I'm ba-ack and this time I brought an Inheritance Cycle/Twilight Princess crossover! Now before I continue let me get one thing straight, Link does NOT exist in this story. Al special weapons and powers that belonged to Link hereby go to this story's Chosen Hero, Eragon. Secondly, the only Zelda game I ever played was Twilight Princess (with maybe a microscopic bit of OoT) so I apologise for any mistakes before-hand.

Pairings: Possible EragonxSaphira, EragonxMidna or EragonxZelda (not too sure at this point) with maybe some MurtaghxNasuada or RoranxKatrina if I feel like it.

High above the clouds, a sapphire dragon flew with the grace and majesty of any of her kind. Upon her back was a young man with brown hair and blue eyes, long since accustomed to the excitement and novelty of dragon-flight.

To Eragon Shadeslayer, it had seemed just like the other day when he and his cousin, Roran, had stormed Helgrind to rescue Katrina. They had found the Ra'zac's lair to be empty, save for the imprisoned woman kept somewhere in the center of the mountain. Saphira had carried the three humans back to the Varden's camp shortly after, as Katrina was in dire need of medical attention and Eragon could not wait for the Ra'zac to return.

Assured that Katrina was in a healer's care, Eragon and Saphira had left Roran at the camp with his fiance so that dragon and Rider could continue on to Tronjheim. There they were to attend the coronation of the new Dwarf King, Orik, and pay their final respects to the previous ruler before he was laid to rest. Saphira knew flew somewhere along the southeastern part of Alagaesia, steadily travelling from the Burning Plains up into the Beor Mountains.

It had been quite early in the morning when Eragon and Saphira had departed from the Varden's camp. Now it was late in the afternoon and the sky which had been so friendly when they had set out was beginning to be filled with ominous dark clouds that promised a whopper of a storm. Saphira was beginning to grow weary from the long flight and was becoming nervous at the prospect of being trapped in a thunderstorm.

The blue dragon was currently muttering to herself, flying lower all the while as the clouds gathered overhead to steadily make a single black sheet where blue skies had been. Eragon knew that they would not make it to Farthern Dur before the storm broke, and had allowed Saphira to scan the area to find a suitable shelter to wait out the bad weather.

"Any luck, Saphira?" he asked. The little innocent breeze that had started around mid-day was beginning to grow in strength, its chilling touch no longer so pleasant to Eragon.

Saphira was silent for a moment as she circled ever closer to the rocky sides of the mountains as she searched for shelter. No, she replied. Despite the Beor Mountains being twice the size of the Spine, their caves are twice as small. I could not find a cave big enough for you, let alone for the both of us.

Eragon glanced up at the darkening sky. "You'll find one in time, right?"

The dragon was silent for a moment, circling toward an opening in a mountainside to investigate further. Seeing it was tinier than what it had originally appeared to be, she turned away and flew higher. I do not know, little one, she replied.

"Maybe if we-" A sudden flash of red light interrupted what Eragon was about to say. Eragon barely had time to bark a command that caused a shield to cover him and Saphira, deflecting the magic just in time. The Rider whipped his head around, reflexively unsheathing the sword he had borrowed from the armoury while doing so.

A dragon slightly smaller than Saphira was flying toward them with impossible speed, brilliant ruby-colored scales muted by the dark clouds that blotted out the sun. Astride the red dragon, Thorn, was Murtagh, one hand keeping a firm hold on the saddle while the other was held open, ready to cast another spell.

Saphira quickly turned and zoomed up higher into the sky, making sure she kept clear of the mountain-tops. Eragon felt her tense beneath him, her instinct to fight this opponent going against her common sense that told her to flee. They're back earlier than we expected, she said, and we have no new tricks against them. Should we try to fight them again?

Eragon shook his head. Murtagh and Thorn are stronger than us, he admitted. The only reason we escaped at the Burning Plains was because Murtagh found a loophole in his oaths. Galbatorix must have made him swear additional promises to not show such mercy. If we fight, we shall both be captured and dragged to Urubaen in chains.

