SO this is a little something I've had in my mind for a while so I thought I should write it for everyone to see. I'm quite curious about Galbatorix and his life so this is just my take on it.

A. you don't need to read my other story (Time Dragon) because this isn't a sequel but some people or things may be mentioned from it

B. I hope the grammar is all good

C. If you like the story but think it could be better I'm open for ideas.

D. Reviews are always nice

E. I don't own Murtagh Eragon Arya Galbatorix Angela or anyone else of that sort.

F. I have included a family tree so there may be a few spoilers

G. Galbiss is pronounced GAL biss. AL not ALL


Domia abr Wyrda

Chapteria CLXV

page 765

Allr vita er heilagr

ALL KNOWLED IS SACRED

This particular information is very dear to me and, therefore, I have spent extra care and attention to it. I hope that, should my untimely death arise, my assistant and apprentice shall continue my work, though I am nearly done its completion, I still fear for my life.

I must say, that when I began this piece I did not nor could I ever fathom the things that I would uncover. Through my travels I have discovered the infamous king's mother and father's identity and the true heir to the Broddring Kingdom and an essence of magic unknown.

I am residing here in the King's castle as a guest but these are times of war and more treated like a prisoner than a guest. Too many have died and I am fully aware that this book will bring on many more, including my own.

I must tell you; this is not for the faint of heart.

Heslant the Monk


FAMILY TREE

*People in BOLD are of the royal family and carry royal 'Palancarnian Blood'. They are ancestors of the first human King*

King Palancar—Lady Palancar

V

King Angrenost—Lady Angrenost

V (many generations later)

V

Nola— Miach.........Keitha—Unknown Shade....... Hienah—Lenu

(3 children)............ (one child)............................. (one child)

Bearch................... Galbiss.................................... Aislinn

(no children)

Davina—Peter

(no children)

Andrea—Sedoc

(Andrea and Sedoc

have 2 children)

Gabelie

Deirdre—Moran

V

V (around 7 generations later)

V

Garrow—Marian= Roran—Katrina= Nola

Selena—Morzan =Murtagh—Evelyn = Thomas & Victor

Selena—Brom = Eragon—Ayra = Sophia


A young blond woman lifted her knees high to pull her legs and feet through the heavy snow. She was higher than ever and was still climbing. She stopped and lifted her head away from her scarf, which exposed her face to the harsh air and then looked up towards the summit but could not see it because it was too dark. She glanced behind herself and waited, silently, when she was certain he had not sent his servants after her, she continued. She tried not to think at what would happen if she was caught and instead checked to see if her purse was still attached to her waistband.

She jingled the small gold coins to her comfort. This handful of coins would provide for almost three months. She knew he would not miss them.

These coins were the second most important thing on her person, other than herself. The first was the small child in her arms. She looked down at him and was thankful he was still asleep. He would be more a hassel than anything if he were awake, should he start crying he could give her position away. If he started crying she would throw him over the cliff side she was carefully crossing. If she could not have the child, then he wouldn't either.

The child was her son and she felt nothing for him. Her child was born of rape. The father was the man following her and she feared him more than death.

The young woman brought the child with her to use as a hostage to get her freedom and to get back at the man who did all this. When she was far enough she would abandon the child. She felt it is up to nature to decide if it will live not her. She couldn't care less.

She continued to climb the mountains of the Spine and headed east, inland. She constantly looked over her shoulder fearful of being followed.

The woman made it over the mountain range and followed alongside a lake hoping to run into a village and take shelter for the night. Her feet were soaking and frozen, she could not feel them or her fingers. She walked for hours along the frozen lake.

On the night of the third day she came across a light in the distance. The mother hobbled to it, the pain from her frozen feet shot up her legs and lessened her ability to walk.

"Hello!" she banged on the wooden door. "Hello? Help, please it's freezing." Her fingers stung when they fit the door.

The door opened and the warm air from inside rushed outside and brushed her frozen face. "Please…" she began but nearly fell over from the cold and exhaustion.

The man at the door caught her before she fell. There was an odd package between him and her. He looked down and was shocked to see a small baby. The man quickly brought the two inside and sat them both in front of the fireplace.

He checked the child's breathing; it was still alive. He brought the woman some of his soup to eat and warm up.

He helped her out of her wet boots and set her wet clothing by the fire to dry.

"Here," the woman handed him a few gold coins, "for the night."

The man shook his head, "No, you keep those. I am Meric. What is your name?"

"Keitha. Keitha of Narda."

"Narda?" the man was shocked at how far she had come. "Did you walk from there?"

She nodded and took a mouthful of soup.

"Good Grey, why?"

Keitha slowly looked up at him from her bowl. She would not tell him, she would lie.

