standing in the corner of the room visibly shivering was a girl dressed up in a maid outfit. She was around 140cm tall with bright orange hair and bright blue eyes, she wore a collar around her neck and chains on her hands and feet. If anyone else looked at her, they would see nothing but a slave with no privileges, an object to be used without concern. However, when Eragon looked at her, all he could see was a little 12 year old girl he considered as nothing but a cute little sister.

"Amya, I told you not to come in here, its too freezing for one as young as you. At least wake me up if your going to come inside," Eragon said gently as he threw his legs over the side of the bed. "You have to watch your health and stay out of the cold. My room isn't somewhere you should stay as you know how cold it can get in here during the winter."

"Y-yes master, but Jalon is h-h-harassing the slaves a-again so I was told to h-hide out in your room," Amya was shaking like a leaf but she didn't move from her spot beside the bed.

Eragon frowned as this piece of information hit his ears, a feeling of frustration and anger beginning to come over him. "That idiot is at it again? Tch, can't believe I have to deal with this crap today, so freakin irritating!! Even after I let him know how the guards are supposed to operate. Are the others holding him back like they're supposed to?"

Amya shook her head without answering, her whole body shaking, her breath visible in the cold morning air. It wasn't until Eragon went into his dresser, pulled out a large coat and placed it on her shoulders that she managed to stop her teeth from chattering. Eragon had his reasons for leaving the window open so he always felt bad when the maids would come in to clean his room as they weren't allowed to wear coats unless given permission by one of the family.

"Follow me Amya, we're going to have a talk with Jalon real quick," Eragon said as he threw open his door. "When we're done, you can gather up the other maids and tell them to meet in the dining hall. I'll also talk to Marcus about getting the butlers involved as well.  We'll have hot chocolate as a reward for everyone's hard work."

"Sure thing Master," Amya said, immediately perking up as she ran to catch up with him. "Will there be marshmallows in it like last time? Did Master and Mistress Yeager agree to it?"

Eragon smiled as he walked into the hallway. "Of course there'll be marshmallows in it, I'm not a savage. Hot chocolate without marshmallows is a crime in my book. Also, forget about them, I couldn't be bothered by what they think." He couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he watched Amya happily skip away, the chains on her feet clinking away.

Eragons room was located near the end of the Yeager family's large 3 story mansion, a room that was plenty large enough to easily hold 13 people without too much trouble. The guards barracks were located at the other end of the mansion and was situated only a few doors down from the slave rooms. This had never been a problem before as all the guards were aware of what would happen if they tried anything with the slaves. 

Recently though, a few new soldiers had been recruited into the ranks and though Eragon had taught them the rules, there was one that still refused to follow them and that person was Jalon. Apparently the guy was an ex-mercenary for the infamous human supremacist group known as Trident and was used to doing whatever the hell he wanted so Eragon, regrettably, had given him a few more privileges then the others to keep him in line. He foolishly thought that if the guy felt a bit less constrained then he'd be easier to manage.

 However, even with all of these precautions, the cocky bastard insisted on breaking the one iron clad rule that Eragon had set in place. Treating the slaves like objects was prohibited, end of discussion. No beating, harassing, badmouthing, or killing of the slaves was permitted under any circumstances. Anyone caught or told of doing so would be handed out a punishment by Eragon himself. This was a strange rule in the eyes of many considering that slaves weren't even considered people to most. To the vast majority of the entire world, slaves were considered to be property that could be bought, sold, beaten, worked to death, or whatever the owner desired. It was very uncommon for anyone to truly care what happened to a slave. 

Eragon sighed as he reached the other end of the building and stopped by the door leading to the barracks. The barracks housed the guards hired by the Yeager family, around 13 strong soldiers skilled in magical combat lived inside the mansion. Another 26 were employed to guard the perimeter of the Yeager estate, making sure all check points were secure and intruder free. Occasionally a few guards from the inside would swap with the ones from outside, but other than that it was usually the same guards for every patrol route.

Eragon reached his hand out and placed it on the metal handle, preparing to enter and have a talk with Jalon. Normally around this time of the day, Jalon would be playing poker with the other guards. As none of the guards were slaves, they all had designated free time which just happened to be in that particular timeframe, making now the perfect chance. However, just when he was about to open the door, Eragons lead butler Marcus came barreling down an adjacent hallway, covered in blood and tripping over the chains on his legs. He seemed panicked and scared as he ran up and stopped by Eragon, out of breath with his hands on his knees. The alarm bells in the young mans head immediately began ringing.

