AN: Yes, I know it's been ages since I wrote the first one and I could go through a whole list of things that have stopped me writing this sequel (namely all the other unfinished stories I'm writing and all my coursework (I've got my exams tomorrow)) but I'm not going to. All I'm gonna say is that this was originally written for Christmas but not finished and seems a shame to waste it so I thought I'd go for it and use it as the first chapter of the sequel.
Oh, and I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed on the last chapter of the first House of Eragon. You're all fantastic! Yeah, I'm just gonna finish off this chapter now…
Disclaimer: Do I own Eragon? No. Should you sue me for randomising Christopher Paolini's characters? No. You can't sue me for the characters I created though; you will know which ones they are.
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"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Eragon cried, dropping to his knees.
Selena sighed, rolling her eyes. It was the same every year. Christmas dinner should not contain waffles. Eragon, being a waffle addict, just could not handle that fact. Last Christmas, Selena had caved in and made Eragon waffles to go with his Christmas dinner anyway, but this year, she was not going to. Eragon could just manage with what he had.
Just then, Arya walked in. She raised her eyebrows. "Erm, Selena, Brom just knocked out Durza with his shoe because Galbatorix ate a bauble."
Selena left to deal with it. Christmas was certainly the most stressful time of the year for her.
"What's the matter with you?" Arya questioned, looking down at the distraught Eragon.
Eragon grabbed her leg and hugged it. "Th-th-there aren't any waffles for chriiiiiiiiiistmaaaaaaas!"
Arya rolled her eyes and replied simply, "There never are. We just have to mange with having them as a snack. By the way, I expect you to make me poffles for all the pain you're gonna put me through."
She didn't wait to see if it cheered him up before leaving the room to count her presents because she had to prove to Murtagh that she had way more presents than he did, which she did; one more to be exact. She'd got one from Morzan but he hadn't.
She reached out and grabbed his ankle as he passed, almost making him trip over into the Christmas tree. Thankfully, he didn't; there was no way she'd put it back up in her condition. She giggled; that was one heck of an excuse.
Murtagh raised one eyebrow at her. "Are you gonna let go of my leg or not? I'm trying to get away from Thorn's taunting!"
"I've got more presents than you 'cause Morzan didn't get you one!" she declared happily. "You do realise that Thorn's in your head, don't you? You've got to block him out if you want to stop his teasing; running away won't do anything for you."
Ha Ha Ha! She's got you there mini emo one! The irritating voice of the red dragon teased in Murtagh's head.
Murtagh, not being able to see the actual source of his irritation, settled for the next best thing to give a particularly nasty bout of Evils to: the wall. Thorn! How many times do I have to tell you! I'm not mini…
You are compared to me! Thorn interrupted.
Look, just shut up and let me finish this, okay? I'm not mini and I'm not an emo!
Thorn interjected. Whatever helps you sleep at night!
So don't call me that! Murtagh finished, fuming.
Why would I call you 'That'? It's obvious you're my mini emo one.
Murtagh shook his head. Thorn, I hate you. I really, really hate you!
"Hello!" Arya's call drowned out any response made by Thorn. "Murtagh! I am trying to tell you that I have one more present than you do and the least you can do is listen to the pregnant lady!"
Murtagh sighed but answered anyway because Morzan had lectured him on the probability that if he upset the hormonal pregnant elf, she would attack him and he would catch something nasty and die. "Yep, I'm listening now."
Smiling, she said in a matter-of-factly tone, "I have one more present than you do."
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Morzan was bored. In fact, he was very bored. In fact, if it was possible to die of boredom, which he sincerely hoped it wasn't, he should have died an awful long time ago.
Fortunately for him, he had a mobile phone and the entirety of the organisation of LEPRADAS plus the Morrison's paramedic gut at his disposal, so he could paint the hospital wall that the dragons had broken while Eragon and Murtagh were being treated there and organise Murtagh's Christmas surprise for tomorrow at the same time.
He was just dialling the number when an Irish voice startled him enough to make him drop the mobile phone into a bucket of white paint. Biting back a curse, he began to rummage around looking for it.
"Connor! I think I spotted me pot o' gold! Oh wait, 'S only a chocolate coin wrapper."
"Dermot, yer an idiot!" Connor, the calm, ginger leader of LEPRADAS replied to the village idiot. "Yer know I've got yer pot o' gold!"
"Oh," Dermot replied. There was a moment of silence before, "Connor! It's me pot o' gold!"
Connor sighed. "No, Dermot laddie, that's just the chocolate coin wrapper yer just saw."
"Oh."
Leaning against the freshly painted, white wall, the Morrison's paramedic guy was watching a movie on his portable DVD player.
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In the hallway of the house, chaos reigned.
Durza was unconscious on the floor. Brom was attacking Galbatorix with one of his shoes, while the mad king digested the bauble he'd just eaten and clamped his teeth around the shoe that was still on Brom's foot. Yep, Brom had managed to find another pair of shoes to replace the pair that Galbatorix had eaten one of. His remaining shoe from that pair was stashed away in his bedroom ready to be uncovered when the ex-rider was most in need of a hardy, reliable weapon.
Selena was, thankfully for the brawling pair, outside because she had discovered the Saphira was defacing the Christmas lights on the roof. Unfortunately for the brawling pair, she knew what was going on and was planning on sorting it out just as soon as she had finished sending Saphira to garden naughty corner the first.
As she thought about her presents to Eragon and Arya, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved upwards to form a smile despite her stern voice to Saphira. She, at least, was getting into the spirit of Christmas, which was, after all, tomorrow.
Oh yes, it was certainly going to be a day to remember.
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AN: yeah, I know not a lot happens in this chapter but it's building up to the next one and the sequel's got to start somewhere. Sorry, Orik, Angela and probably a load of other characters aren't in it but they will be making an appearance next chapter.
Next chapter: What are Selena's presents to Eragon and Arya? What's Morzan's Christmas surprise for Murtagh? Will Thorn stop calling him mini emo one? You're gonna have to read on to find out.
Immortali: Do you mind if I use your brother and sister's song in this story?
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