Long ago stood the kingdom of Requiem, a land of men who could grow wings and scales, breathe fire, and take flight as dragons. Requiem ruled the sky. But Dies Irae, a tyrant leading an army of griffins, hunted Requiem's people, burned their forests, and shattered their temples. Requiem fell. This ancient land now lies in ruin, its halls crumbled, its cries silenced, its skeletons littering the burned earth. In the wilderness, a scattering of survivors lives in hiding. The griffins still hunt them, and every day promises death. Will Requiem's last children perish in exile... or once more become dragons and fly to war?

This is a fan fiction of Inheritance, but doesn't start right at the beginning of the book so bear with me on that. This girl, Alexandra, literally gets sucked into the story, or rather, into the world of Alagaesia itself. She wakes in the middle of the Varden with modern clothes, her horse from home, and her ipod, but that's not all...destined to become a rider herself, she has the strength and grace of an elf, magnified even more by years of ballet, an awesome but horrific control over the elements and not surprisingly...Eragon's heart.