William Shakespeare's Eragon (Finished

Murtagh and arya!
The Q&A sections are the best parts though.

Lol, aren't they a nice couple? XD

Lol, yeah, they're my fave too. =3

Magic mental timer.

OMG. xDDDDD

Loved it.

Awesome.

Ohhhhhh.

I just realized you ment Fred form youtube. xD

It made it ten times funnier.

XD Wowwww, lol.

Yah. xP

Thorn sat by himself, gazing into a little lake. I wonder what Saphira thought of the card and flowers? I bet she didn’t like them. I bet she hates me now. Now she’ll start avoiding me, and-

“Hi, Thorn,” Saphira said, suddenly coming up beside him. He jumped.

“Oh, er, hi Saph! I, er -”

She licked his muzzle. “That was a really sweet song, and the flowers are lovely,” she purred. “Thank you.”

He looked bashfully down at the ground. “You’re welcome,” he said. “So um . . . do you wanna . . . go out?” He looked hopefully up at her.

Saphira smiled. “Sure!”

* * *

Murtagh watched as Thorn walked off with Saphira. “Aww . . . go have fun, kids!” he called. Suddenly he realized, “Hey, wait, you’re dating Saphira?!”

Uhhh . . . bye! Thorn and Saphira raced away before Murtagh could do anything, glancing nervously back over their shoulders.

* * *

Eragon was sitting by himself, crying in a corner. This was horrible! He would never be dignified again. At least Arya couldn’t see him like this, though . . . then he looked up to find Arya.

He screamed bloody murder, and he screamed for so long that afterwards he had an irresistible urge to belch loudly. So he belched, loudly, and said, “Arya, it’s not my fault! Somebody put something in the drink or something and now I talk like Fred . . .” He didn’t notice that his voice was slowly returning to normal. “Maybe Murtagh did it because he was jealous! I’ll bet he did! OMG, HE’S GONNA GET IT!!!” His voice was normal again now.

“Yeah . . . I was gonna warn you about that, but it seems like there’s no point anymore.”

“OH, YOU BET THERE’S A POINT! I’m going to SLAUGHTER Murtagh’s dignity, JUST as he did to MINE!”

* * *

Ajihad sat by himself, mulling over his predicament. Only seven more days to perfect his play . . . he hated challenging himself like this. But of course he always managed to do it.

It had been very simple this time. All he had to do was give them a false threat, and they quite willingly succumbed to his will. But how long could he keep this a secret? And of course, once he was just as famous as Fred, there’d be no way for him to hide it . . . so when would he explain it all to them?

He did some mental algebra. Hmm . . . ah, yes!! I’ll tell them in about five years. I’m sure we’ll all be able to laugh over it then!

Grinning as if he’d discovered the secret of the world, he marched out to the stage to force those fools to practice.

* * *

Six days later, the play was held. Several million Alagaesians, as well as the Gray Folk and even a few Hobbits, came to watch this magnificent spectacle.* It was a fantastic performance; there was a standing ovation. Everyone wanted an encore, but unfortunately none was available.

Afterwards, Galbatorix asked Angela out on a date. He was delighted when she accepted. A few days later, they were married.

Murtagh and Arya’s relationship was going strong, except for occasional ANGERMENT from Islanzadí. She didn’t like the couple, but who could argue with love?

Thorn and Saphira became married a few days later as well. Eragon was pleased - “Who needs the green dragon anyway?” he proclaimed. “Now Alagaesia shall be SAVED!”

Glaedr was heartbroken; he nearly smashed himself. But of course he couldn’t, since he had no way to move.

Katrina and Roran continued to be in love. It was boring, since we already all know about those two.

But this was not the end . . . worse times were to come.

[Yah, there's more. XD I'm just not posting it all at once.]

Q: Wait . . . Gray Folk?! Hobbits?!
A: Yep! See, first of all, the Gray Folk came back, myseriously unvelied for the first time just to view this magnificent play.
And the hobbits, now. If you’ve ever seen the movie Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, then you should remember the end when Frodo, Gandalf, and the elves went on the ship over a sea. Despite what you may have been told, they in truth were sailing to Alagaesia. They hung out there for a few years, but when Frodo heard about the play, he sailed back home, gathered a few of his buddies, and took them over to Alagaesia so they could all see the play together.
We could probably write a whole new story about that . . . XD After the WSE that comes next!

Awesomeness!