"Master Eragon," Marcus said once he managed to slow his breathing. "Jalon is currently attempting to r*pe one of the slaves!! Can you please stop him Master? I humbly request your aid!!"

Eragons face morphed from a calm and collected expression into a deep frown as he sighed once again, raising his bare foot and casually slamming it into the center of the barrack door. The thick slab of metal blasted off its hinges and straight across the room before hitting the ground with a loud bang. Far in the corner of the enormous room, 8 guards sat around a large table playing a game of poker while chatting amongst themselves. The moment the door landed near the table they froze in place, each guard falling completely silent. All of the men hurriedly stood up at attention without asking a single question, lining up in formation.

"You morons better follow me," Eragon said, his golden eyes now filled with an intense anger. "You have a blood bath to clean up. We'll talk about your inability to follow orders later. If I recall correctly, you were SUPPOSED to keep an eye on Jalon. Marcus, I want you gather the other butlers while I deal with this mess. I'll be counting on you."

Eragon broke into a run, sprinting down the long hall his head butler had came from as Marcus stumbled in the other direction, towards the butlers quarters. After running down for a bit, he could clearly hear shouting from numerous people. It was coming from the section that belonged to the female slaves which normally prohibited anyone, aside from the Yeagers or those possessing vaginas, to enter. Without hesitation, Eragon slid to a stop and, raising his foot once again, he kicked at the thick metal door, blowing it off the hinges as easily as stretching his legs. The door flew forwards before hitting the floor, the shape of his footprint deeply imprinted onto the metallic surface. Stepping inside the common room, Eragon took a short scan of the room, his gaze taking in everything.

Jalon, a tall muscular man standing at 193cm, was surrounded by unconscious slaves while hoisting up a slave girl by her throat, a sadistic look on his face. Blood could be seen on most of the maids and some even looked as if they werent breathing. It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room, causing death and injury in it's wake.

"Oh, boss, you're here," Jalon said with a smile as he glanced at Eragon with his brown eyes. He didn't look the slightest bit scared or remorseful by what he had done, actually looking even more excited now that his boss had arrived. "What brings you here?"

Eragon blinked, taking a step towards Jalon, intending to end the situation then and there. The moment he took a step however, the grip on the slave in Jalons hand tightened, causing her to let out a choked scream. "Woah there," Jalon said with a smile. "Wouldn't want to hurt this girl. Just stay back."

"Just give me a second and I'll be right with you." The tall ex mercenary let out a laugh. "Also, just for the record, your parents gave me permission to do this, gave me their stamp of approval. So don't even think about interrupting my fun if you know whats good for you because not only did they allow me to do as I please against these pieces of trash, they also told me that I'm allowed to fight back if you do happen to interfere. As the only human in the world who can't use magic there's not much you can do to stop me and Im far stronger then even your best guard. Staying where you are is the best and most rational choice."

"Well, I wouldn't say that if I'm being quite honest," the lead guard, Hugo, said as he made his way into room after Eragon. The rest of the guards followed in as well, all dressed up in their standard armor along with spears at the ready. "There's a reason we all follow his orders down to the letter. He may be a super nice guy most of the time but when he gets mad...well just keep holding that slave and find out. He doesn't need magic to win against someone like you."

Jalon snorted. "What can a weakling with no magic do? With all due respect sir, I'm gonna once again have to ask you all not to interfere. However feel free to watch if thats your thing. One way or another, my free time will not be ruined by the like of you imbeciles. The only reason I even got this job was because I was told the slaves here were hot!!" 

Eragon finally heard enough as he slowly made his way forward, the room becoming completely silent other then the gasps of pain coming from the slaves on the floor. The anger that had been on his face previously had all but melted away, leaving a calm and emotionless expression.  "You think I'm weak? Is that your excuse for doing what you're doing and trying to get your dick wet? Because my parents 'allowed' it? My rules are iron clad and even my parents, bastards they may be, know this. They probably wanted to test you to see what your decision would be and what my response was. Now that I know, you're no longer useful to me alive now are you? I'll show you my response."

Eragon looked up, his eyes filled with a cold unquenchable rage as he pulled back his fist. "Set the girl down and I'll make your death painless. This I swear....your death isn't preventable so just do yourself a favor and go out like a man of honor."

Jalon laughed a little as he dropped the girl onto the floor, throwing her down like a ragdoll. He stood up completely straight, his steel armor shining under the ceiling lights. "Go ahead and take a punch, I'll allow it. Once your done I think I'll play a bit since your parents gave me the rights to do so. As long as I dont kill you I should be fine."

