Hello again, Here's chapter four! Not much to say today.

Drumroll!!!!!

Arya and Murtagh were walking down the corridor when they heard strange noises up ahead, they came to a stop outside Galby's office, the door was locked and a sign on the front said 'DO NOT DISTURB, GENIUS AT WORK!'

They pressed their ears against the door to try and make out what was going on inside, all they could hear was thump, scratch, and then an ahhh!

Murtagh giggled and walked away whistling, Arya dragged him back, Murtagh sighed, he turned around and gave the door a hard kick which sent it swinging inwards at a great speed, smashing it against the wall.

Galby turned around, Arya screamed, Murtagh laughed. Galbatorix had a glue stick stuck to his beard and his moustache was partly cut off, there were bits of coloured paper and tinsel stuck to his face, and cellophane stuck to his head, there were pen and texta marks all along his arms and hands.

Arya overcame her shock, seeing the ex-king in such a state, Murtagh though was on the floor curled into a ball of laughter, Galby tried to talk but was always stopped by a chorus of laughter coming from Murtagh.

"As I was saying Arya," Galby said, Murtagh snorted, before getting up from the floor, Galby glared at him, Murtagh flashed him a smile, Galby mumbled something so Arya wouldn't hear.

"Why did you scream Galby?" Arya asked him.

"I didn't do it purposely," he said, "Glue guns are hot, especially when you touch the hot glue,"

"What were you doing with a glue gun?!?!" Arya exclaimed.

"Just making you this Christmas card," he said, he picked up the card from the floor which looked just as mangled as him.

Murtagh looked at the card; he had to cover his mouth in order to stop himself laughing again. Galbatorix cleared his throat before beginning…

"Dear Arya, Holly is red, wrapping paper is blue, Christmas is wonderful, and so are you! Merry Christmas," Galby took a bow, and paused for effect.

There was a long silence Murtagh's mouth was wide open, Arya's eyes were wide and sparkling.

"Galby that was beautiful," she said. Murtagh almost choked.

Suddenly the strange music began again. Murtagh groaned. Arya watched as Galbatorix walked to the middle of the room and began singing and dancing, the glue stick waving wildly, still attached to his beard.

"I'm dreaming, of a white Christmas," he sang, "Just like the ones I used to know, where the treetops glisten, and children listen, to hear sleigh bells in the snow." Arya cheered him on, Murtagh watched the wall.

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas," he began again, "With every Christmas card I write," he held up Arya's card before continuing, "May your days be merry, and bright, and…" BANG!

Murtagh spun around, Arya screamed again, the music stopped, Galbatorix drew back the curtains on the window, and almost fainted. There pasted on the window was Brom, hanging from a row of Christmas lights. Arya took deep breaths and helped Galby to his feet. Brom unstuck his face from the window.

"Ah, a little help!" he shouted.

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All three of them raced outside to Brom, he was hanging on the second storey window from the Christmas lights.

"Murtagh get me a ladder," Arya said frantically.

"Can't we just leave him hanging there," Murtagh whined.

Brom looked down and frowned at Murtagh, Arya also frowned at him, Murtagh felt worried as his sore ear began throbbing again.

"All right I'll go get a ladder," Murtagh gave in.

As soon as he returned Arya placed the ladder up against the wall and climbed up to rescue Brom.

"Help, I'm slipping," Brom shouted down.

Arya ignored the chanting "FALL! FALL! FALL!" (Which was coming from Murtagh and Galbatorix), as she focused on the task at hand.

Cheers broke out as Brom's hands slipped from the lights; unfortunately he landed right on top of Arya, which sent them both falling into a garden of rose bushes. Arya screamed as she landed on sharp thorns, Murtagh and Galby helped her out, Brom though, had to help himself out, he yelped as a thorny rose stem whipped him in the face, as he got out, leaving a scratch on his nose.

"Brom, you were meant to be in the kitchen waiting for me to return with shopping, I thought by now you would know that you were not good at electronics! What on earth were you doing up there, you could have gotten seriously hurt!" Arya said, after he was safely on the garden path.

Brom looked at his feet then up at Galby and Murtagh, Murtagh mouthed the word, "Eragon," Brom nodded then said.

"I was just looking for something to do while you were gone,"

"Well now I'm home, and the shopping is waiting for you in the kitchen, go start the dinner."

"Yes Arya," Brom responded. As soon as Brom left the backyard Arya turned around to face Murtagh and Galby.

"I don't know what's going on around here!" she said sternly, pointing a long finger at them, "Everyone is just acting crazy today, but rest assured I will get to the bottom of it!"

Murtagh and Galby's faces turned red, how long could they keep Eragon's secret from Arya, they're now suffering for his 'fantastic' surprise.

"Eragon is going to cost us our lives," Murtagh whispered to Galby.

"Well I don't know about you, but I had everything under control. Until Tarzan came swinging down," he hissed back.