The blue dragon growled, reluctant to forsake a chance of revenge. But she looked up at the stormy sky and nodded her head. Thorn seems to be unaware of the storm, she observed. We may have an advantage over them if we flee now.

Then go!

Saphira surged forward, breathing a torrent of fire as she charged at Thorn. Under the impression that he was being attacked, the red dragon swerved to the side to avoid being rammed. But instead of flying up to meet him in battle, the blue dragon took her chance and rushed past Thorn, beating her wings as fast as they could go. Eragon clung to Saphira, the dragon moving too fast for him to cast spells over his shoulder to deter Murtagh and Thorn even further.

Thorn bellowed in rage, enraged that his quarry had fooled him and rocketed off in hot pursuit. His Rider was shouting spells, throwing red magic at Saphira that rebounded off the wards Eragon had hastily conjured. But soon the spells ceased as Thorn grew too fast for Murtagh, and Eragon's brother was forced too cling to his dragon as well.

Saphira's training with Glaedr had given her endurance, but she was exhausted from the long flight and flying at this speed was not wise. She was breathing heavily, struggling for oxygen as her impossible speed began to falter.

Thorn, however, was showing no sign of fatigue. He was clearly rested and seeing Saphira's burst of energy beginning to waver only goaded him on. The red dragon covered the distance with every new wing beat and in no time he would catch Saphira.

That is, if the weather didn't catch them first. The moment Thorn was upon Saphira the storm broke and unleashed its burden on the dragons and their Riders.

Lightning flashed, dangerously close to the two dragons. Thorn wheeled out of the way as another bolt of lightning struck where he had been moments before. Saphira dove downward, heading into a dark cloud and away from the other dragon. The storm had distracted Murtagh from his mission, too focused on trying to navigate through the danger to notice his brother had escaped.

Eragon grinned at Saphira's excellent escape, but the joy was soon sapped out of him as he and Saphira were left alone to brave the strengthening storm.

Saphira was exhausted from the chase and it was taking all of her effort to stay aloft in the powerful winds. Eragon could tell she was trying to fly closer to the ground and look for a place to land, but the winds blew upward, forcing her higher whenever she tried to go down.

"Come on, Saphira!" Eragon cried. "You can do this!" His words of encouragement were lost as a mighty clap of thunder added to the chaos of the storm. Eragon winced at the powerful sound that caused his bones to shake. Saphira dodged another bolt of lightning, banking sharply to the right as she tried to find a way out of the winds that batted her to and fro like a cat playing with a mouse.

Eragon abonded the use of his voice; it would do nothing in this noisy storm. Instead he urged Saphira on mentally, transferring some of his own energy into her. Come on, Saphira, you can do this! All you have to do is beat this wind and find a place to land, then it'll all be over.

The blue dragon was too tired to reply, but Eragon could feel her increase her already monumental effort to escape the storm. She began to flap frantically, flying downward with her eyes narrowed against the wind. Eragon clutched the saddle for dear life, trying not to get blown off. For the longest time all he could do was squint against the wind, feeling Saphira struggle against him as she flew in place. But finally her fight against the wind seemed to be working as she gradually began to fly lower.

You're doing it Saphira. Almost there. The battle against the storm was almost won; Eragon swore he could see the peaks of the Beors below him. Saphira was panting from the enormous effort, struggling for every breath, but her progress down to the mountains was steady.

The mountains were close now, their jagged peaks outlined against the lightning. So close.....

A sudden burst of bright light blinded Eragon. He heard Saphira bellow in agony, getting tossed upward and back into the storm. He opened his mouth to use his magic, but then the bright light hit him. He could feel a sharp and intense pain in his arm, the shock of it causing him to fall of Saphira.

The pain was so strong and so agonising that Eragon felt that he would die from it. Darkness was beginning to close in around him, a cold and unfeeling abyss that was beginning to numb the pain. Eragon allowed himself to drift off into unconsciousness, slowly becoming unaware of the world around him.

He could hear Saphira's roars of pain.....her calling his name.....and he was falling.....falling....

I know it's a bit short, but it's only the prologue. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.

Next up: Rusl finds a rather large surprise at in the Faron Woods and Ordon Village recieves its strangest visitors ever.