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Chapter 2: A Story?
Galbatorax sat down eagerly in Deadly Creative's chair and laughed evil, "Do I really get to write that?" he asked, a smile wide across his face as he instantly looked a few hundred years younger. D.C. smiled and nodded and Galbatorax let out a soft yelp of joy.
"What are you letting him do?" asked Murtagh, a hint of fear evident in his voice. "I do not like the idea of him writing my story!"
"Your story!" screamed Eragon. "This story is about ME and Saphira!"
"Eragon and Murtagh," said Deadly C. quietly, trying to calm the two of them down. "Everyone will get a turn. Aaron is sleeping, let's keep the noise down."
Eragon gave D. Creative the 'death glare' and then sat down upon her bed. D.C. was about to complain but then changed her mind and looked to see what Murtagh was going to do. She saw that he was gazing over Galbatorax' shoulder and mouthing the words that Galbatorax had written so far…
King Galbatorax was a wonderful King and had no problem thinking up the next punishment for Murtagh, but was working on a much more important thing. The mighty king was going to take out the Varden, the Elves, and the Dwarves. By using mighty and tricky means, he had forced Murtagh into killing the Dwarves King, and thereby weakened them into their weakest point. It would be easy to defeat them at their weakest point, which is very weak considering that they are the most pathetic beings to walk all Angaesia or any place else for that matter.
"King?" asked Eragon after he pushed Murtagh out of the way and finished reading what Galbatorax had wrote. "You have to be the most pathetic excuse for a King I have ever seen. If I were you I would jump off a cliff with shame!"
"I'd like to see you do any better!" yelled Galbatorax and stomped off after giving D.C. a slight, but noticeable, wink.
"I can do WAY better then you," stated Eragon, happily taking the chair…
But the most pathetic king ever ways to pathetic to think of any way to bet anyone except the small fly that rested upon his rotting head.
"I can not think of anything else to write!" complained Eragon.
"Ah, 'writers block' is a horrible thing," said D.C. wisely.
"Is there a treatment? Do I have to go to the doctors?" Eragon asked and fell from the chair, gasping for breath. "Will I live to see the end of the day?"
Deadly Creative looked at Murtagh and then back to Eragon scrawling across the floor, "Um, Galbatorax. You can write all you want, I don't want to end up with the 'writers block' because it looks…dangerous," Murtagh helped Eragon onto the bed and sat down holding his head. "I think I am catching it, you guys better stay away from Eragon! I think it's contagious."
"Follow the plan," whispered Deadly Creative into Galbatorax' ear and then said to Eragon, "I'll get some ice."
Galbatorax took the fly and threw it across the room. He stood up as a smile spread across his face. 'How to do this,' he asked himself as he began to pace across his room. 'Oh, I know a way!' The King marched from his room and went over to the guar-
"Did you actually think that I would fall for such a thing?" asked Murtagh. "I told Eragon that the two of you were planning something, and I was right. Now surrender the computer or I will remove your head right here, right now!"
Galbatorax slowly turned around to see Murtagh holding Zar'roc out toward his neck. He raised his arms and slide away from the desk. "You are right, only real writers can get author's block! I am only giving you the computer because I do not know what to write!"
"Oh, that's why you did not finish the sentence?"
-ds. "I am sorry to inform you guys that I am going to leave for a while for I have some work to do out of town. I need you guys to watch Murtagh for me for he will not come on this journey. He is not reliable anymore. For his strength over powers mine and yours as well." The guards looked at him, and nodded. They turned on their heels and walked toward the room that belonged to Murtagh. Galbatorax began the long journey to the dragon hold, which really wasn't that far, but Galbatorax was just a lazy –
"Call him a bum Murtagh," Eragon advised. "Or a dumb idiot!"
-bum and a dumb idiot.
"Can I have a turn?" Eragon asked. Murtagh sighed and stepped out of the way so Eragon could have a turn. "Thanks!" Galbatorax sat on the bed, pure hatred obvious in his dark eyes and annoyance shown across his tightened lips.
