I always wanted to hear something from Galby's perspective so here it is! Oh, and Jarnunvösk was his first dragon, the one that was killed. Enjoy! and please review!
Dear Jarnunvösk,
I murdered another servant today. I don't know why I did it. He was just laughing, being so wretchedly happy, it sent me over the edge. I thought I would feel better after he fell, but I grew even more somber. I spend most of the time feeling somber these days. No one and nothing can please me. All those foolish lords and ladies that come to my court-bah! they infuriate me. All so delightfully stupid, arrogant, innocent, joyful...but I digress. It's not as though I don't have plenty of intriguing company. The many dragons, or hearts of dragons, never cease to puzzle and challenge me. I find them to be the only source of interesting communication. Though I know they would not talk to me unless I force them...
Oh Jarnunvösk why did you have to leave me so early? You are on my mind constantly and the violent sadness never fails to cripple me. Everything reminds me of you, and every time I think of you I am overwhelmed. How I could ever let you fall torments me relentlessly. How could I be so careless? So young...so ignorant! Guilt and pain now hold the place of joy and freedom. I now refuse to let anything be out of my control, for if it is...it will surely die! Just as you did my dear friend. I loved you so dearly, but that didn't stop the Urgals. I have found love is not the answer to anything. Love, ha! Power. Control. Now there are things that would have protected you. I know it is useless now, I know I can never bring you back, but I can't stop myself. Everyday I think, if I unlock one more spell...if I control one more city, perhaps I will be strong enough to bring you back. To save you. Finally. But these are the wishes of a mad man.
Ruthless, horrible, tyrant, vicious, insane...these are the things my people say about me. And as I write them now, I know them to be true. I am all of these things. This is what I have become. This is what you did to me! Are you happy now? You corrupted me! You ruined me! I slaughtered my friends. I eliminated any who opposed me. So filled with rage and sorrow, I destroyed this country. My country. I know these things. But I can't stop. I must be in control. I will never let something like this happen again, I will protect myself from feeling this way.
Somedays I hope Eragon will be stronger than me. I hope he will be wise and fill the chair of kingship that I never should have taken. But I know that will never happen. I am stronger. When we fight, I will kill him. No one can stop me...as much as I wish otherwise. I realize now the only one who can stop this is myself...only I can end me. As I write this, I twirl around a vial of poison. So tempting...so alluring. To finally end. To cease to exist. To be relieved of this gut-wrenching pain I feel every goddamn day of my existence. Alas, that's all the poison is- a temptation. I can't go through with it. I am tired. I am weak.
Yours always,
Galbatorix.