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Chapter 3: The Power of Words
The clock on D.C.'s computer showed that it was approaching midnight, and a small yawn came from the mouths of all the people inside of the room except for one, Galbatorax. 'If I can get them to fall asleep, I can take the computer and kill them all!' he thought evilly. 'The blood won't be on my hands, but on the ones I have kill them in the story! All this time I thought father taught me to read and write so he could laugh at me struggle!'
"Galbatorax," Eragon yawned again, and faced the older man. "Why are you looking at the laptop like that?"
"What did you say?" asked the King, pretending to yawn but failed miserably. "Did you say that you want me to type on the laptop?" Galbatorax moved toward the computer, but Murtagh stopped him.
"We are no longer safe now that we know of the computers powers!" he explained. "I think that we need to set up some rules for the safety of everyone!"
Everyone nodded except Galbatorax who glared at him, and Deadly Creative who had fallen into an uneasy sleep upon her bed. "With Deadly C. asleep, there is no one to make sure that all of us do what we are supposed to do," Arya said, staring at the king.
"There must be a way that we can all write equally," Galbatorax said, figuring that in a sentence he could easily kill all of them.
"We could each write ten words like we did in chapter one," Eragon smiled. "Then we could all write equal amounts and everyone would be happy!"
"I don't know," Arya said slowly. "I don't think that Deadly Creative would be very happy about that…."
"Stop being such a goody girl for once!" laughed Galbatorax, who was beginning to become impatient for some people near by to fall at his feet so he could rule Angaesia once and for all! Arya agreed and Galbatorax said, "I can write first, then Eragon, then Murtagh, then Arya!"
Eragon died, then Murtagh, then Arya, then Deadly Creative died!
"My ten words are up," Galbatorax looked at the limp bodies at his feet. "Who wants to write next?"
"I do," whispered D.C. "You can not kill me, for I am not in the story."
Galbatorax took a step from the laptop and grumbled to himself, "things never work out for me!" Deadly Creative erased the ten words and began to type…
Arya was heading threw the forest, running as fast as only an elf could. Toward the one person who could help her, though she knew not the name of the person for this person was too mighty to be known by the entire world. No one was even certain if she had a name, for no one knew of her parents, or if she even had any parents.
"Each of us where to get ten words each!" complained Eragon.
"I just saved your lives from the monster on the bed that tried to kill us all, let me take the computer for a while and you guys can sleep!"
The forest became a blur of green and brown as the Elvin princess gained speed toward the lake that appeared at the horizon, a lake that you can only see if you need the help of the 'person beyond the world'. This is what she was called in the legends that where so powerful in themselves that they were told only on the first day of each century by a dragon rider. The 'person beyond the world' was mad when her stories where not told at the beginning of the twenty first century because Galbatorax was the only dragon rider, and he dared not say them with his cursed lips.
"Okay, wait a second," came the voice of Arya. "I would not go to some random weirdo to help me. I am way too good for such a freak."
"But you already did…"
"Wait!" she cried, but Deadly C. had already begun typing…
Arya was just old enough to know of the place, and a smile cracked from her lips when she reached the sparkling blue waters edge. The legends where just a blur in her mind, and she forgot what she was to do next. She groaned and down and cupped the water in her hands and took a refreshing drink. For the first time in a long time, she felt relaxed and warm inside.
"This seems sort of familiar," whispered Eragon.
A voice called to her, telling her that everything was going to be alright; it was the voice of a young girl, unlike the old and wise woman she envisioned after hearing the myths so very long ago. "What am I to do?" She asked the voice in a way she hoped to be polite and kind. The voice laughed calmly and told her to swim to the other side of the lake, walk to the house with a steep driveway and a dark brown door with a large window in the middle. "How will I find it?" she asked again. "How?"
"Just follow your instincts, and I will be there if you fall from the path. You will find some people there you recognize, just follow them…" the voice died out and Arya began to swim across the lake, swimming for what seemed to be forever. The sun fell behind the horizon and Arya could barely see in the dim glow from the moon that cast over the cold water. How the water had seemed warm so many hours ago, how the water felt so cold now. Her arms began to ache and her legs felt stiff and weak, she worried that she would drown if she had to go any farther. But part of her felt like she was becoming new and younger and an easiness filled her as if there was not a worry in the world.
