Chapter 8

" Brom, contact the elves, dwarves, and humans of the demon army's arrival, General Pao, have the men ready for the battle, Captain Christopher start evacuating all citizens,"

Vrael put his hands on the wooden table, made by the elves, and stood up form his grand chair located at the end of the grand council chamber and said:

" Men, Get ready for war,"

With that, Vrael walked out of the council chamber, with his cloak flowing freely behind him.


Vrael walked down, with his top generals and captains, through Vroengard's main road. With fire flying above hitting the city's invisible, and nigh impregnable shield, that was maintained by his top magicians who remained inside the castle.

" I want two hundred men on those walls General Lini, make sure they are armed with bows and arrows, take Captains Arg and Elon with you," Vrael said with much authority to his top general on his left side, on his right was his top advisor Brom.

" It will be done at once my lord," The general walked off with the two captains by his side. The dragon king walked past his riders, whose numbers have well gone into the hundreds, with their swords ready in hand or their sheaths by the rider's side, with their unique dragons clinging on the castle or flying close to the shield, seeing the fire being rained on by the demons. He went into one of his six towers, standing well over 60 feet in height. Walking up the stone stairs, with each step a resounding boom went throughout the tower as well as the entire wall, letting the soldiers know their king was coming. Vroengard wasn't just for riders, it was for everyone.

Vrael got up to the wall and walked down passing nervous soldiers with shaky hands, soldiers who were determined to protect their land, and soldiers who were sitting down and standing up, Vrael passed them all. In the middle of the wall, Vrael met up with General Lini, who he told to get the men on the walls.

" Are the preparations ready General,"

" Yes, my lord I have got the men and the supplies ready for the battle," The general replied. Vrael could tell the general was a little nervous for the battle, but he's never failed Vrael in leading his men before so Vrael could trust him.

" Sir, demons are coming for us, how can you be sure this land will survive, I've read about those people, and they destroy everything in their path,"

" Lini, ever since you have been with us dragon riders, I have asked you to do one thing for me, trust me," Vrael said, with his hands on the nervous general " Trust me, and we shall survive," With teary eyes, the general saluted the king while nodding his head.

In the distance, Vrael could see with his heightened sight, as an elf, fair people, fairer than elves, march towards the city. He saw dark colors on the armor, with dark helmets over their heads, with dark red eyes, that Vrael felt stared into his soul. Demons Vrael thought.

We best give a speech to the riders and men Vrael, Umaroth said to Vrael.

What? How am I supposed to do that

Vrael you just did it to Lini, now just do what you did to that man to the riders Umaroth said to Vrael.

Vrael turned around and faced his countless riders, who were nervous, they had all read and been taught about demons before, but only a few of them, mainly the teachers have fought one.

Speech, speech, speech Vrael kept repeating in his head. He has given speeches before yes, but never one like this. Wars were not common at this age.

Just speak from your heart Vrael, it has never failed you before Umaroth popped off in his head.

Vrael took a deep breath in and exhaled. Vrael opened his mouth to speak, then suddenly a rider shouted:

" LOOK OUT!,"

Vrael turned around to see a ball of pure fire heading straight for the wall. Umaroth darted towards Vrael from his place on the castle but was too slow.

There was a huge explosion, that destroyed the northern wall and sent Vrael and two hundred men into an unconscious state, and into the air out of the castle walls and falling onto the battlefield. With that flaming ball, the demons could now get into the castle and destroy the riders and men.


Get up Vrael, get up.

Vrael's mind was foggy and he felt dizzy and sick. The king opened his eyes to be found being pulled back into the castle by his men and riders, with his white dragon, Umaroth, protecting their way inside.

Vrael got pulled into a medical building and felt his wounds being healed by his riders. He could hear the riders slapping his face lightly to keep him in a consciousness state. Vrael shook his head a little and got up from the little cot in the building. He thanked the medic for his service for him, grabbed his white sword, Islingr, and its sheath, and marched out of the building.

Outside the medical building, he saw death and destruction (Remember Chapter One, it is all coming together now, how Vrael was walking among the dead, hehehehe). Vrael saw the castle on fire, fireballs raining from enemy lines. He saw men burning, riders bleeding, buildings collapsing in the city.

Umaroth, where are you?

Vrael, I am coming to you now, are you okay? You took quite much from that blast

I'll be fine, just come pick me up, please

In seconds, Vrael's mighty dragon, Umaroth was there and swept down, like white hail on a cold night and landed, with dust gathering up after his majestic landing.

Where shall we go Vrael

Take me to the front lines

But it is suicide to head there

My people are fighting for me and their land, I won't let their sacrifice go in vain

Yes, I must agree with you on this matter then Vrael

Umaroth took off with a mighty sweep of his wings and headed for the front lines of the battle, where the rider and their dragons were fighting against the destructive elves.

Passing through this death-stricken battlefield was painful for both Umaroth and Vrael. Their riders and subjects are dying in their name just so the land of the dragons may be saved.