"No you do not have to tell me, that is your personal information." He stood up and took her empty bowl to his kitchen.

"Where am I?" she asked after him.

"The village of Fläm, in the province of Inzilbêth. I can take you into town tomorrow; maybe you can buy a horse with those coins. And you should take that child to the midwives, have him checked out."

Meric was a tall, handsome man. He had lean muscles from the many years of farming his family's farm. He had brown hair and brown eyes and wore a plain beige tunic and trousers.

His father died around two years ago and his mother and unborn sister both died at childbirth 12 years ago. He was a kind man and was highly favored by the townspeople though he did not see them or go into town often as his farm was on the far outskirts of the village.

He gave Keitha and her child his spare room. She did not speak much and she seemed very, very troubled and anxious. She was constantly looking around and over her shoulder. Meric was too polite to ask.

Keitha had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes with red rosy cheeks from the cold. Meric imagined that she must have a beautiful smile, if she smiled.

She couldn't have been any older than him, 25 maybe…27 at most.

Meric crawled into his own bed and had already begun planning what he would make for Keitha and her child. A good hearty breakfast, he would use his finest pork and eggs.

It was early morning and the baby started to cry. Meric pulled on his boots and walked down the hall to Keitha's room. There was no light on inside, so he knocked softly but no one came. The child continued to cry and cry so Meric knocked twice more.

When Keitha did not open, Meric opened it. There was no one inside except for the child. Meric ran downstairs calling after Keitha. He went outside and found footprints in the snow. He followed them into the forest.

He walked for a half an hour until he found her.

She was face down in the snow. He ran up to her but quickly saw the brownish-red color of the snow. Meric slowly turned her frozen stiff body over. Her eyes were closed and blue lidded. Her whole face was white and blue.

The wound was a stab, a stab to her heart.

Meric carried Keitha's body home and when he got there, he cleaned her wound and burnt her body.

Meric couldn't bear to watch the body burn. He returned inside to the baby.

So much had happened in the past few hours. He knew that who ever killed the mother would most surely come after the child and Meric vowed to protect the child.

Meric rocked the child in his arms. It became quite clear that Meric would have to raise the child. He did not know what the child's name was and even more he didn't know what sex it was.

He lifted the cloth and peeked in, the baby gurgled. A boy. Meric sighed in relief, he would have no idea how to raise a daughter. The boy was blonde like his mother but had green eyes.

"What is your name?" The baby gurgled at him; "I will call you Galbiss, after my father."

There was a knock on the door. Meric brought Galbiss downstairs with him and sat him on the wooden table and opened the door.

A tall, lean man stood in the doorway. He had long red hair that hung around his pale face and cruel red eyes. On the sides of his face were symbols carved into his face.

Meric stepped back "Shade."

"Do I make it so obvious?" The Shade smirked with his red lips.

"I'm not going to invite you in."

"Excuse me?" The Shade raised a red eyebrow.

"I know Shades can't enter a home unless invited by the own of the house."

"Ahhh, the peasant knows Shadonic lore." The Shade looked over his shoulder at the cremation pit. "I see you found Keitha. It was a shame, really." He pulled out a dagger still covered in blood and pointed it towards the baby. "That is my son."

"You wont have him." Meric picked up his wood axe.

The Shade sighed, "I suppose not. He is the son of a Shade, he will only bring destruction and pain, and you know that. Why keep him?"

"Why want him?"

"To destroy Alagaësia and have a Shade rule. Why else?"

"You wont ever have him!" Meric rose his voice and threatened with his axe.

"You ignorant peasant. I don't need to posses him; his very existence is all I need. That boy is of my blood and was conceived in hate and pain. Do you think he can love? No! It is his fate! Save yourself the pain and strife and give him to me."

"No." Meric planted his foot on the ground.

"Then it will be your death." The Shade lifted the dagger and stabbed it with great force into the doorframe. The blade sunk deep into the wood. "You can give that to my son when he is grown. Tell him it still has his mother's blood on it."

The Shade turned and stepped away leaving the farm. When he was a few meters far Meric charged after him and swung his heavy axe at the Shade's back. But just as he did the Shade began to dissolve and blow away and Meric's axe swung through air and clanged on the ground.

He ran back inside to check on Galbiss but stopped to pull out the Shades dagger. He pulled and pulled but it would not budge so finally he took his axe and chopped off the side of the doorframe where the dagger had been stuck.

He picked up his son and cradled him and watched his beautiful green eyes. No he could not be a Shade's son. Meric would never accept that.


So that was fun eh? Questions? I am very curious as to what you think/ feel or what you think might happen.

And yes I am still continuing Time Dragons. I am most likely writing a new chapter right now as you are reading this.