Hello! I just couldn't resist, I had to update! Today, our star will be our dear old Galby! I know, I hate him with all my heart, but he is interesting and I thought that I could show that "vulnerable" side of him. Still, I want Eragon to stab him with Brisingr and kill him :P.
I know this little story is...well...awfully short, but I hope it's at least acceptable.
Disclaimer: Well, I am not CP, so I don't own the Inheritance Cycle. If I did, I wouldn't be writing in a Fanfiction website, would I? I wouldn't write Fanfiction for my own novel, right?
Special thanks to: Vesper's Lullaby and MarySLi for reviewing! Feedback is highly appreciated, especially if you can help me improve! And, of course, thanks to everyone who reads or puts this in Favourites or Alerts!
Read, enjoy and review!
Silence
Jarnunvösk.
Thinking about her was even more painful than being stabbed by a knife.
Losing her, his best friend and faithful companion, had been the most terrible thing Galbatorix had had to endure.
No one knew what it was like…
The pain is unbearable; the world seems to vanish. You can't see, you can't think; nothing makes sense. A part of your mind dies, slowly falling into that feared darkness that is death. And then…
Silence.
Galbatorix remembered that awful silence after Jarnunvösk's death.
He remembered he had tried to find her, to talk to her; she couldn't be dead!
But she was, and he couldn't bring her back.
Then, there was hate.
He blamed the world for her death, and decided to take revenge.
Why didn't the pain stop?
Jarnunvösk…why did you leave me?