She could feel the water become shallower, and felt the ground with her hands as a red glow showed upon the far horizon. She rung the water from her raven black hair, and from her shirt and pants, the icy wind cut her in half and she began to shiver slightly. She began to walk, and then run, and then sprinted threw down a street toward the rising sun. She looked around her, wondering what I driveway was when the young girls voice came again, "just go forward three housed on your right once you hit the next street to your left, it is right up there. Good, you see it." Arya followed the directions of the girl and saw a room on the second story of the house with a light glow coming from it. Instantly she knew that she had found it. Wait, there was a body climbing up into the room, she climbed up after the body and looked in the window and saw, no it couldn't be, Galbatorax. In the room were also Eragon and Murtagh, crowding around a young girl of about 14 and had a strange box like thing on her the desk in front of the chair she was sitting on. 'People that I recognize' she remembered the girl saying. The girl stared inside, and saw Galbatorax whisper something in her ear.
"What are you letting him do?" asked Murtagh. "I do not like the idea of him writing my story!"
"Your story!" screamed Eragon. "This story is about me and Saphira!"
'What a loser,' Arya thought. 'This story is about me!' The two brothers read what Galbatorax had been typing while the two of them where argueing, "King?" asked Eragon. "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 as he stopped away.
"I can do way better then you," laughed Eragon. He typed for a while and they said, "I can not think of anything else to write!" Arya laughed to herself, 'I could think of something, I am going to go in there!'
"Ah, 'writers block' is a horrible thing," the girl said.
"Is there a treatment? Do I have to go to the doctors? Will I live to see the end of the day?" 'Actually, it is quiet comfortable out here…' Arya thought.
"Um, Galbatorax. You can write all you want, I don't want to end up with the 'writers block' because it looks…dangerous," Murtagh sighed and climbed on the bed. "I think I am catching it, you guys better stay away from Eragon! I think it's contagious."
Murtagh stood up behind where Galbatorax was typing and said something to Galbatorax that Arya could not catch. The two of them talked for a while and then Murtagh took over the computer. Then Eragon said something and took over the computer, after the two of them talked some more. After a bit of typing, Eragon, Murtagh, and Galbatorax start talking again. The girl comes back in, and she is very mad for some reason. Then Deadly Creative typed, Eragon picked up a club and hit her on the head, then Murtagh hit Eragon on the head. Murtagh typed for a while and Galbatorax hit him on the head. Arya was mad, how dare Galbatorax hit the most beautiful thing on earth? She climbed threw the window and angrily read threw what had been typed.
"How did you know all of that?" Arya asked. Murtagh, Eragon and Galbatorax had fallen asleep from boredom so Arya and D.C. where the only ones still awake. "Are you the 'person beyond the world?"
"Why else would Eragon, Murtagh, and Galbatorax come here, each wanting to write their own story the way they want to?" Deadly Creative smiled at the confused look upon Arya's face. "Words have power."
"Mother always said 'stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me' and you are saying the exact opposite."
"Words have power," the girl explained. "Words sign treaties, words make laws, and words make it so you can tell someone that you love them. Sticks and stone fight wars, words solve wars."
"Sticks and stones hurt you, and words will not," Arya said slowly, looking into the eyes of the girl.
"That is not true either," the girl took a deep breath and began to talk. "If you would have broken Eragon's arm, it would have been healed by magic or in a few weeks. But when you hurt his heart, well, it still has not healed yet. What hurt you more? When Durza punished you threw torture, or when your mother banished you and said she never wanted to see you again?"
"When my mother banished me," she said slowly, beginning to understand what the girl was going after. "Sticks and stones hurt you, but words have power…."
"But each of us can control the words that come from our mouths," the girl smiled. "Each of us have the power to speak up when something is wrong and fix it, and each one of us have the power to encourage our friends, family, and even our enemies."
"We don't even need sticks and stones. 'Sticks and stones can start fires, but words can put them out or make them even bigger.'"
"Words have power."
"Good night," Arya yawned and laid down on the floor next to the bed.
"Good night," agreed Deadly Creative. She turned off the laptop after saving the document, and cuddled up on her couch, laughing quietly to herself.