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-Let there be midnight

Pure Mayhem

Solembum was yet again left to take care of the two children and already wanted to kill himself just in one second of being alone with them. Arya didn't want to take care of the two, no, she wanted 'Personal Arya Time', Orik was trying to get the mud out of his mouth from Murtagh's 'food' and didn't want to be near both of them just in case they wanted to feed him mud again, Angela… well… Solembum had no idea where Angela was. She was either doing something dangerous that the two little children shouldn't be around, or being an Angela just in general. All in all, Solembum really didn't want to know where she went, he was pretty content in not knowing. Saphira went out to hunt with Thorn who was still confused about the whole 'Murtagh and Eragon turned into little kids' thing, so Saphira had to clarify it as best as she could to him.

Solembum sighed as he laid his head on top of his tail, closing his eyes briefly and relaxing in the very quiet tent he was in. Wait a minute… quiet tent? His eyes snapped open as he jerked up, looking around frantically but seeing no sign of an activity from the two little horrors. Oh, Arya, Angela, and Saphira were definitely going to kill him for sure. Why was he left with this job in the first place? He was going to kill whoever decided this wonderful idea, and he was going to make sure they suffer.

Eragon, Murtagh? He shouted, jumping off the table he was perched on and looking around the tent to see neither toddler nor child in sight. This is not good. He muttered to himself, shaking his head. Not good at all. He made his way out of the tent, hoping to find the two before the others had the chance and skin him. I can't let anyone know unless I want them to give Eragon Brisingr to play with me. He shuddered at the mere thought of the toddler just uttering the name around him. He wouldn't have fur for months. And he loved his fur. He loved it dearly.

"Solem! Solem! We made you something!" He heard a familiar child yell to him. He looked behind him to see Murtagh and Eragon running at him, Murtagh holding something behind his back, scaring Solembum to the tip of his tail. When the children reached him, he noted the giddy smiles on their faces and the twinkle of not good mischief in their eyes. Hopefully they had not found Brisingr. Oh, please let them not find that blasted sword!

W-what did you make me? He asked hesitantly, his ears flattening behind his head in slight fear. Eragon's smile widen in excitement as he bounced in spot.

"Spag! Spag! We made spag!" he cheered happily. Solembum's ears perked up in half curiosity and horror.

Spag? He questioned with a slight tilt of his head. Murtagh nodded, eyes twinkling even more in scary mischief.

"Yup! Spaghetti!" He held out a plate of messed up noodles, sauce that Solembum was even questioning if that was sauce considering it was pink and green, a color that no food that is edible should be, plus the meatballs didn't look like meatballs, they looked like… the cookie monster decided to regurgitate cookies in the process. (A/N: No cookies were harmed in the process of making spaghetti. Well at least I hope. I wasn't there when they made it.)

What's that? Solembum asked, too afraid to even be near the thing they deemed as edible.

"Spaghetti!" They cheered in union, well at least Murtagh said spaghetti, Eragon just cheered 'spag spag' over and over as he jumped around everywhere. Solembum was going to have to check if the toddler had any disorder he needed to know about. He'll have to contact Roran once this all was done with.

Are you sure? It doesn't look like spaghetti… Oh, Solembum shouldn't have said that, because that made Murtagh angry. Murtagh frowned and grabbed a hand full of spaghetti and started to shuck it at Solembum. Stop throwing food at me! Argh! He shouted, trying to dodge the flying food, some going in his mouth and making him swallow on accident. He would have to go to the doctor to make sure nothing bad was in that. After long moments of Murtagh throwing the spaghetti, he stopped and looking around.

"I'm not cleaning this up." Murtagh said with a slight nod to himself before he turned around.

"Me cook! Me cook! Yay!" Eragon cheered as he followed his brother with a giant smile. Off to the doctor for Solembum!

~Meanwhile~

Orik stumbled into his tent after brushing his teeth for the umpteenth time that day. He stumbled to his bed, wanting to take a nap, but he couldn't pull the blankets up to do so. He looked down to see… his blankets duck taped to the bed and he instantly knew who it was that did so.

"ERAGON! MURTAGH!"

~Outside Orik's tent~

"Oreo loves duck duck! Huh Mury?" Eragon asked happily. Murtagh nodded, smiling to himself.

"We are the best inventors ever Eragon!"

Preview of next chapter:

"Arya! You take care of Eragon! I'm not!"

"So, Eragon what do you want to do?"

"Not to self, never play hide and seek with Eragon when he's two. He's a good hider."

"Night night… Ary…"