Galbatorix... A road to madness

Chapter two

He could hear them speaking. Where were they? Why could he not see them? Before he could figure it out he was consumed by darkness again.

When he awoke again, he could see. The shocking whiteness of the walls greeted him first as he opened his leaded eyelids. He was in a gigantic round, pure white room. Round windows varying in size were spaced evenly apart on the walls. A ledge twenty feet up from the white marble floor housed fifty chairs and in those chairs sat the Elders,

            The regal Elf before him, Vrael, spoke first. “Galbatorix, former rider of Jarnunvösk, what had befallen you and your now dead comrades?”

            All he could manage to say was “I lost her... I lost her...” sorrow encompassed his whole form.

            “What happened to Jarnunvösk? Where is she?” another Elder asked.

“Sh-she’s gone.” It came out as more of a sob then a sentence.

            “She is dead? And what of your companions? What happened to Jared and Gareth and their Dragons?” questioned a large nasally sounding human Elder.

            “Th-they’re d-dead” His simple answer seemed to annoy the large Elder rather then sate his flow of questions.

            “Who killed them?” Vrael demanded.

            “Ur-urgals. Th-they a-ambushed-d u-us d-d-during the n-night.”  He gasped for breath trying to stop the tears that were yet again pouring down his tanned face. “I must have one, I must have another egg! I can’t be alone! It’s not fair!” he suddenly yelled out, letting go of some of the control he had on his emotions. As soon as he declared this he burst into sobs again.

            “No.” a soothing voice popped up. “No Galbatorix, after what I have heard spoken. On behalf of the Elders you are clearly not worthy to have another dragon, at least not currently.” Oromis’s controlled voice, would usually sooth people but it seemed to have the opposite effect on the young dragoness rider.

            He lashed out of Maud’s comforting grasp and stumbled over to where the wise Elf sat, Glaedr, Oromis’s golden dragon towered over the already imposing Elder. “You are cruel Oromis, you don’t know the pain, and you don’t know what it’s like to be separated forever from your dragon. You must give me another egg!”

            Clearly having enough of this Vrael stood up and roared “Enough! Galbatorix, you are herby banished from the island of Vroenguard. You are never to return, nor are you allowed to have contact with any rider or dragon- wild or not. If you are disobeying this direct order, you are to be killed on the spot.” The other Elders nodded in agreement. “Maud, please transport him to the east side of the Hadarac desert. Give him only enough food and water for three weeks.”

            “Yes.” She replied and with that she grabbed Galbatorix by the arm, but before she could disappear a voice of insanity spoke up.

            “You have not seen the last of me! You will see me again, and when you do you all shall die!” and with a flash of green light, they disappeared.

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            Days of endless wandering had driven him beyond the confines of his mind. He was completely and totally insane now, no questions asked. The heat seeped into every pore of his body, causing a thick sheen of sweat to form over his lean body. It was hot, so so hot. In his wildest dreams he had never imagined anything the likes of this. The Beor mountains glittered in the distance almost seeming to mock him. Why had he been so stupid? The desert was no place for man nor elf. Nothing lived here save a few lizards, few and far. He had to make it, he just had to. Death would not claim him yet. To the East a river glistened next to a city, this was his destination. The smell of burning cedar and juniper drifted over him from the city, enticing him to get to the city faster, urging him to continue.

            Finally, he was greeted with the sight of the fast moving, muddy brown river. Without even thinking about it twice, he jumped in headfirst. The dirty water refreshing him like he hadn’t been in months. With only a bark of two words, he was out of the water and on the opposite bank. The city was a mere league away now. Picking up his bag, he started a brisk walk towards the ever-closer city, coming to the gates not a half hour later.

            Not even being asked a word from the guards, he walked right in the city, already planning what he was going to do next.

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            He was going to kill the Elder that denied him a second egg, or at least kill the nasally annoying one that kept questioning him. Within the city he first went to find the bank where he could access his money, before next venturing to a stall to purchase clothing for himself. He found seedy inn next to the Rider’s headquarters where he rented a room under a pseudo name. The room was on top, facing the large Rider’s building. He planned to sit here and observe, only then would he strike. Not so soon after he sat down, a young elf came walking out of the building, a small green hatchling following her, watching her brown curls bounce up and down as she walked. It was the girl from the farm! What was her name? Alicia- no, Angie? No! It was Angela! That’s right Angela was her name! But what is she doing here?  He thought to himself. A pang of loneliness stabbing him, hearing no reply. No matter- only killing that Elder and getting another dragon matters.

            Again, he sat down on the bed, cross-legged, eyes fixed on the stone building, watching and waiting. For hours he sat like that, eyes trained on the building, watching people, Riders and dragons, alike go in and out of the building. He never stopped for nourishment, then he saw him. He would be perfect.