Unwilling: I HATE SCIENCE!
...And math. May I ask what importance the Fibonacci sequence will have in my future life?
Anyways, I wrote most of this in science. I'm thinking of doing a cameo chapter, so all you reviewers can spend a few minutes with all our favourite villains. And maybe the other, unimportant characters, e.g. Eragon, Arya, Roran, etc. But I'm not too sure. I'll take a vote, OK? (That should get us more reviews.) Just clickie the purty button at the bottom of the screen and say whether or not there will be a cameo.
And, as for Unsworn, she is not on the net, so she has no idea about anything. And she asked for the Mary-Sue thing, OK?
Oh, yeah, she would like to ask people to lay off the G/M thing, so let's all be mean and bug her about it!
Lyra, Greenpeace and Murtagh entered the throne room, Murtagh with hushed reverence, Greenpeace swallowing nervously and Lyra jumping up and down in excitement.
King Galbatorix was an imposing figure—his black eyes glittered with malice, his robe was cut to perfection, his lips were twisted into a cruel smirk—and he stood at exactly one meter tall.
Lyra looked shocked for a moment, then recovered, yelled "DADDY!" and double-glomped him.
"Oof."
Murtagh rushed to help Galbatorix back up, but Lyra held up her spife threateningly. Murtagh quickly backed away.
Lyra said, "Daddy, how good it is to finally see you! I have searched far and wide, for uncountable years, over uncharted lands—"
"Never mind that," Greenpeace said rather rudely. She took out a notebook and pen, hauled Lyra to her feet, and smiled charmingly at the king.
"Sir, is it true that you and Morzan had an affair?"
If it was possible, Murtagh paled even more. His eyes flicked around the room, looking for the nearest exit.
"What? N-no! We were—just...friends!" The king spluttered. "Anyway, how would that work?"
Greenpeace sighed at his ignorance. "I guess I'll have to show you."
"Greenpeace," Lyra hissed. "Don't do it! You know what happens when you do that!"
"Shut up," said Greenpeace, her perfectly pitched voice vibrating in anger and rage...
She tossed back her hair, which rippled down her back in shimmering waves...
Lifting up her slim, perfectly shaped fingers, Greenpeace took a deep breath, the silver swirling in her deep purple eyes a testament to the power that lay within her slim yet powerful body...
Lyra yelled out a savage and incomprehensible war cry and body slammed Greenpeace.
"Maximus!"
Greenpeace stopped, the purple and wilver fading from her body. "Cacat. Thanks, Lyr. Sorry sir..."
Lyra felt the need to explain what had just happened. "Well, daddy, Greenpeace was gonna...kinda...resurrect Morzan-sama. And she chose the worst possible way to do it. I mean, she could have just teleported us to the Old Kingdom... but nooo—"
Greenpeace whapped her.
"She had to go and turn into a SUE!"
Greenpeace facepalmed. "Yeah, uh, it's a thing. Lyr, you wanna go to the Old Kingdom?"
"Well, yeah, preferably during the time that Orannis was living..."
"Okay... Eric?" The aforementioned fairy, uh, transvestite, appeared in a cloud of bright pink sparkles.
"Your wish is my command," he—she—it said, bowing.
"Uh, find some random necromancer, please? We need to raise Morzan from the dead."
"And so you shall!" He—she—oh, whatever! Waved a bright pink wand and in yet another cloud of bright pink sparkles stood Hedge, evil necromancer of the highest order. Even though he was technically dead, but the Eric-thing seemed to be able to bypass canonical disabilities such as, er, being dead.
Lyra squee'd, and headed over for a glomp. Hedge raised his sword. Lyra suddenly went over to talk to Greenpeace.
Greenpeace whapped her. Yes, again. Lyra has lost around ¾ of her brain cells due to Greenpeace's whapping, but Greenpeace claims she wasn't using them anyway.
"Mr. Hedge, sir, um, I'm a Free Mage. Will you help me?"
"Free Mage?"
"Yes, I control Free Magic." Greenpeace began to glow Sue-ishly. Hedge quaked. Apparently he'd seen this sort of thing before, and they hadn't ended well for him. E.g., he'd gotten his butt kicked by a bunch of adolescents with eating disorders.
"What would you have me do?"
"Uh, summon," Greenpeace held up a badly-drawn fanart of Morzan, "this dude, please?"
Galbatorix stared. "Who is that?"
Greenpeace looked sheepish. "Uh, that's a really bad picture of your lover. Sorry."
Galbatorix looked furtively from side-to-side. "Islanzadi?"
"NO! Morzan. He's cooler."
Hedge nodded, and rang a bell. Lyra tapped him on the shoulder. "Um...sir...don't you have to go into Death first?"
Hedge glared, and did so.
Lyra nodded happily. She liked it when big machomen did what she said.
Ice cracked. Hedge shivered, but no-one looked at him. All eyes were on the man that had appeared—Morzan.
"SQUEE!"
Unwilling: Well... erm... I've had a review asking for a pig...so... it'll be in the next chappie, OK carthasis?
And all you wonderful reviewers, we :wub: you! Keep up the good work! Don't forget to vote on the cameo chapter!