Author's Note: I just want to explain where this came from. A while ago, I wrote a one-shot called Serenity, a brief look into the often ignored mind of the mysterious Galbatorix. For a while, it was enough. Over time, it began to bother me. Who was Galbatorix? What was his past? How did he reach power? I could not figure out how to tie it together.
One day, the radio began playing Coldplay's "Viva La Vida." The song was catchy enough. I downloaded it soon after, and began listening to it. The fateful moment was when I first finished Brisingr. I listened to this song soon after. It was like a lightbulb went off. Galbatorix was the cast down king!
And so I give you Viva La Vida. This story will have five chapters, will go through all of the lyrics, and eventually lead to Galbatorix's death. I hope you enjoy.
"Hello, young Rider," said Galbatorix, smiling at Eragon, looking completely calm, "I've been waiting for you." Eragon grinned at Galbatorix.
"I have a small proposition for you. Take a seat." Eragon felt himself pushed down into a seated position. He began to fight back as Galbatorix continued. He just needed to stay alive long enough for everything to come into play.
"Now, all I've wanted to do is find peace. The old Riders were corrupt. I believed that I could help start a new revolution. The old ones, they all spurned the poor. I have had plans, you see, big plans…" Eragon smiled at the man, looking amused at his ramblings. Suddenly, Murtagh hit Galbatorix on the head with Zar'roc, laughing maniacally. The man passed out and Eragon was freed from the spell.
"What did you do to me?" I cried out, looking at the two brothers.
"You see, Galbatorix, I realized I could not kill you outright," Eragon began, "So I've killed your dragon and taken your magic. I made sure to leave you sane, let you wander and feel guilt. I am not an executioner. You will be given three days to get away from here. After that, if Murtagh or I find you, we will kill you."
"How can Murtagh fight against me? I know his real name! It is…" I found myself stumbling over his name. Eragon laughed, a laugh echoed by Murtagh. I nearly flinched from the amount of malice in their voices.
"Lost your tongue? Murtagh has changed since you first captured him. In fact, he has changed so much that his name is no longer the same. Do not forget that you also lack the power you once had. You are powerless. Now go!"
I felt myself fly out the doors, which closed behind me, locking. How could I have reached this state?