What we didn't see

I don't own Merlin or Inheritance Cycle

They all stood in the throneroom. The mad-smiling-should-be-dead-by-now-king and his ridicules-big-black-should-also-be-dead-by-now-dragon on one side, and the human-boy-turned-rider-turned-human-elf-hybrid, the blue-scales-so-bright-it-hurts-dragon, the little-but-very-scary-girl, the princess-who-cannot-show-her-emotions-elf and many my-body-is-dead-but-not-my-heart-even-if-it-does-not-make-any-sense-eldunari on the other.

Right at that moment the King was rambling about how they all should just give up; they had already lost and would just embarrass themselves if they continued to fight.

Like if they were actually going to listen! - Even though they all knew he was speaking the truth.

Just as the King was about to begin on the next step of his evil-but-peace-bringing-plan, where there would actually be something more than talk, an intense golden light filled the room, until they all had to close their eyes. When the white spots from their vision a man was standing in the middle of the room.

He was skinny, had raven-coloured hair, big ears, and a very bright smile which fitted perfectly with his very-red-always-there-neckerchief. Unknown to them this was the save-the-world-and-the-prat-from-the-shadows-without-getting-any-credit-becorse-he-would-be-killed-if-they-found-out-dragonlord-warlock, also known as Emrys and other even weirder names.

"Do you not know it is very rude to interrupt people?" the King snapped, slightly annoyed that his plan was dragging out; he had a time by the castle-masseur in 30 minutes.

"Sorry, I promise, I will make it really quick," babbled the dragonlord-warlock.

"Okay, so to make this story short," he continued in his best I-will-now-begin-to-tell-you-a-very-long-story-voice. "My dead-living-in-a-lake-girlfriend told me I had to end this war, as you all sort of failed, so … That is what I will do now."

With those well-chosen words he walked over to the ridiculous-big-black-dragon and began to growl-shout an unknown spell. The King looked interested at the stranger, but the rest of the onlookers gaped at him in shock as the dragon gave a short bow and flew up through the ceiling, leaving a ridiculous-big-dragon-shaped-hole behind.

"Ups, sorry, my fault. I should have been more specific," said the dragonlord-warlock and waved his hand at the hole. His eyes flashed gold and the celling repaired itself; leaving it just as ugly grey as it had been before.

The King had decided that it was a very nice trick, which he wanted to learn too, and was now jumping up and down exited while shouting, "Teach me! Teach me!"

"Nah, a sorcerer never reveals his tricks, and would have to be kind of born with it either way, or you would just be a madman shouting at the sky ..."

When the King's smile didn't falter at all, he added "- and you don't have time for that as I am going to end this now!"

Then with a shouted, "Ástríce!" the mad-smiling-should-be-dead-by-now-king went flying into the very-hard-throne and thereby became the mad-finally-dead-but-still-managing-to-smile-in-some-creepy-way-king.

The dragonlord-warlock looked at the others' shocked faces, dusted his hands off, and gave them a big smile. "Well, I have to go; lives to save, royal-prats to annoy ..." he said happily and was about to leave when a "wait" from the young rider stopped him. "Who are you?"

The dragonlord-warlock looked him directly in the eyes and said very seriously, "I am many things, every person sees me differently, and I am called just as many names as I have faces. Most would call me an idiot or a pest, but you can just call me Merlin."

And with those words the save-the-world-and-the-prat-from-the-shadows-without-getting-any-credit-becorse-he-would-be-killed-if -they-found-out-dragonlord-warlock disappeared once again in a bright golden light, never to be seen in Alagaësia again.

Just in that moment the enemy-friend-half-brother-rider, the red-angry-not-so-bright-scales-dragon and very-young-and-strange-with-many-hidden-talents-leader came through a not-so-hidden-but-unnoticed-door and joined them. They had sneaked out before this story began, to drink a lovely cup of tea, and was now giving the still gaping crowd all weird looks.

The others waited a moment before silently agreeing on telling that Eragon had killed Galbatorix with the help from the Eldunarí; because that was so much easier.