"Galbatorix's Shruikan"

by Hailie Jade S

Rating: T just for safety. It's the only rating that really allows violence. Nothing's bad.

Summary: Two really short stories about Galbatorix.

Disclaimer: If I owned Eragon, they would be much better stories. Just kidding.

Author's Notes: Welcome to what is probably the most pathetic story ever to grace the Eragon section. These are two short (very short) stories about Galbatorix. I'm not an Eragon expert, so feel free to tell me if I got something - or a lot of things - wrong. This is all just my interpretation.


Galbatorix was thinking. It didn't make him happy. Because he was thinking about that day again. The day. That day that had torn his whole life in two. He always tried not to remember it, but sometimes, like today, it would surface against his will. Finally, he gave in, to see the day like it was yesterday…
Shallara twisted around her scaly neck so she could look at her Rider.

Are we ready to go yet, Little One? she asked him.

"Almost, Shallara," Chenran replied, packing a few more things into his travel sacks. More food and drink. Should he bring his sword, in case there was trouble? No, if he needed to protect himself, he had magic. And Shallara.

Now are we ready? Shallara asked impatiently.

"Yes," Chenran said. He hooked the pack onto her saddle, then climbed on himself. He twisted his hips, automatically making sure that the saddle was secure. "OK, Shall, let's go!"

As the beautiful purple dragon took off, a bright smile of utter joy crossed Chenran's face. The wind whipped through his hair, and he leaned back to give a whoop of happiness.

Come, my friend! Shallara cried. Join me!

So Chenran found her mind. Then, her wings were his. He felt the wind rush over them, felt his heavy scaly body fly effortlessly above the land. Shallara-Chenran dipped one wing, careening off to the side, nearly turning over. The bellow of joy that poured out of their mouth was half-human, half-dragon, pure ecstasy.

Soon, they came to the place that they were going to. Chenran reluctantly extracted his mind from Shallara's as she landed lightly. Chenran dismounted, pulling off his packs. He spread the blanket across the ground, putting out his food. Shallara curled her enormous bulk more or less around the picnic blanket as Chenran began to eat.

How can you eat such meatless food? she asked him. It is all green. Green!

"I'm not a dragon," Chenran said, amused.

But how?

"I don't know," Chenran replied, shrugging. "How can you not?"

To that, she had no reply. Chenran chuckled and took a large bite of his food.

CHENRAN! Shallara suddenly bellowed. She reared up, wings flaring fantastically in the air. CHENRAN! URGALS!

Chenran clambered to his feet, heart pounding. He swung onto Shallara's neck. "Let's go, Shallara!" he cried. He didn't have his weapons, and his magic skills weren't yet fully developed. Especially if there were many Urgals. And they didn't often travel in small numbers.

Shallara tensed her hind legs, ready to spring into the air, when she gave a roar of agony. Chenran could feel as the arrows pierced her wings. He gave a yell of pain and anger. He immediately pulled every spell he could think of to mind.

"Brisingr!" he shouted, aiming his palm at the one Urgal he could see so far. It fell, crying out. But then, at least thirty more rushed around Shallara's flanks. Arrows shot at her, attacking her soft wings and rattling her scales. She bellowed angrily, lashing out with her forelegs, taking out a couple Urgals. This only angered the rest, and another volley of arrows rained down.

Chenran was dodging and blocking as best he could the arrows directed at him. Whenever he could, he would try to inflict some soft of damage on the beasts they were fighting. But it was clear that he and Shallara were losing. More and more Urgals were coming. At least fifty surrounded the dragon and Rider.

Finally, Chenran realized that they could not win. Shallara was in no shape to fly, her wings shredded. He needed to get rid of the Urgals! Needed to! So, he searched his mind, until the word burst to his lips.

"Hÿcâthén!"

A blast of incredible purple light filled the area. Chenran felt himself shake at the amount of power he had invoked. Where had that word come from? He didn't know that word.And then… All the Urgals fell, dead! Galbatorix gave a roar of triumph!

"Shallara! I got them!" he cried. "They're dead! We're OK!"

But then, all his hopes and dreams fell apart.

You did not only get them, she whispered.

"What? What? Shallara!" he shouted. "Shallara, what's wrong? SHALLARA!"

She gave one great shudder, then fell over, dead.


In case you're confused, I'm saying that Galbatorix doesn't use the original ancient language, but his own twisted one.

So, the next (final) chapter will be about how Galbatorix got Shruikan.