Is all this pain worth it Umaroth

I don't know Vrael, but we'll find it out together

The white dragon flew for some time, raining fire whenever he could, with Vrael using his magic to kill the demons.

But there was one thing that both Umaroth and Vrael could not ignore. The demons are winning. They saw more demons and the fields than riders and men. This information angered Vrael, how dare these disgusting creatures to come and destroy the peace, that Vrael worked so hard on making. With the anger that Vrael had gotten, he used it to further his determination to destroy the demons, and this scared Umaroth so he reminded Vrael:

We are peacekeepers of this land Vrael, do not ever forget that

Of course Umaroth

Umaroth landed at the frontlines, where the was most gruesome, with blood and dead bodies everywhere. Vrael ran forward, drawing his rider sword, Islinger, the mighty sword of the first dragon rider, Eragon, and slaying demons left and right, ducking, parrying all the things he was taught and teached by and to Riders.

He threw his sword taking down multiple demons in a row, then did a roundhouse kick unto one, deflected one sword and took the sword from the demon and killed it with the sword, then ran and stabbed one demon and left the sword, the did a jump unto demons, running on top of their heads which took them out back to his rider sword.

He did multiple variations of the many fighting poses and stances and attacks that he had learned and made and perfected. Doing this drew a lot of attention to himself, the leader of the entire demon clan, the Demon King. The dark king was wearing obsidian black armor. Vrael saw the King coming from afar, he was walking, very calmly even though he was in the middle of an epic battle between the dragon riders versus the demons. With the Demon King, Vrael saw above the battle was an obsidian black dragon over the battle, raining fire below.

Those fireballs that took out the front wall, there wasn't a siege weapon, it was dragon all along

What, that is not possible, no dragon would ever side with the demons, never Umaroth said in disbelief while swooping down to the battle to bite a few demons and burn ablaze demons on the way

Either the dragon did it willingly or was forced Vrael said impaling a demon with his white sword

But what kind of magic could ever do that? Even though Umaroth was very old and one of the wisest dragons in Alagesia. ( I think I might have spelled that wrong but you get the gist of it) Many types of magic were unbeknownst to both him and Vrael.

Dark magic. Vrael said, breaking one demon's arm over his shoulders while kicking one in the stomach

There was still the urgent matter of the Demon King coming to fight Vrael, knocking down many riders and many men along the way.

When there was none between the two of them now, with all fighting on the sides, they both stood still with their swords in hand. In Vrael's hand, the white sword Islingr, meaning light-bringer. In the other king's handheld a stark white blade, it reminded Vrael of a sun-bleached bone, very much like his dragon in the way of it being frightening. Vrael did not know the name of that blade, but could faintly make out the letters in the ancient language spelling Vrangr, meaning awry.

The Demon King chuckled, " Tell me oh might Vrael, do you why us demons did this gruesome battle against you rider scum,"

" This battle is not necessary, we have made a treaty, what need is this battle for you," Vrael said back, with confusion in his words.
" Need," The Demon King chuckled even more, whose laughter chilled Vrael to his bones, " Our need for this battle, which will undoubtedly lead to a massive war between us demons and the races of Alagesia. My friend the need for this battle is revenge, " The demon said the last with much evil and with such wickedness that Vrael has never heard before.

" Revenge?"

" You people of this land put us, demons in a small part of your great country. The land we have is minuscule, disgusting, full of people and other shit, all because of you," The Demon King, spat on the ground, which Vrael took as a major insult to him and his people, with the Demon grinning with his dark face and his dark black hair, laced with gray, flowing around his head onto his shoulders, with his arms crossed, with the Demons' cloak surrounding his body.

Ohhh how Vrael wanted to punch the demon's face and watch him bleed.

" I'm guessing you want to kill me now," The Demon King said to Vrael, with his head tilted with his hair covering one eye. " Well then come at me," The King unsheathed his stark white sword, out and held it with one hand.

Vrael you must stop, he is making you do this, do not listen to him, Vrael- Vrael cut off his connection with the dragon until a small sliver of the connection remained. Vrael unsheathed Islingr and held it with both of his hands. The demon across Vrael, twisted his head, making it crack.

" Let the games begin,"

Both the Demon King and the Dragon King charged at each other, with murderous intent for each other with their blades held above their heads with their dragons fighting high in the sky.


The fight between both kings had lasted hours. They were equals. It hurt Vrael to admit, that someone like this disgusting creature could ever be equal to his mightiness but it was the truth.

Each time their blades and hit, it made a loud bang, and in some cases a screeching noise.

Both the soldiers of the respective kings have still been fighting, but the numbers of their armies have been dwindling until only hundreds of the soldiers remained. ( Keep in mind, that both armies started with thousands of soldiers). Beads of sweat were flowing down both king's head, with their form of attack getting sloppy as well. Vrael saw an opening on the Demon King's head and punched the demon as hard as he could. With Vrael's punch, bits and pieces of his armor came off, with Vrael being able to see the demon's head and mouth. His eyes shone a dark frightful red, with his skin being very pale much like his sword. The King of the Demons removed his helmet, which Vrael recognized immediately.