Eragon didn't respond as he thrusted his fist forward at a speed so fast that there wasn't even a blur, it was as if the fist and the arm had simply vanished for a split second. Jolan,who was standing proud and smug with his arms crossed behind his back, was sent flyin through the air before slamming into the concrete wall, making a sizeable crater which he ended up stuck inside, his head rolling to the side. Anyone could easily see that he was dead, a gaping bloody hole in his armor that went far deeper then just a flesh wound. 

"Wow," a guard said in amazement. "I always forget just how insanely strong he is.....magic or not, he's definitely nobility for sure."

Eragon walked over and knelt down next to one of the slaves, checking for a pulse. "Lets move people. I want you to save whoever's alive and tend to their wounds. Hurry up!!"

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I wanted to add a prologue to show you my writing style and Eragon's general personality. Though I still have to work flushing out his character a bit more so have no fear.

I can't write a chapter every day, but I'll write when I can...hope you enjoyed the chapter

Let me know whatcha think and if you'd like another chapter.....have a great day

Mr. Blue-Eagle is indeed a Native American, not Indian like people from India. Atticus Conrad Blue-Eagle is 6'1ft with the traditional native american red skin, long black and silver hair that is braided and intertwined with teal and turquoise beads that belong to his mothers Apache Tribe many moons ago. The beads do make occasional clicking noises when they swing side to side from his lower back.
Mr. B-Eagle or just Mr. B, was in the teachers conference room where he had 5 minutes to spare to just sit down, enjoy his Starbucks black coffee he successfully snuck inside the school, and read his favorite book by Christopher Paolini l, Eragon. It was a peaceful moment where Mr. B was sitting in a wannabe comfy sofa with his legs crossed to support the heavy book while his khaki pants long and flare to cover his muddy biker boots with a sky blue long sleeve button up shirt that had his name pinned on the right side of his chest sporting the blue mustang. 
The Eragon book was barely getting good when he heard students doing the stupid chanting of 'FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!' Mr. B doesn't believe in violence and it was Coach Armstrong turn to break up whatever fight. He sighed and continued his book.
Not even a page into the book where a student barges into the teachers room, eyes wide and tears streaming. Layla Murphy was this southern belle that recently moved into this area and to this school. At 5ft she almost looks like a house sprite with light blue skinny Jean's, sunflower ballet flats with a golden ankle bracelet. a white button up blouse with puffy white sleeves around her small shoulders. She had her blonde almost white hair in a fancy bun with small sunflowers sticking around. Her skin was a pale pink with hot-pink freckles across her face like cinnamon. Her pale blue eyes were bloodshot red and her southern voice shake as she pleded to the english teacher. "Mr. Blue-Eagle! Please! its Lincoln Rosemary!! They're at it again!!"
●Lincoln's Point of View●
For those who have never been bullied or those who were bullies, scratches in the face mix with toilet water does NOT feel good. Everything happen in a flash when Tanisha clawed my face and then with the help the twins dragged me to the nearby girls restroom and started chanting in a cheerleading way "S to the W to the I to the R to the L to the Y!! what does that spell? Swirly!!" they jeered and cheered and sneered as Tanisha kept my head in the toilet while Dulce kept my hands behind my back to be sure I won't to flush the toilet again. Told y'all I wasn't a complete idiot.
