Unwilling: OK, I got bored in Social Studies, so I forced a plot bunny to bite me. So, don't kill Unsworn, because if you do, then there will be one less slash writer in the world. And you wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you?

Trees. Lots of trees. That is what the eye normally focuses on in Greenpeace's backyard. The birds were cheeping, the crickets were deafening, and a young lady was whingeing.

"Why don't you have any sakura trees?' This came from the aforementioned young lady, one with barely-visible red streaks in her hair. 'I want a sakura tree!"

'I know, I know, Lyr-hime.'

"Don't call me Lyr! Well, you can, as long as you spell it with an e on the end…"

"What, as in Lyre? The instrument?"

"Ya!"

"…I'll just call you Lyra."

Now, the two girls were on the computer. Or, rather, Greenpeace was on the computer while Lyra sat beside her looking disgusted.

"Greenpeace, why do you have to write Galby/Morzan? It disturbs me."

"That's why I write it."

"Sadist."

"I wish…"

At this statement, Lyra rolled her eyes. She reached up over Greenpeace's head and pulled down her copies of Eragon and Eldest. "Can you please show me exactly where it says that Daddy and Morzan had an affair?"

"Ok, Lyre. A: What is it with you and having Galby as your father? B: You know damn well that it isn't in the books, but I draw my own conclusions."

"Yeah, yeah, what ever…"

Greenpeace sighed. Then she perked up and said, "Pink is a happy colour!"

Frowning, Lyra asked, "I thought you changed it to 'Urple is the colour of doom!'"

"I know, but this one annoys you more."

Now it was Lyra's turn to sigh. Which she did very dramatically, seeing that she once spent half a drama lesson learning the proper way to sigh. "I wish I could go to Alagaesia and marry Murtagh…"

"Who doesn't?" Greenpeace blinked. "Go to Alagaesia, I mean. I don't wanna marry Murt! I like Morzy better."

"Do you mind? I was actually trying to get Eric Idle to appear in drag and whisk me off to Urubaen!"

Greenpeace decided that now would be the time to back away.

Lyra tried again. "I only wanna go to Alagaesia! I only wanna marry Murtagh-sama!"

POOF!

Eric Idle appeared dressed as a fairy godmother. "And so you shall!" he said gently, tapping Lyra on the head. Just before she disappeared, she grabbed Greenpeace, and then stared at the cloud of sparkles that had encircled them.

"Pretty…"

Unwilling: Well, that's all I'm willing to write at the moment. Erm… Unsworn has decided to remain silent and leave the author's notes to me.

And yes, we do know that this is short.

PS: We don't own anything! Except for Lyra and Greenpeace…who are OC's...