A man stole into Arya’s makeshift tree-tent, wearing a long, dark cloak. His hair was long and jet-black, and it looked almost like it were the hood of his cloak. He was very graceful as he walked - almost as if he were an elf himself. He had a very perfect face, as he knew, although it was not exactly what one would call ‘beautiful.’ His skin was translucently white, and seemed as delicate as an onionskin - however, it really felt like a brittle stone to the touch. His eyes were red, but clouded; very misty-looking.

He threw a sack over Arya, and carried her away in it. She was fast asleep, and didn’t wake up. And wouldn’t until the next morning.

He grinned ecstatically. Time for Ajihad to pay.*

* * *

At two in the morning that day, Eragon was browsing YouTube. He saw something interesting, then - a movie called “William Shakespeare’s *Eragon*”. Amazingly, it had been posted just yesterday, but it already had several million views. Whoa! I’ve gotta see this. He clicked on it, and soon the page loaded.*

“Welcome!” Ajihad’s ecstatic face suddenly proclaimed. “I have compiled a magnificent play for you, starring several million Alagaesians. How did I accomplish this magnificent feat? Well, you see, all I had to do was give those several million Alagaesians a few simple blackmailings, and then they were quite willing to submit themselves to me.”

Eragon was shocked. “OMG - how could he?!”

After that, it showed the play that he had just performed in last night, as well as several outtakes of their practices. When the movie finished, it showed a list of other movies by “Ajihadthehandsome” - a chipmunk version of the play, along with a low-pitched version, commentary version, and subtitled version. Eragon was seething. “OH, JUST WAIT UNTIL I TELL EVERYONE!”

* * *

Murtagh woke up with a strange feeling that something was wrong. He raced over to Arya’s tent and peeked in - she was gone! He resisted the urge to start screaming bloody murder and search for her diary. Suddenly, he saw a white piece of paper. “What’s this?” Picking it up, he read it.

It read:

I have STOLEN her!! She shall never return. MWAHAHAHAHA!!

PS: Please give the enclosed to Ajihad.

PPS: I LIKE CHEESE. Bring me some when you come.

PPPS: And chocolate too. ;D, oh, and don’t tell Caius, or Marcus. They never let me have any chocolate; they try to take it all for themselves. (The greedy fat pigs.)*

Murtagh let out a howl. “ARYA! NOOOOOOOOOO!” Just then, a little folded-up note fell out, labeled DO NOT READ. This must be the ‘enclosed,’ Murtagh realized. He pocketed it to give to Ajihad, hoping there might be some sort of deadly poison in it. That would be funny.

* * *

Murtagh and Eragon both showed up at Ajihad’s tent a second later. “Ajihad! Ajihad! Look what I found!” they shouted simultaneously.

“Eragon, you go first,” Ajihad said.

“No fair!!” Murtagh whined.

“Shut up, Murtagh. Eragon?”

Eragon carefully composed his face into a scowl. “I KNOW WHAT YOU DID.”

Ajihad seemed to become very nervous. “Oh, er, I meant to say - Murtagh, you go first.”

“NO!” Eragon shrieked. “JUST LOOK!” He showed Ajihad the YouTube page with all his movies on it.

“WHAT A FIEND! WHO STOLE THAT?” Ajihad roared.

Murtagh laughed. “Fat chance, dude. It’s obvious you recorded us and put us - YOU PUT US ON YOUTUBE?! YOU FIEND!”

“I didn’t! I swear!” Ajihad lied.

“Oh, yeah? Then are you denying that you did this?” Eragon asked, clicking on the commentary.

It showed the play, muted, while Ajihad said, in the video, “Welcome to Ajihad’s commentary of the best play ever. Here we will explore in-depth the deeper meanings beneath the various parts of the play!” Eragon stopped it then, glaring even further.

“I think we’ve heard enough,” he spat. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself, Ajihad?”

“I deny it! I’m -”

“Guilty! Guilty!” Murtagh taunted, pointing at Ajihad.

“FINE! I ADMIT IT! BUT PLEASE DON’T TELL EVERYONE ELSE!” Ajihad begged.

“Why shouldn’t I?!” Murtagh snapped. “You have humiliated us all!”

“I - I’ll put videos of your kiss with Arya up!” he said quickly. “If you tell, that is! In fact, I’ve got them right here!” Oh his own computer, he showed Murtagh several versions of that kiss.