The 'Swirly Fest Cheer' so Tanisha calls it, felt like it last hours where I knew it was only a couple minutes in when Maria squeeze past the crowd recording the whole thing into the tiny stall where I was being baptized by the demon bitch. "Tanisha! Abby is here!" Maria said as she pulled me from my shoulders into the crowd, where they were sure to stay away from me. I stumble to the tile floor, coughing out the toilet water mix with my blood coming from my abused lungs and my nose. I couldn't hear what Maria said but look up at the person who came in to stop my torture. 
Again, with the bleach white tennis shoes and the same bleach socks with the blue mustang, stood a girl with tan skin, the same too small and tight skirt and cheerleading tank. Her Blonde dyed hair was in a low bun with blue ribbons where same colored eyes burn down into my soul, then to the twins and lastly Tanisha . "Abby...." I slowly whisper as I got up to my knees. Abby, or her real name that no one but me knows, Abraham, was the real top cheerleader in this school, where Tanisha was only top bitch of my school year, but rest assure. Once Abby graduates, it will be Tanisha and her goonies next in line.
Joy oh joy.
"See Abby, what happen was.." Tanisha was about to finish when Abby gave her a look that would make a bullet stop in midway from the target. Abby bent down and pulled me up from the cold wet tile. A glance from the mirrors told me my face almost looks like a desperate lottery ticket where my eyeliner and mascara was gone from my eyes. "Ladies, what did I say about team work?" Abby made sure I was on my own two feet before she started talking to the other cheerleaders.
I'm saved! Abby will kung fu their asses, take me out to chick fil la so we can enjoy some chicken sandwiches and milkshakes! Right?! that's what you're expecting? Even though Abraham 'Abby' Rosemary De La Cruz is my older sister, that doesn't mean anything but last names and a family tree.
"Again ladies, Team work is only team work when we work as a team!!" Abby gleamed as she pushed me towards Tanisha where Tanisha shoved me to Maria, then Maria to Dulce then Dulce to Abby then Abby to Dulce. My world was constantly spinning where I couldn't even get my footing or even catch my breathe and the noise built up in the restroom as the other students started to go Live on Instagram and Facebook while others just took pictures via snapchat while most chanted the bully rituals: "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT". 
My mind went mostly blank as I was being tossed around like a rag doll. I mean, what can i really think about in moments like this? this is technically a normal for me. Waking up, going to school, getting bullied, then going home. This is a life of me, Lincoln Rosemary. "Alright that's enough!!" bellowed a loud booming voice. The noises and the chanting has stop and only sounds of "Move" and "get out of the way" as well as the rustling of clothes and backpacks. The pushing and shoving from my sister her the other cheerleaders stop and I again, collapse on the floor. I look up to see a man, my vision was still foggy from the toilet water and my mind still dizzy from, but I could've sworn it was my english teacher Mr. Blue - Eagle. I don't know and I'd probably find out later as my body gave in and put me into a deep slumber.
●Narrator POV●
'This is bad....'  Mr. Blue - Eagle thought to himself as he saw the 4 cheerleaders in a diamond form where Lincoln Rosemary, a girl with such high talent but poor unfortunate luck, laid in a fetus position in the middle. Like Moses and the red sea, the students parted ways as Mr. B and little Layla went towards Lincoln, with Layla being in the swim team, she carried a really big Egyptian cotton white towel. "You four with me! Layla go find where Armstrong is and notify him to the principal's office. I'm going into Dr. Wolf. And don't you even thinking about running away, I know all of you all!" and with that, Dr. B carried Lincoln to the nurses while Layla went to search the Schools coach hiccuping all the way.

