AN: Hello, first off: Disclaimer I own nothing as all source material and inspiration belongs to Christopher Paolini. So this is my first FF and I'm really looking forward to work on this so I hope ya'll enjoy my work.
Also this chapter is super short, as the story progresses it will lengthen up, I just want to get my first chapter out there and get used to the format and all.
Last: A fewer pointer this story start, as you can tell, right at the end of book 4 and will just take off from there. My stories are usually darker than what I would deem the norm so if you're not okay with characters dying then this story might not before for you, and if the deaths upset you i understand they would upset me too, and I'm the one who killed them. And sorry for the bad grammar, trying to work on that. Review!
Halls of the King
The sound of battle could be heard even from within the walls of the dark citadel, the force of the empire and Varden, waging unrelenting war against one another. Though it was muffled by the dark marble and granite of the surrounding floors and columns, the clash of to empires was making its presence known to the all of Alagaesia. Its magnitude only pressing itself into Eragon's mind as to the success of his current and final mission. Pushing such thoughts away Eragon looked upon his surroundings as himself, Arya, and his eleven guards walk through the grand, there be it dark, halls of Galbatorix's castle.
The black marble of the walls were garbed in elaborate tapestries and paintings of old. Eragon look around towards the wall in a state of disbelieve as main of the decorations showed the history of the riders. Most were paints of the great dragon wars, or of the original Eragon and his role as first rider, but some about many other insignificant events before the fall. Though what caught Eragon's attention most of all was a grand and long painting above the archway they were approaching. The elaborate paint was beautiful; depicting, in chronologic fashion, the events leading up to and after the fall. In all sight through the painting seemed to be dedicated to three main figure of the fall.
Primarily Galbatorix himself being the main figure, showing his seize of control over the order of the riders and leading the 13 Forsworn and the dragons. These images showed Galbatorix from a much different view than of what Eragon had known of the man. Not as a crazy young rider whom lost his dragon and betrayed his own kind, but a leader of movement that brought to seek peace while discarding the ways of the old order. "Be careful young one" Umaroth spook up, "Galbatorix had a way to twist not just the past but his own current image of his actions, for he did not gain strengthening numbers through his power, but his words. Nor did his mind just have strengthen in words but also in intellect, for he bested myself and my rider through smarts and trickery" Umaroth retried into the confined of his own mind as Eragon was once again shock at the dragon words. For dragons are a prideful race, to have one once so powerful admit his own fault was uncommon. Turning his attention back toward the painting Eragon focused on the next images.
The second focus was Morzan, chief leader of the Forsworn, but much unlike with the kings depiction much of Morzans treachery towards the other riders, as Eragon had learned of it, was apparent here. Next to Morzan, in his latter diction, showed him with a cloaked woman, whom he assumed was he and Murtagh's mother, as she bore the mark of the Black Hand.
Still, the last person to be shown was that of Brom. Eragon was utterly taken back by the appereance of his own father in the halls of Galbatorix as much as Brom was a destructive force toward Galbatorix and his Forsworn. Even more unlikely Broms depictions, like with Morzan, showed no romanticism of Brom's deeds, but show the true events of his life during the fall and up until his killing of Morzan. Eragon turned his head to look at Arya and the elves whom as well stood with a look of uncertainty and disbelief.
"It seems that even the mighty elves are at a loss for what Galbatorix's intentions are within this single painting" Saphira snorted quietly "Such does not matter, tis but a piece of color and design nothing more. If that egg-breaker wish to see himself as a savior then fine be it, for he will not be of this world much longer. Still," She paused, "I to cannot understand why the mad king would have depicted Brom's life either." Saphira moved forward as if to gain great understand of the full meaning of the piece.
"I do not understand" Eragon spoke quietly "Why would the like of Brom be immortalized in the halls of Galbatroix?"
"I am glad you asked such my, young rider!"