Murtagh scowled. “Fine. But if they go up, then I’ll post videos of you singing in the opera!”*

Ajihad turned ghost white. “All right! All right!”

“So, as I was saying,” Murtagh continued, “ARYA HAS BEEN STOLEN!”

“What?!” Eragon gasped.

“Well, all’s fair in love and war,” Ajihad said.

“NO! Someone kidnapped her!” Murtagh said.

“WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?!” Eragon wailed.

“And whoever kidnapped her left these.” Murtagh showed Eragon and Ajihad the note, and handed Ajihad the enclosed.

“Well, we won’t tell anyone of this,” Ajihad decided. “That will just scare all of Alagaesia. We will not be acting either until we figure out who has stolen Arya.”

“That’s not fair!” Murtagh and Eragon wailed.

“Too bad. Now leave me in peace.”

As the half-brothers left the tent, Eragon said, “I know who stole Arya.”

“Who?” Ajihad asked.

He turned around. “It was MURTAGH! The note had HIS handwriting!”

Ajihad shrugged. “Oh, well, if you think so that’s your business.”

Eragon scowled, and Murtagh rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, lil’ half bro,” he said.

However, Eragon was firmly convinced that Murtagh had stolen Arya, so that he wouldn’t have her. Even though he had no clue whose handwriting the note was in anyway, and he was sure that it was much too elegant to have been written by Murtagh. I will make sure that all of Alagaesia knows the truth!

To be continued . . .

Q: So you go to great lengths to describe this, but don’t even tell us who the guy is?!
A: Well, yeah . . . I mean, it’s a surprise, so you’ll find out later. XD But if you pay close, careful attention-
Or money.
*clears throat* Close, careful attention to the description, and try rereading a certain chapter of the second book of a certain popular book series-
I think that’s quite enough information, Shadow. They can figure out out for themselves now if they don’t want to wait. Next!

Q: Is computers one of those modern things they have, then?
A: No. Their ‘computers’ are somewhat a scrying practice; they scry the web page the want on some surface.
This is my favorite spell, I think. *nods*
Oh yes. Next question, please.

Q: Guessed who it is yet? ^^
A: Yah.
Ooo, I know, it’s-
Well, at any rate, you’ll find out. *nods*
We will?
Yes, in the story that comes next. ^^
*sigh* I hate surprises.

Q: Ooo, what opera was he in? ^^
A: A Runescape compilement by-
Nu-uh! It was quite obviously ‘Omelet,’ that spoof of Hamlet that Granny Smith directed.
*shakes head* I don’t know where she gets these.
The internet, my friend - oh, er, I meant the imagination!!
I think we’ve heard enough. let’s move on.

Q: Why is it so hard to get a dragon rider to listen to you? ^-^
(Note - this question and any after it obviously do not have an asterisk.)
A: Because his head’s always in the clouds!!
A-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! . . . Oh, that’s bad.

Q: Where the heck did that come from?
A: The internet!
And this time we mean it. ^-^ Just go to the Shurtugal website and take a look at the latest newsletter from CP.

Q: Why will you never find an elf cheating??
A: Because they’re so fair!!
A-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! . . . Oh, that’s bad.

Q: Need I ask . . . ?
A: Nope; made that one myself. ^-^ Enjoy.

THE END.

Durza with Pootnic's brain-duh.

That's who you're guessing he is? Nope. Although he plays kinda the same role sometimes. But he's got his own personality, kinda, too.

Omg I know! xD The whole Cauis and Marcus thing gave it away. Lol.

I know who it is. *evil grin*

Even if I don't like what it's from. *cough*Twillight.*coughcough*

Now now people, don't spoil it! XD

Jk, it's really obvious. XD But yeah, since this is the end of the story until Gri finally bugs me enough for us to start the new one . . . well, it'd be interesting to hear your theories. (And your suggestions, of course!)

Gri already told me the next one was a Twi one. xP

Um... Fred ( From YouTube, of course ) should kiddnap Bella.

Oooh, yah, Fred SO needs to be in here. XD

Haha totally with his squirrel friends! xD
Or you should add us in! Actually nvm 'cuz you already have Voices....

No! It's gotta only have other story charries. It's like my policy, or something.

Haha nice. xD

Lol, yah. Only people from novels that are at least semi-popular. *nods*

Ya lol. Nice guys.

OMG, that was hilarious. XD

Thanks!

H ha that's hilarous. I'm a huge Inheritance Fan. xD