" You've been wondering who I have been this entire time, well I am Galbatorix, former rider,"

Galbatorix, that explains why he has a dragon

" But why Galbatorix, why," Vrael let down his guard for a few seconds, in his confusion. Galbatorix took advantage of Vrael's mistake.

The Demon King impaled Vrael with his dark sword.

Blood spurted out as the demon moved his sword deeper in Vrael's body, eventually putting the sword through the Dragon King's entire body.

VRAEL Umaroth shouted, with a mighty roar, and flew as fast as his giant body could, but the Demon King's dragon would not let that happen. The obsidian dragon blocked Umaroth and clung to him like slime to an object.

Vrael groaned, with blood flowing from his mouth. Galbatorix leaned into Vrael's ear, and whispered:

" Dead, and with you gone, your riders are dead, and Alagesia is done too," Galbatorix chuckled.

He pushed Vrael off of his sword and Vrael fell on the field. With blood flowing freely out of his large wound.

Vrael whispered " Waíse néiat," in the ancient language. (You guys should know this spell)

Galbatorix shouted," What have you done to me, you scum, what have you done to-," The King of Demons fell on his knees, and soon fell on the ground, and so did his black dragon, falling to the ground. The Demon Army saw this and immediately retreated.

With the demons in full retreat, the surviving Army of the Dragons yelled and screamed in joy, and Umaroth was rushing to his Rider's side and landed very quickly and sloppy. He ran up to Vrael.

The dying king said " I am dead my dragon, do not be dead,"

Umaroth pressed his head against Vrael's weak head, and suddenly there was an explosion of light.
Vrael looked down, and to his surprise, his wound was fully healed and he did not feel weak.

You never fail to surprise me Umaroth

Nevermind me, how could you ever say, you are dead, you scared me to death, foolish man

I am sorry my dragon friend, this shall never happen again, I swear on it,

Good Umaroth said in confidence.

Vrael heard footsteps coming and grabbed Islingr and readied himself for another potential fight. But it turns out, it was just Brom equipped with blue armor, and his blue rider sword.

" My lord, are you alright, I saw a giant beam of light here and I came to check it out," Brom said, with concern.

" I am quite alright my old friend, but I will need to head to the demons for negotiations, and I want you to be there with me," Vrael said.

" Vrael, how could you think of negotiating with those foul creatures, they attacked us," Brom said.

And almost killed you Umaroth added.

I would have been fine

No, you wouldn't Vrael

"And," Brom said continuing his rant " Destroyed our land,"

" Brom, just trust me on this matter, " Vrael pleaded.

" Fine, but if we die, it is your fault," Brom said, with a light chuckle at the end.

" It always is," Vrael said. The two laughed with each other.

" I'll go get our supplies for the journey," Brom said, leaving Vrael and Umaroth alone.

We may have won this battle, but I fear that there will be many soon Umaroth

I fear the same my dear rider, but there is nothing we can do but fight

Whatever you say my dear dragon

Vrael mounted his dragon and together, they both flew back to the castle


" And that is the story of that battle, of course after I left with him to go to the demon's land, he stopped by here, and we were supposed to meet at Nadindel but I never saw your father there, and so I came back here to talk to King Evandar about our next move," Brom said, finishing his story.

Both Eragon and his blue dragon on his shoulders stared at Brom in awe.

" What happened to the demons after the battle?" Eragon questioned to Brom. His dragon nodded in agreement.

" Well, we don't know, I believe they went back to their land for that is why I and Vrael were heading there in the first place,"

" Oh"

" I know this is a lot of information to take in, so I recommend that you get some sleep now my king," Brom said turning away from Eragon and talking to Evandar.

Eragon walked away and exited the elven palace to go back to his treehouse. But there was one thing that made Eragon wonder

Why did Brom call me his king Eragon wondered

Because now that your father is nowhere to be found, you were the only heir he had, so now you are the king of the dragons said an unknown voice.

Who said that Eragon said in alarm

I did Eragon looked around, not there, foolish man I am on your shoulder

You can talk Eragon said in surprise, looking at his dragon on his shoulders.

Yes I can, well I suppose now that I can speak with my mind I will be growing quite much now

I need to sleep

We both do my rider

Eragon chuckled and his dragon chuckled, but not like a normal chuckle it was like a stony chuckle.

Together, they both went back to their treehouse, for some much-needed sleep.


A.N. Author's Note

That was a lot. I made this long for one reviewer said to stretch out the story, and I hope I did that.
This is by far, the longest chapter I have ever made on this story, or in any of my stories.

Well, I am still looking for a beta reader, so pls PM if interested, also thank you for your patience, I know it takes a long time for me to update.

Well anyway, byeeee