Lincoln Rosemary, a bullied 16 year old girl gets in a horrid accident where it resulted with her receiving a divined blessing. With this new power, a source of mutual good and evil wishes to take possession of it.

The author Christopher Paolinia of this amazing book.
A Farm boy named Eragon, who finds a mysterious stone in the mountains. Not knowing the stone's origin or worth, he attempts to use it as payment to a butcher. A dragon he later names Saphira hatches from the stone, which was really an egg.

It was already noon when Kai got out of basement while princess carrying unconscious  Alina covered in white blanket.
Hearing the sound of opening of basement, Oliver looked at Kai, who was covered in sweat and giving out bad smell from his body.
Seeing this Oliver told Kai to go to bathroom and take Alina with him so that he can wash her body also while he prepare some clothes for her.
Hearing that Kai nod and with Alina went inside the bathroom to take a bath.
"I know you are awake. Stop pretending to be unconscious"
Hearing Kai voice Alina opened her eyes slowly and look at Kai with complicated expression.
She has came to Chronos Magic Academy to act as a undercover spy but before can get the information needed by the organisation. She was so close to it but got caught by Oliver.
Since childhood she had been trained and raised as successor of Vanlune family and have been acting as a spy and Assassin since age of ten and never failed a single mission. This was the first time she failed and made her mind to die but out of her expectations Oliver didn't do anything to her.
Who knew that Oliver is such a sinister guy and will use such a underhand method and knew about our Succubus bloodline which is not know to outside the people of our clan. Even members of organization never share this information about their bloodline and only know that all possess some special bloodline of non human orgin and have inherited it from generation to generation and to preserve the purity of bloodline. The family do inter family marriage and rarely allow anyone to get married person outside the family.
To think by just having sex with this guy my bloodline purity and rank have increased, if mother find out about it she will be happy but now I have been servant of this guy in exchange and he is her master.
Her lower body has become numb and due to intense pounding, just thinking about how she was acting before make her face red.
While Alina has busy thinking, Kai completed taking his bath and about to leave as he look back at Alina.
"Headmaster has brought clothes for you and have placed outside the bathroom after you are done with your bath and get changed come and meet me in dinning room"
Hearing that Alina nod with a blank expression and started washing her body.
Oliver who was sitting in the sofa saw Kai coming and smiled
"How are you feeling? After such a intense session. I have to say Kai, you really got some stamina to go on and on for 4hours" giving a thumbs up to Kai.
Getting praised for such a thing had Kai felt embarrassed as he looked at the clock, which is showing 12:10pm and adjusted his mentally and look at Oliver with a serious expression.
"Headmaster can you now give me the method to control and cultivate spritual energy"
Oliver nod and took out a golden paper with strange letters and place it on the table.
"This is the method but before you take it. I about the issue related to your ancestors and founding King of Buraford Kingdom Eragon Buraford and some of things which I will like you to know"said Oliver with a serious experience as he look at Kai.
Kai nodded, after all cannot ignore it as Oliver have members it is related to survival of his family members and he also wants to know that did Eragon did to make him a sinner.
Before starting Oliver looked at Kai again and stared saying his story.
"Your founding King and ancestor, Eragon Buraford was my third brother and was born in Kourin clan. Since childhood he was not so great of a talent of cultivation but was very hard working and wanted to get recognise by father but was not ever able to due to my talented second brother"
Hearing that Kai was shocked because that would mean Kai and Oliver are related by blood and how he is still alive, is not maximum life span of a magic champion is 1000years but Kai decided to not to ask this question not and listen to complete story of Oliver.
"Our Kourin clan was once the strongest family of all other families in the continent but due to Eragon selfish and hunger for recognition from father led to a get disaster. He secretly stole the holy blood from the ancestors palace and refined it due to which is cultivation increased and reached extremely closed to saint stage. But father still didn't recognise him and declared him as traitor and kick him out of the clan. Later Eragon with the help of Aristocrat families and his friends created the Buraford Kingdom.
Eragon decision to take help from the various Aristocrat families give them chance to get to know each other and eventually lead to formation of golden star cross which purpose was to increase their strength and influence of Aristocrat families"Kai can see the bitter smile on Oliver face while he talk of past events.
"Due to Eragon taking the holy blood. Clan was not able to take part in Heavenly god trial 10000 years ago. Leading to decline in power and purity of bloodline in coming years while Aristocrat families have become stronger and influential"
Hearing Oliver story. Kai can understand that Kourin clan decline is related with Eragon stealing the holy blood and also played role in creation of golden star cross as he looked at Oliver.
"Headmaster what is holy blood and Heavenly god trial?"ask Kai with curiosity.
"Holy blood is a heaven defying treasure which can only be gain after completing the Heavenly god trail which happens every 10000years. The holy blood has mysterious power which can turn any magic users into a battle mage or increase one cultivation to great extent or increase purity of bloodline. 
But to take part in Heavenly god trial one must be a Battle Archmage with age not surpassing 30years. As my age had already passed 30years, I was not able to participate in previous trail, so my father planted to give it to my second brother Darvi who was a sprit magic users when he breakthrough to magic warrior stage making him a battle Archmage but due to Eragon it was not possible later not to mention Eragon was a battle mage"Said Oliver bitterly.
"Such a heaven defying treasure exist?"said Kai with shock.
"Yes and on 15th October of this year. The trail will again occur and will send the new battle Archmage from their side. I also want to give you a chance to take part in it"said Oliver with a serious voice.
"Ah! Do I really have to?"ask Kai.
"Yes, clan have decided to kill all people of Buraford family to end the bloodline of Eragon. These years I have been suppressing it but I don't have much time left in this world. Mostly I will be death by next year"said Oliver with serious voice.
Hearing that Kai thought for sometime"I don't fear this Kourin family, if they try anything funny, I will just just command Jai and other to get rid of them. While I also want to what to know what kind of trail is heavenly god trail"thinking so Kai replied to Oliver.
"Ok, I will participate"


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There are words which are famous and knows to all magic users who want to reach the peak. Representing great deep of magic laws, which gives idea about the journey of great path of magic

MORTAL LIVE BY THEM, 
TRANSCEND KNOW THEM, 
SAINTS UNDERSTAND THEM, 
DIVINE TRANSFORM THEM, 
WORLD CREATES THEM.
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Eros felt a profound pain in his head as memories flooded through his mind.

after the pain had stopped, he recalled that he had died and meet a god like figure known as 'The Author', this author had given him 5 wishes. 

