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Chapter 6: Happily Ever After
Deadly Creative put a hand on Aaron's shoulder, and whispered, "I am sure Murtagh would be glad to fart with you any time. How about you go over there and ask him."
Aaron happily jumped from the chair, and ran over to Murtagh saying, "Murtagh, do you want to fart with me?"
"Ewww!" cried Arya. "That's disgusting!"
"Ewww!" screamed Eragon. "Who would want to go out with Murtagh?"
Deadly C. and Galbatorax sighed in disbelief. Galbatorax moaned, "Farting is the sick butt function, flirting is they sick mouthy function. Big difference, they come out of completely different ends!"
"Are you saying that you burp to flirt?" asked Aaron sadly. "And all this time I thought the girls said it was gross because they thought my breath smelled bad. I'm sad now."
Deadly Creative groaned and turned to the computer screen.
…and he smiled at his two prisoners, Arya and Eragon.
"How are you two doing?" asked Galbatorax, enjoying himself way to much. "Care for a bit to eat?"
Eragon spit upon the ground violently, "only if it is with your dead body."
"Violent chap, don't yah say Arya?" Galbatorax laughed as he walked up to the elvin princess.
"If you think he is violent, you obviously haven't met me before," threatened Arya, shacking the chains that held her against the wall.
"You know, we don't have to be enemies," Galbatorax smiled at the two…um…
"That's not what where saying at all!" Galbatorax screamed angrily. "Shut your mouth long enough to listen to the words of my mouth!"
…children, if you can really call Arya and Eragon children. However, compared to Galbatorax, and the fact that they where immortal, I guess you could call them children.
"What do you mean, we don't have to be enemies!" snarled Arya, losing her self control.
"I mean what I say," Galbatorax explained. "We don't have to be enemies!"
"You are such a dictator Galbatorax!" cried Eragon. "I hate you! You ruin all the fun."
"Yah," agreed Arya.
"I concur!" yelled Eragon.
"With yourself?" laughed Aaron. "You're a freak."
"But…you are so evil to the people and the Varden!" exclaimed Eragon. "You are an evil dictator."
"I am sensitive!" moaned Eragon as he burst into tears. "Leave me alone!" Eragon ran from the room, flaring his arms.
"What did you do to Eragon?" asked Arya, and then went running after him.
Galbatorax shrugged, "they are losers, you might as well kill them while we'll still ahead."
"You're a monster Galbatorax, you are so mean!" growled Murtagh. "I like it!"
Galbatorax read the words that D. Creative had written, "get along with them, are you kidding?"
Then the words began to appear…
Eragon burst from the chains, using his magic and freed Arya as well. Arya and Eragon erupted into evil laughter!
"I don't think so," laughed Deadly Creative. "Murtagh, go get Arya and Eragon, Aaron, go with Murtagh as back up. Galbatorax, I need you to go get me a glass of water. BRAKE!" Each person sprinted off their own way and Deadly Creative began to type. (What is typed in the other room will be underlined, what D.C. types will just be italic.)
But Galbatorax laughed, they had fallen for his trap. Galbatorax was a wimp. So Eragon and Arya thought. They were easily captured. And easily escaped. And got caught again. And escaped again. And got caught again. And got away. And got caught, fainted, and pinned to a wall. But they used their magic to…I feel sleepy…lol. Galbatorax laughed. 'How did they think they could escape me?'
Galbatorax cracked his knuckles and left the dungeon. Murtagh smiled as he attacked Galbatorax out of no where. But Galbatorax really saw him. However, Murtagh beat him not at all, and Galbatorax rocks!
"Dude, that doesn't even make sense!" exclaimed Aaron, who had returned into the room. "Murtagh asked me to ask you if he could write some."
"He seemed to make himself comfortable in the mean time…" Deadly Creative laughed. "Tell him all is well, and he can have his fun."
"No!!!" whined Galbatorax. "I wanted to kill…I mean take over the wor-…I mean help the old next door neighbor get her cat out of a tree. Yes, I wanted to help an old lady."
"Are you talking about you niece?" asked Aaron. But Galbatorax ignored him and returned his attention to the screen.
