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Chapter 1: How to begin?
Once upon a time, a young boy of nine wrote while he sat next to his older sister's laptop thinking of how to start his story and muttered, "No, to much fairy tale," and quickly erased the four words. "Maybe…" a long, long time ago… "Not a chance, way to star wars!" Aaron sat there at Deadly Creative's desk thinking when he suddenly exclaimed, "I've got it!" A boy was found in the ruins of his parents house whom where dead because Lord Voldemort killed them! "No way, that's too much Harry Potter; J. K. Rowling would probably sue me for copy write." Aaron was becoming impatient for he wished to write a good story to show his older sister that he could write, and she wouldn't be able to ignore it if it was on her laptop, and she would if it was on his computer. There were soft footsteps behind him and he could hear someone breathing, "Um… Deadly Creative, I am sorry I am in your room but…"
Some one grabbed him by the neck and turned him around, it was Eragon hold out a long and thin knife toward the boys neck, "step away from the computer, this is my story, I am going to write it!" Aaron scrambled away from the desk and begun to run for the door when Eragon spoke again. "No boy, stay here."
Aaron smiled weakly and his pail face looked like he was going to faint, "Eragon?"
Eragon did not even turn to look at the boy but lazily raised his right hand and a smirk appeared across his face, "that's my name." He said emotionlessly and without any further expressions.
"You may want to leave before my sister comes, she won't be very happy to see anyone in her room," Aaron whispered at the taller figure.
"You should respect those with better weapons then you," laughed Eragon wickedly. Eragon began to type once there was a mysterious and charming man named Eragon whose face looked as though angels had carved it and there was not a girl anywhere who did not love him, and they baked him cookies and other delicious treats.
A figure began to climb threw the cracked window, "as should you oh wise one." Said the voice of Murtagh as he walked over to Eragon and looked at the computer.
"Do you wish to fight?" threatened Eragon.
"I won last time, I do not want to embarrass you in front of the little boy," Murtagh said, finally recognizing that Aaron was in the room.
"Is it okay if I leave? It is about 7:30pm and if I don't get my ice cream now, my mom wont let me have any," Aaron tried to smile, but it looked more as if he was constipated.
Murtagh nodded and looked at the computer screen, "carved by angels? Are you kidding me?"
"You shouldn't be talking!"
"Neither of you should be talking!" screamed Deadly Creative as she stood at the doorway of her room with Aaron beside her. "What are you doing in my room?" Effortlessly she pushed Eragon out of her chair and sat at the computer, "Aaron, when I said that I doubted you could write a story, I did not mean you should pick random druggies off the street to make you look good."
"Druggies? Do you know who we are?" Eragon asked in pain.
"Eragon, everyone knows you are the biggest loser in the world, and with no competition either," Murtagh smiled. "And I am the biggest-"
"Ass in the world, I know," Aaron laughed. Deadly Creative looked down at him and then returned her gaze to the computer screen.
"Carved by angels? More like three eyed beasts that have no thumbs and no fingers," Deadly Creative sighed. "You have some serious egotistical problems Eragon."
"Are you calling me mental?" screamed Eragon.
"You are mental Eragon!" laughed Murtagh, pretending to sigh.
Eragon drew his sword from his sheath, Murtagh took Zar'roc, and the two of them began to circle and fight, throwing random insults at each other for their personal entertainment. Taking this as a distraction, Deadly Creative began to type after erasing what Eragon had previously wrote…
As Eragon looks up into the starry sky, he begins to smell the scent of apple pies drifting in from the window of the castle of which he had been captured.
"Captured! Never!" Eragon threw Deadly Creative (D.C.) from her chair. But Eragon stood up and ran for it, leaving the guards behind in the dust, for everyone knows that Eragon was being hardly guarded for he was so important.
Murtagh threw Eragon from D.C.'s chair. But Murtagh ran up from behind and caught him effortlessly. D.C. pulled Murtagh off. In addition, the two of them fought in the forest, making furious blows, the clanking of swords drew attention from nearby…Murtagh pulled D.C. off, and Eragon took over the chair in the distraction. However, Eragon used his elf skills to beat Murtagh. Murtagh punched Eragon and laughed, "You beat me? Not a chance!" and he begun typing. Murtagh suddenly leaped toward Eragon and laughed wickedly saying, "And you thought you beat me!"
"I have and idea," Deadly Creative said. "We can each write 10 words and then pass the story on to the next person, okay?"
"No," Murtagh and Eragon said together.
"Either that or I will kick you lazy idiots from my room." The two boys reluctantly agreed. "Okay, I will go first, but I have to get ride of this ridiculous story!" with that, she began…first D.C., then Eragon, then Murtagh, then D.C., the Eragon, then Murtagh…
It was a beautiful summer day when Eragon went out …to kill his older Brother named Murtagh, who was very …intelligent and way more smart then Eragon who would never …be able to get out of bed because he was …so awesome and cool. He found Murtagh because he was …delusional and thought he saw something but really he saw …a beautiful girl whose name was Deadly Beautiful and she …looked extremely stupid and was really a guy even though …Murtagh was perfect in every way. Murtagh was everything Eragon …wished he could be. But Murtagh had a large ego and …he died at the hands of Eragon Shadeslayer, the mightiest …loser to ever walk across the ground. Murtagh was perfect in …no way at all. Deadly Beautiful was, and the …king Galbatorax took the ugly girl away from Eragon's computer! …Which actually belonged to Murtagh who was much smarter then …no one except the dirt between his toes and the …air around him, and Eragon is way smarter then him …in his mind. Eragon is mentally challenged in many ways. …Eragon and Murtagh and I are writing a lame story that no one would want to read so why are we even writing it!!!!
"Why did you write that?" said Eragon as he burst into tears. "I am the most awesome author in the world!"
"Yah right!" laughed Murtagh. "In your wildest dreams."
"Come on, let's work together and write a good story…"
The second battle had ended and Murtagh had returned to King Galbatorax' castle without Eragon or Saphira, and the King were not very happy about this at all. There fore he heavily punished Murtagh and Thorn….But Murtagh was to tough to even pay attention to his punishment for Galbatorax was so wimpy and dumb and could never control such a strong person as him….But Galbatorax knew other ways to punish someone besides for physical beatings. The Ugly guy who called himself king made Murtagh clean toilets for three hours straight and then clean the stables as well…. However, Murtagh used his magic to force the slaves into doing the work for him, because he was so charming. Meanwhile, King Galbatorax was working on the next punishment for Murtagh, one that would be so much harder. He had tried to attach his body and mind, what was there left? That's right, the one thing that had been being taken from himself so long ago, his heart
"So, how do you think we are doing this time?" Murtagh asked.
"Better," sighed Deadly Creative. "It's an improvement."
"I want to write more!" complained Eragon. "And I want to be in the story!"
"Yes," came the sudden voice of Galbatorax. "And I would like to pick my path as well…"
The three of them stared at Galbatorax and then at each other, "you will get your turn." D.C. said a slight smile evident on her face.
"Alagaesia will never be the same," Galbatorax laughed wickedly and whispered something in Deadly Creative's ear.
"I like that," she smiled and let Galbatorax sit on her chair.