Him being a fairly intelligent and reasonable person chose to be for one to be reincarnated into one of his favorite book series the inheritance cycle or more commonly known as the Eragon series The Author also have him a freebie and said that when he choose he could travel to other book worlds.

His second wish was to have instant mastery and comprehension he didn't want to be a farmer and he didn't want to die again and that was the easiest way to victory.

His third wish was a system status menu and shop In his past life he had been a shut in nerd and he always wanted a system of his own.

His fourth wish was to have infinite energy or will for magic it is the most powerful tool in this world and almost every other.

His fifth and finial wish was to make his own dragon and Rider weapon.

when asked why he didn't choose more powerful wishes by The Author he just stated that it wasn't fun having so many options just to lose the reason for the options and that was to become stronger, fulfill ones desires and care for the ones he loved. 

He did not know how he would make a connection with anyone in this world that he still considered a book but he would try, most likely fail knowing his social skills, but still try.

after assessing what had happened to him he brought himself to peer to his surroundings.

He was in a small clearing surrounded by an extremely dense Pine Forrest with birds singing and chirping, frankly it was beautiful.

As he took in his surroundings he decided to test all his abilities.

"First things first lets see what my system can do" 

As he thought about it the system menu popped up with four options a status menu, an inventory

 'that would be useful' he thought

a creation kit he guessed that this was for making his custom rider weapon and dragon, and a shop, seeing this he wondered how many system points or whatever they would be called he has if any.

He decided to check the shop first.

When opened his systems shop a notification appeared in his vision it read,

'hey bud Author here I'm giving you a free billion system points to start off with because being an awesome dude is my job, good luck and well i guess I've blessed you already so there is no need'

Seeing the amount of system points Eroses eyes almost popped out of their sockets from surprise, shock, and after calming himself, happiness.  Although He was glad to have so many system points but he was slightly disappointed because didn't want to become mindless like so many other op characters in novels he had read relying on their system or god given blessing to overcome their slightest difficulties he wanted to be the one to solve his problems, because he was sure that he was in one and nothing would convince his fanboy mind otherwise.

'well just in case, if anyone can hear or in this case read what I'm thinking hi *mental cheeky happy face*'

(A/N: quite a well crafted fourth wall break if I do say so myself.)

After about an hour of trying to figure out how to get rid of the notification which in that time he had realized he had yet to use his most powerful skill instant mastery and comprehension, in which he had stubbornly refused to use as to not waste this ordeal which he was secretly happy to have, since however godlike he was now he was still a giant fanboy and nerd so he would learn how to use his system without cheats.

after he had finally gotten rid of that cursed thing Eros browsed his system shop finding many things related to his creation kit such as weapon materials like metal, hides, wood, powders, strings, etc he also saw that there was bio materials apparently for making life for instance dragons, and much much more the last and most interesting thing he found was that he could create magic words or words in the ancient language and their affects of course he had to buy the affects and word which costed a surprising amount. 

After words he checked his inventory which was similar to a video games in design but alas it was empty.

He then checked his status menu 

{Name} Eros Sudba
{Age} 17
{Race} Author blessed
{Strength} 0.5
{Stamina} 1
{Willpower} ~infinite~
{Energy} ~infinite~
{Intelligence} 6
{Potential} ~infinite~
{Charisma} 1

Instant mastery, cold somewhat calculating MC, clueless MC, a few novels of my choice 
Noob author, enjoy and give advice if you think i could use it in a certain subject, open to suggestions in how the plot should advance.

{I do not own any of the novels my work is based in and about}

Seojoon walked past the crowd of players virtually unhindered. After seeing the first guy get decapitated, no one wanted to end up with the same fate.

Seojoon gave a glance at the sword that was nestled on his hip. Without the sword, he reckoned that he would have been pummeled to death by a mob. But the most important thing was that he had succeeded in obtaining his class quest.

"Show quests."

[Quests
<Become a Swordsman!> (0/1 crazy dog  0/10 rabbits)
<Get Your First Class Quest!> (0/1 class quests completed)]

Once he killed a crazy dog and ten rabbits, he would finish two quests in one go and would be able to learn swordsmanship.

As he approached the gates again, he saw Mike and Zie guarding the gate as usual. "Yo, did you get the class quest?"

"Yep, thanks to you, I didn't have to wait in line."

"It was nothing. So what did you decide on becoming?"

"I'm becoming a swordsman."