Murtagh gave Galby the evil eye before reaching over and ripping the glue stick off his face.

"AHHHHH!" he screamed, as the hard, dry glue ripped his beard.

Just then the doorbell rang. Arya ran inside to answer it, Murtagh and Galby followed. She opened the door…

"MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE ARYA!"

Arya's mouth gaped, so did Galby's and Murtagh's, outside a whole crowd of people were standing there on her front lawn, watching Arya with smiles on their faces, in the crowd Arya could see Morzan and Selena, the Raz'ac, Katrina, Sloane, Horst and family, (as well as a few other familes from Carvahall, including Garrow), her mother Islanzadi and her father Evandar, Ajihad was also there, and Hrothgar, Orik, Trianna, Jeod, Angela, Maud, Solembum, Elva, King Orrin, and The Council of Elders.

There was silence, everyone was staring at one another suddenly the music began again, and this time the whole crowd outside broke out singing to it.

"We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas And a happy New Year!" began the Carvahall people, then Morzan, Selena, Islanzadi and Evander continued.

"Glad tidings we bring, to you and your kin; Glad tidings for Christmas And a happy New Year!" Then the Raz'ac stepped forward.

"We want some figgy pudding, we want some figgy pudding, we want some figgy pudding, please bring it right here!" they were singing way out of tune, Galby laughed at his old crones, and how foolish they looked, then the two dwarves stepped forward.

"Glad tidings we bring, to you and your kin; Glad tidings for Christmas, and a happy New Year!" The Raz'ac sang again.

"We won't go until we get some, we won't go until we get some, we won't go until we get some, so bring it out here!" The dwarves repeated.

"Glad tidings we bring, to you and your kin; Glad tidings for Christmas, and a happy New Year!" Lastly the rest of them sang.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas And a happy New Year!"

The three at the doorway stared at the crowd, "Umm," Arya began, but before she could say anything, the crowd ran forward, pushing Arya, Murtagh and Galby into the palace, the Christmas wreath, (which originally was on the door), was tossed into the air and Galby eeked as it fell around his neck.

Horst slammed the door shut, they all seemed to know what to do because as soon as they were all inside, they got to work turning Arya's palace into a second Santa's house! Everyone was bustling everywhere as they placed their presents on the table, for opening later, and their stockings on the fireplace.

"Hey wait a minute!" Arya shouted, nobody heard her, or in the least paid any attention to her.

Suddenly Durza burst in through the doorway, he was dressed as Frankenstein.

"Mwahahahaha!" he shouted. "HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!"

Everyone looked at Durza. Silence. He still had an evil Frankenstein expression plastered on his face.

"Well," Arya said, breaking the silence.

"Well, where are your costumes!" Durza burst out, looking at everyone.

"Durza, it's not Halloween," Arya said, "It's Christmas."

"But wasn't Christmas two months ago?"

"No that was Halloween," Murtagh said.

"Now you're confusing me," Durza said.

"Durza doesn't even need a costume for Halloween," Galby said, "His face could scare the living daylights out of anyone!"

"Do you know how random that sounded?!" Durza said.

Galbatorix looked at Arya and Murtagh, "No comment," they said.

"Well your calendars must all be stuffed," Durza concluded, "Because mine is just perfect, and tells me the exact date of everything!" Durza gave an evil cackle and bolted down the hall.

Everyone stared at him as he left; soon Arya came back to reality and remembered all her unwelcome guests around her.

"Well, what are you all doing here!" she shouted.

Morzan and Selena walked over toward her, Galby, and Murtagh who were now looking just as dumbstruck.

"We've come here to celebrate Christmas Eve with you Arya," they said.

"Don't you all know how to use a telephone and ring, when you want to come over, instead of bursting through my front door!" she began arguing, "You know I would probably say yes to your request anyway!"

They ignored her, and then turned around to face Murtagh.

"Merry Christmas Eve, honey!!" Selena shouted in his face, Murtagh was gasping for air as he was smothered by her hugs and kisses.

"Merry Christmas Eve mum," he said when he had finally gotten free. "Merry Christmas dad."

"We bought you the BEST present," they said together.

Murtagh didn't even get a chance to say anything before Morzan jumped at him and shoved a green woollen jumper over his head, identical to the one Eragon wanted him to wear. Murtagh looked down at it and screamed.

"Aww, you look sooo cute, sweetie," Selena cooed.

Galbatorix and Arya cracked up laughing, Murtagh went red, and he ran off down the hallway and hid behind the couch, all the while he sat there, he cursed Christmas, and THAT jumper!

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Ha ha ha ha! Nah, I actually feel sorry for Murtagh!

Anyway please review!! Let me know what you think of this chapter!

Still remembering, owners disclaim!!

Note: You may have noticed some of the characters which are dead in the book, have actually come back to life in my story, maybe I thought adding them in it would make it more interesting!