When Galbatorax approached the dragon hold, Sheurikan smelt his odor and contacted him threw their mind link saying…no…thinking 'what do you want this time?'
'What's with that attitude?' thought Galbatorax as he walked threw the door and came up to his large black dragon.
'What's up with that smell? Oh, wait, that's just you.' The dragon laughed softly to itself and walked out the door without a further look at its Rider. Sheurikan simply stood two feet from the entrance and waited for the ugly wannabe king to climb upon its hideous back. The two of them flew from the ground in a single leap and soared threw the bright blue sky. The dragon rider admired the beautiful surroundings and softly hummed to a near by bird.
"So he 'hummed to a near by bird' for some strange reason," laughed Murtagh. "How pathetic!"
"Hummed?" yelled Galbatorax from the bed. "I am not a little girl!"
"Istilhum," Eragon said, thought he meant 'I still hum.'
"Anyways…" Eragon said as he began to type…
A few hours later, Sheurikan landed in a sand bar next to a sparkling blue river and Galbatorax slide from the large animals back and looked around at his surroundings and he did not hum for he found it embarrassing, for Sheurikan made fun of him for his humming abilities; not unlike Saphira and Eragon, but that is quiet a different matter.
"What is going on in here?" asked Deadly Creative just milliseconds before the ice that had been in her hands crashed to the floor of her room. "I thought that we agreed that it was Galbatorax' turn for this chapter."
"He threatened me!" whined Galbatorax, pointing a long bony finger toward Murtagh and bursting into fake sobs. "They are both monsters!"
Disgust spread across Deadly C. face as she began to speak, "That is really pathetic, and I thought that you were supposed to be a king; and all this time you were just an over sized wimp."
Galbatorax is a wimp and he started to cry because Sheurikan told him that he was ugly and stupid, which is both truer then anyone would want to admit when he is in the same room as you.
"Eragon, what are you doing on my computer!?!" yelled Deadly Creative. "Murtagh, how could you let him do such a thing? Can I not turn around for a second without you guys getting into a problem?"
"We are arch enemies…" Eragon stated slowly as the anger began to blaze in the eyes of D. Creative.
"Move!" she scoffed as she pushed Eragon from her chair and punched Murtagh in the guts.
Meanwhile, Eragon was walking in the forest when he came along and meets Arya. "Hi," he said to her and she smiled warmly back at him. "How are you doing?"
"I am doing well," Arya laughed. "How about you?"
"Very well," Eragon blushed. "What are you doing in the forest on such a lovely day?"
"Getting some air," answered Arya, giving Eragon the oddest look. "What about you?"
"Um…I'd rather not say."
"Is it that bad?" asked Arya curiously.
"Yah…I was stocking you."
"I would never do that!" said Eragon indignantly as his brother Murtagh burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Hey, I want to write now!"
"Oh you freak!" screamed Arya, and slapped him across his face. "I am going to kill you!"
"No," cried Eragon indignantly. "I love you."
"No you do not!" yelled Arya as she ran away.
"But I thought you wanted to kill me!" Eragon said as he chased after her, his arms flaring wildly.
As D. Creative typed, she did not realize that Eragon had picked up a very large club and was swinging it at her head, D.C. did not even know what hit her before she hit the floor and was out in a cold faint, "that will teach her not to mess with Eragon Shadeslayer!" Murtagh picked up the club and swatted Eragon from the desk, laughing hysterically.
"That will teach you not to mess with Murtagh, the best and the only!" Murtagh began to type furiously, ignoring Galbatorax who was creping up from behind him.
Eragon did not have a chance of catching her, and she ran all the way up to Murtagh, she screamed out to him saying, "Oh brave and mighty dragon rider, will you dispose of the horrible beast coming after me?"