Zie nodded his head in approval. "Smart choice. Now you will be able to learn from the captain after you finish your quest and gain a class."

Seojoon waved goodbye at the soldiers and made his way outside the gate when he paused and turned around. "Do you happen to know where I can find Cr-"

"You can find a crazy dog after killing a few rabbits. They are attracted to the blood you see," quickly answered Mike before Seojoon could finish his sentence.

"How did you-"

"Know? Well, both Mike and I have taken the swordsman class quest already. Now hurry up and go kill them beasts. The rabbits will be easy and once again watch out for crazy dogs."

Seojoon bowed and headed off into the field. Almost instantly, he saw a rabbit dart past his legs and run away. Without wasting a moment, Seojoon immediately chased after it. The rabbits had a horrible health pool and would die after one full swing from his sword, however, the problem was that they were very fast. Due to their fast agility, they were able to outrun and outmaneuver Seojoon and the countless of other players on the field. Seojoon even considered the rabbits to be more of a pain than the slimes.

However, now that he had increased his agility, he was able to catch the rabbits with ease. Seojoon grabbed the struggling rabbit before drawing his sword and running it through the rabbit. The tiny little creature let out a soft whimper before exploding into light.

One down, nine to go.

After slaying his seventh rabbit, Seojoon heard a low snarl. Before he could react, however, he felt a dull sense of pain in his leg and fell down.

When Seojoon recovered from the shock, he saw that there was a big gray animal sinking its jaws into his calf. It looked like a stray German Shepard that hadn't been cleaned in ages and when Seojoon stared into the animal's eyes, there was a crazed look to them, making them seem feral and insane.

Crazed dog.... what a fitting name.

Before the crazy dog could do more damage, Seojoon kicked the dog in the snout, forcing it off his leg and quickly got back up.

[-5]

[You have lost 30 health. Health: 90/120]

[Your leg has been attacked, your agility will temporarily decrease by 50%]

Seojoon's eyes went wide with shock. A single bite from the dog shaved away a fifth of his total health and even slowed him down. If he did not pay attention to the dog's attacks, he would die.

Seojoon raised his sword and pointed it towards the dog and heightened his guard toward the dog. The two of them then did a staredown as they each waited for the other person to move.

The dog was the first one to break the standstill as it lunged towards Seojoon's throat. He hastily raised his sword to intercept the dog when the dog suddenly ducked beneath his blade and tore into his side.

[You have lost 40 health. Health: 50/120]

This time, instead of kicking the dog away, Seojoon grabbed his sword with both hands and drove it downwards into the dog who was still biting down onto the side of his stomach.

The blade struck true this time and penetrated through the back of the dog, causing it to let out a quick yelp. before going limp.

[-50. Fatal Hit! You have killed a Crazy Dog.
+5 exp]

After the dog had exploded into light, Seojoon fell onto the floor while breathing heavily. After a moment or so, he broke out into laughter. "I just almost died."

The thrill of fighting against the crazy dog was so exhilarating that Seojoon could still see the crazy eyes of the dog even after it had perished. His heart was beating at an incredible pace and he felt alive. Although it was a relatively short battle, it was still immensely satisfying.

It was almost comparable to when he finished a particularly good book series such as Harry Potter or Eragon. In fact, the only reason why he enjoyed reading books so much in the first place was because of the feeling he got when he got engrossed in the story. The feeling when he became the character and could imagine and see the magical world in the eyes of the characters. To visualize an entire battle, 

However, in the game, he did not need to imagine.

If he becomes stronger.... would he be able to experience even more thrilling battles?

Seojoon closed his eyes as he could almost see himself in a battle, slaying down monsters with a swing of his blade. A feeling of ecstasy washed over him and got him to stand up and open his eyes. His eyes immediately zeroed in on a lonely defenseless rabbit a few meters away from him.

".... let's finish this quest quickly. I can't wait to learn swordsmanship."

Seojoon raised his sword and charged at the little rabbit with a wild smile on his face. For the first time in a while, he was enjoying something other than a book.

A teacher dies and goes back in time. With his pre learned knowledge, he decides that he no longer needs to study and gives the newest high tech virtual reality game a try.

He becomes a swordsman but his thirst for reading carries onto his in game life? How far will he go, and what will happen in his daily life? Will he tell the world who he is? Or will he keep his identity as a secret?

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Ahsoka had faced several dark Jedi, but this one was strange. Usually you would feel the darkness within a sith, but in this boy there was no such presence. If it weren't for the obvious giveaways such as his eyes, armor, and saber. He would be able to stand in a group of Jedi without them noticing any sort of evil presence. 