Galbatorax was hit on the head with a rock that flew through the air thanks to Murtagh's amazing magic. Galbatorax was stunned, but was strong enough to keep fighting. It would be a close battle, Murtagh knew this for sure. However, he was willing to do anything, even face death itself to help his brother and Arya away from the horrible king; for the only reason why they came was to help him.
"Murtagh is such a goody touché!" snarled Galbatorax.
He came face to face with death a lot sooner then he expected, and he faced the challenge with strength and bravery. Galbatorax was death itself, for he had power 'that the dark lord know not.' Which is really freaky, because he is as close to the dark lord as can be. For all I know, he might be Lord Voldemort's little brother. Galbatorax came up to the boy and faced him, throwing his powerful magic upon Murtagh with overwhelming force. Murtagh was scared of the King, but he would not step down again with out a fight. He owed it to Eragon. However, no matter what he 'owed' to his brother, he had no chance against the King of all of Alagaesia. 'All' is a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think? I mean, what about the elves, dwarves and the Varden, he isn't the king of them, now is he? But he was going to be soon! Eragon and Arya awoke, running to Murtagh's side. It would do them no good, all it did was give Galbatorax a chance to wipe them all out at once.
"Stop," Deadly Creative raised her arms. "Aaron, go tell Murtagh that he is to stop typing and to come here immediately, and get Arya and Eragon as well."
Aaron nodded. Aaron ran off, and quickly returned with a very tired Murtagh, Eragon, and Arya. "What happened?" yawned Arya, as she sat down. "What is going on?"
"All questions will be answered in do time," Deadly Creative smiled. "Galbatorax, I need you to sit on the ground."
Galbatorax muttered something about, 'people not treating him like a king,' and 'that people these days didn't appreciate the good around them.'
Murtagh rolled over and fell asleep, snoring softly. "Poor chap," Eragon murmured. "He didn't get no sleep last night, except a bit of sprinkling there 'n' here, if yah know what I saying."
"Since when has yah talkin' like that?" Aaron laughed. D.C. cleared her throat. "Um…I think my sis has something to say."
"My…um…friends, we have reached a very important part in our story. A part that is very hard for an author and this is when each of us has to make a choice," Deadly C. spoke slowly and clearly, looking at each of the people around her. Murtagh stirred in his sleep, and D. Creative laughed quietly.
"What would that choice be?" asked Eragon, shivering slightly.
"That choice is…who is going to have there 'happily ever after'," Deadly Creative sighed. "This choice is very important, because only one person or one side can have their 'happily ever after' come true. In very few stories can everyone have a 'happily ever after', and…I am not sure if this is that kind of story."
Arya began to cry, teardrops sliding down her pail checks. "Why?" asked Arya painfully. "Why does it have to be like this?"
"This isn't far! The goody touché always get the 'happily ever after', and the rest of us are shun aside like rag dolls!" moaned Galbatorax.
"I got an idea!" smiled Aaron. "Maybe this choice shouldn't be up to the characters, and it definitely should not be up to the author."
"Then who should it be up to?" whispered Arya.
"Yes, who?" asked Eragon.
"Just tell us!" yelled Galbatorax. "It should be the King, who isn't just a character."
"Go ahead buddy," smiled Deadly Creative. "It is your turn to shine."
"It should be up to…" Aaron paused for effect. "The readers."
"The readers?" asked Galbatorax. "Give me the laptop so I can read it!"
"No Galbatorax," laughed D.C. "The people who read this story!"
"I like," smiled Eragon.
"I love!" yelled Arya.
"I think we all do," Deadly Creative patted Aaron on the back. "Except for maybe sleepy over there. Nice job Aaron, very nice job."
"Thanks."
"You deserve it."
A/N: So it is up to you. . .
Should Galbatorax get his happily ever after for once?
Should Eragon get his happily ever after like every other goody touché out there?
Should Murtagh get his happily ever after?
Should Arya get her happily ever after?
Should they all get their happily ever after?
Should none of them get their happily ever after?
It is up to the reviewers. Just like Aaron said. Goodness sakes, that boy is brilliant!