Unforgiving
"Please!" screamed an insanely high pitched voice.
"No," said Oromis in his authoritative voice. "You have had your chance to be a Rider. Did you follow the doctrine of avoiding direct combat until you were fully trained? No, you blatantly ignored that rule when you decided to go on you 'adventure'."
"Please! Oromis-elda, I promise! I won't do anything like that again! Just let me have another chance, another egg…" Galbatorix's voice broke into a sob as the word 'egg' rolled off his tongue.
"Let the Council convene," Vrael, the leader of the Riders, said sagely. Then, in a whisper, he said, "I say that he gets one time, just one more time to prove himself. If another dragon will hatch for him, he shall have it. Just look at the boy, look at the sadness he has had to suffer. Sure, he made the wrong decision in going off to fight the Urgals, but he is still so young, I believe that he is still capable of changing his ways. What say you, do you all agree with me?"
"No, I do not agree that we should allow him a chance, even if he swears to undergo the process of penitence."
"And why, Oromis, is that? Vrael knows his own pupil best, just as well as you know Brom and Morzan, who are both as close as brothers," questioned Tenga.
"Perhaps the rest of you do not see it, but what eats at his heart is not sorrow, it is madness and insanity," Oromis stated adamantly. "I do not mean to criticize your methods, Master Vrael, but Galbatorix has an unusual talent of swaying others to his cause, just as he did when he convinced his friends to go with him into the Spine. I make my decision out of safety for the other young ones."
"Wise words, you speak. I must say that I am in agreement with Oromis," said Tenga.
"Well said. Now, shall we?" said Vrael. Turning back to the courtroom, he said "All who are in favor of giving Galbatorix another chance at being a Rider, raise your hands and say 'I agree' in the Ancient Language."
Galbatorix looked up hopefully, his lips in a lop-sided, maniacal grin, his eyes overly large in his eagerness. But no one, not even Vrael made the slightest twitch of movement, except the slow rise and fall of breathing.
He broke, and the uncontrolled anger and insatiable hatred that boiled up within him exploded like a dragon's roar. "HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?" he screamed. "I THOUGHT THE RIDERS HAD SYMPATHY FOR THEIR OWN KIN, FOR ALL WHO HAVE DONE NO WRONG IN ALAGAESIA! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO ANGER YOU, MASTER VRAEL?!"
"I am sorry, Galbatorix, I truly am," said Vrael. "But by losing your dragon, you have lost the honor to be called a Rider."
"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Galbatorix raged as lunged toward the council, intending to slaughter them all for denying him the one thing he had ever truly wanted: power.
"Letta!" shouted one of the council, binding Galbatorix together in place. He writhed and struggled, but to no avail.
"Remove him from the room, cast him in the Hadarac, he is too dangerous to contain," said Tenga.
Glaring with eyes that gleamed with uncontained hate, malice, hostility, animosity, resentment, outrage, and ire, the former Rider, imbuing his next words with all the energy he had, said, in a soft, raspy voice that caused shivers to run up everyone's spines, "Know this, my former comrades, I shall have my revenge, and the day will come when the Riders shall cower and fall before my wrath."
A/N: I sort of noticed there were hardly any stories talking of how the riders fell, so I decided to try my hand at one. Tell me what you think of it...