  His eyes were blue with a red ring around his iris, cracks of yellow were present in his deep blue eyes. He had light brown blondish hair and he was tall. (6.7ft [204cm]) Ashoka and Sabine had been searching for Ezra Bridger, a very important force in the rebellion, and the liberator of Lothal. Apparently they weren't the only ones.


   "look I'm trying to ask nicely, where. is. Ezra." his voice was in a strained whisper, like he was trying not to yell. "I've already told you, I've never heard of him." His expression contorted for a second before he gave a wry smile. "I am not ignorant Snips" he paused for a moment, letting the nickname given to her by her old master sink in

   "I know who you are, I know of your days as a padawan, in the rebellion, and I would be rewarded for taking your head. I'm trying to be reasonable." 


Ahsoka looked at the young man "how did you…?" the young man looked at the jedi "Anakin Skywalker's fall to the darkside was a true tragedy… now, where is Ezra?"

"I don't know, but I'm not going to let you find him." she said defiantly activating her lightsabers.



  The young man just looked at her "I'm not trying to fight you, or Ezra. I'm just looking for a valuable ally…" he turned and walked away.




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  It had been three years since my training in the force began, and I had changed a lot. You wouldn't think of murder as training, but the Sith would. I had killed five jedi since my training began, and I remember each one.


  I thought it would get easier, but it didn't. 


  Training was intense, and non-stop. I had a few hours a day to meditate, but that was it. I became a much better force user. I was adept at form three and five with a lightsaber, And I had gotten my own robes and designed them similarly to Darth Caedus'. 


  I had changed. I was quicker to anger, I was more impatient, and that's saying something. Not to mention my change in appearance. The more I immersed myself into the sinister force abilities, the more my eyes changed, it started as just a crack of yellow in my left iris, now there are several cracks in both of my irises and a thin red ring around it. I had also gotten taller, though that was mostly because I was still maturing.


  


  A few months ago I started on my journey to find Ezra Bridger, not for the empire, but to invite him into my own Force using order… the knights of Grey? (A/N I'm open to suggestion.) I don't know, but neither the jedi, nor the sith are good for the galaxy. The Jedi have bad philosophy, and the sith are evil.



  Though I didn't like the sith there was a lot the jedi gave up by not studying the dark side. Any ability that was created by sith was evil to the jedi, regardless of whether or not the ability was inherently evil. I recently studied an ancient sith tribe that used the force to combust particles in the air creating fire, and now I could do it to. Darth Sidious' lightning is done in a similar way, but I can't figure it out.



  I had only watched the first three seasons of Rebels so I had no Idea that Ezra had gone. Now, after my talk with Ahsoka, I do. 


  

  I'm gonna be honest, after my encounter with Ahsoka I just hopped from planet to planet. I searched every planet I remembered from Star Wars lore, I even met Darth Maul on Malachor, I guess he had survived another fall. After a long search I finally came upon Dagobah, the swamp planet.



  My decent was brutal, my ship, the gauntlet fighter I named The Eragon from one of my favorite book series, had been greatly damaged and would take at least a full days work to repair. 


  

  I reached out with the force, there were many life forces on the planet's but only two that had a significant connection to the force, one was south, the other was north-east. The one south of me is obviously weaker than the other on the planet, but it was rather similar to mine. It had the same output of power. The one to the north-east of me is obviously Yoda, but I still have to be careful about the other one.



  I was wondering if I should go to Yoda for training. I may have been trained by Vader, but I've only been taught in the methods of a sith. I almost did to, until the life force south of me started moving in my direction. Quickly. 


  I climbed up a tree and used the force to hide my presence, but any jedi could still tell that someone was in the area. In seconds a man wearing a tattered orange and tan combat suit burst into the clearing "HELLO, ANYBODY HERE" his voice was a bit young compared to his appearance, his hair was long, and a weird shade of black, he had a rough goatee.



  Jumping down from the tree, my cloak flowing like a cape behind me, I responded. "Yes, me." the man saw me and immediately frowned. He sighed. "Another inquisitor" He reached down and grabbed the lightsaber hooked to his belt.

Emmett Law didn't have the best life nor did his family, one day during a new school-year he is killed by some bullies that took it too far after he fought back. and then he wakes up on Tatooine.

(this is mostly a story based fanfic with some comedic touches and however many references I can make without negatively affecting the story.)

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