Fall of Men
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Vrael ran for his life, fearing the mad man Galbatorix he fled to the mountains of Utgard, hoping to recover from his battle wounds. But the trickster Galbatorix found him, and it was with a heavy heart and heavier limbs that he fought for the land of Alagaësia.
He fought for every man, woman and child. He knew it was the end when Galbatorix found him.
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"You cannot ever hide from me Vrael. I will rule Alagaësia."
"My –"
"Save yourself the trouble old man and fight me to the death. You are a coward. Lo – you hold power of all and not use. Power is there to be used Master." Galbatorix spat with disdain. "Fight me."
"I will fight you. I will never allow you to hold Kingship over all who live on this land."
"Fight me to the death. This is a battle of men, Vrael."
Vrael picked up the sword that he had abandoned at his side. The dull colour glinting in the remaining sunlight. Night was falling... And so were the Riders and Alagaësia.
With the last light of day upon them, the two men fought. They fought for what they believed in, whether it be good or things that were destined for evil. The clang of swords filled the cold air.
Vrael narrowly dodged a swing from the madman for his head. The low sun caused him to narrow his eyes as they fought. He had found peace within himself to die with the sun overhead like it was. He could have said it was the most magical sunset of his life. The yellows and reds and golds creating an atmosphere that in his last moments were the memories he was going to die with, and not the ones of fighting for all.
He realised his mistake in thinking Galbatorix would not resort to trickery when he felt the man's foot connect with the juncture between his legs.
Falling into the snow Vrael closed his eyes. The death blow.
The snow was cold against his skin, but he doubted ever feeling something as magical as snow again. Slowly opening his eyes Vrael stared up at the man who had defeated him...
Galbatorix's cold brown eyes stared down at him as Vrael watched the hate echo over his face. Galbatorix's brown hair floated in the breeze as everything around him slowed down. Milliseconds becoming seconds and seconds becoming minutes...
Vrael watched the man who had done so much evil raise his sword above his head.
"I am King of Alagaësia."
Closing his eyes, Vrael felt the cold of metal against his skin and then the feeling of peace.
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The roar of Galbatorix and Shruikan filled the skies of Alagaësia as Galbatorix declared himself King.
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"And from that day, he has ruled us."
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I know that Inheritance is one of the most spoofed fandoms and filled with every type of Mary Sue out there... and that really pisses me off, so I decided to add to the good fics of Inheritance by writing this, a non Mary Sue invested, non parody fan fiction. I might edit this later, but I want to see what the response is...