"Of course my fair lady, for I am your knight that is not in shining armor!" Murtagh screamed a furious war cry and ran toward his younger sibling, to fight him off.
"Murtagh, what are you doing here?" Eragon asked curiously.
"I am here to fight off the monster coming after Arya, and that monster happened to be you!"
"But you are too mighty and strong, I have no chance against a brave warrior as yourself," Eragon fell to his knees. "Will you spare me if I promise to work for you at all costs?"
"Do not forget that you are my servant Murtagh," said Galbatorax, it sounded as if he was chewing gravel and trying to eat rubber cement at the same time.
"I will not forget," Murtagh said. "I will never forget!"
"I will ask of you one favor," Murtagh whispered into Eragon's ear. "I ask you to kill Galbatorax at all costs."
Fear spread across Eragon's face, but he slowly began to nod, "I will do it my lord, at all costs."
"Then go and do what you were told, and remember that I spared your life; and that it is your turn to save mine."
Eragon ran off, knowing that what had to be done, had to be done. Eragon was pleased, for the first time in a long time, he was once again on the side of his older brother. 'Saphira,' Eragon called threw the mental link the two of them shared. 'We have a job to do!'
Galbatorax hit Murtagh on the side of the head and began to type furiously.
Back at the sand bar where Galbatorax and Shreukan had landed, Galbatorax was laughing hysterically because he saw Arya running right toward him. He grabbed her and pined her down, "tell me all you know!"
"About what?" she asked innocently, giving the king an opportunity to hit her and an excuse.
"About everything!" he screamed, scaring the girl from the world (unfortunately not literally). "What is going on between you and Eragon Shadeslayer?"
"I caught him stocking me again," Arya smiled.
"Or where you stocking him?" Galbatorax cackled wildly, showing all his perfectly white teeth. "You are such a loser!"
"You are right oh masterful king!" Arya began to cry. "You are so wonderful, may I please serve the most wonderful king in the world?"
Arya climbed threw the window and kick Galbatorax in the head and knocked him out, "Okay, it's my turn to write!"
"Oh please do, I would be lost without you!" cried Galbatorax.
Arya knocked him off of her and punched him in the face, "yah right you oversized wimp!" With that, Arya mentally connected with Shreukan. 'Hello my friend.'
'Hello Arya,' Shreukan smiled. 'Shall we ditch the fat guy?'
'Can you read my thoughts or something?' smiled Arya, jumping upon his back as the black dragon rose into the sky.
'Yes, I can,' he admitted as he blew smoke out his nostrils. 'Let's go for a ride!'
'I've always wanted to ride a dragon!'
Deadly Creative woke up and read threw what had been written so far on the story, "Arya, step away from my computer, NOW!" Arya turned to see who was talking and saw D.C.'s madness fly from her face and anger stare her down. "Must I repeat myself?"
Arya stood up, giving D. Creative a look of pure hatred, "How does your head feel?"
'I can not believe that I am letting you ride on me!' Shreukan laughed. 'Oh yes, I was going to ditch you once we got high enough in the air!' Shreukan turned upside down and Arya fell off and screamed until she hit the ground and burst into millions of pieces. Arya, the Elvin princess, did not live to see the next day.
Deadly Creative heard a sudden shriek behind her and saw Arya's body crumble across the ground and the life leave her body. Deadly Creative's eyes opened in sudden shock and her mouth formed the words, "it is not just a story is it?"
"No," said Eragon waking up and looking at her. "It is our life. What have you done to her?"
"She…wait just a second!"
But Shreukan was wrong, Arya was still alive. She had used her magic to fake her death so Shreukan did not realize she was not dead. As Shreukan laughed and returned to Galbatorax, Arya was down in the forest below, running toward the one person who could help her.
"What happened?" asked the voice of Arya.
"The lives of many rest in my hands," whispered Deadly Creative.
"No, in the hands of us all," Eragon said. All of them looked at D.C.
"Yes, in the hands of us all!"