Okay, first off, as you will notice, Draken is a very wise dragon…only because of how much Eragon had shown him during their times together. Also, because so many wanted it, I have explained how Galbatorix was killed. It isn't fully detailed, but it is in there. Enjoy.

Chapter 32: Death of a Tyrant

How is he…talking…like a human? Saphira asked, staring wide-eyed at her son.

"What is wrong?" Draken asked his mother, tilting his head. "Is everything well?"

This must be the work of the spell, Eragon said to Saphira. I knew something like this was bound to happen.

We do not know if this is a bad thing though, Saphira shot back cheerfully. Perhaps this will make things more…interesting?

"Mother?" Draken asked, jumping off of the bed. "Why are you looking at me so?"

Son, Saphira sighed. You are talking with your mouth instead of your mind like many of our kind have done before. We are merely concerned.

"Why?" Draken asked curiously. "I am well, am I not?"

Yes you are, Eragon said, reaching down to nuzzle him with his snout. That is all that matters. We will be able to put aside this minor difference. Can you speak with your mind?

"I will try," Draken replied in a childlike voice. Like this? His voice rang through his parents' heads and they snorted with satisfaction.

Exactly, child, Saphira muttered hopefully.

"I prefer to speak like this," Draken snapped, swishing his tail in a confident manner. "It is far easier."

Very well, Eragon sighed. Do as you feel comfortable.

"Thank you, father," Draken said, lowering his head humbly. Draken looked around the room and turned back around to his family. "Now that I can speak, I have so many questions."

We are here to answer them, young one, Saphira replied. Draken brushed himself on her forearm.

"Where are we?"

"Ellesmera," Eragon answered. "It is the safest place one can be." Draken bobbed his head and turned away to examine the tunics that he was playing in earlier.

"What are they?"

Those, Saphira replied, are our clothes that we wear when we are in human form.

"But they are so…itchy," Draken said, flapping his wings against his side. "Are they comfortable to you?"

Sometimes, Eragon answered. It is better than being naked. Saphira chuckled at her lover's statement, but Draken growled.

"There is so much to learn here," he said, glancing around the room. "What is this?" Draken asked for his parents to explain everything in the room from the smallest mirror to the largest scroll in the study. Both Saphira and Eragon did not mind such a bombardment of questions.

"I have one more question," Draken said, jumping back up onto the mattress. "How did The Scarred One receive his wound?"

Scarred one? Eragon asked, turning to Saphira. Thorn?

"Yes, father," Draken answered. "What had happened to him?"

He was wounded, Saphira replied. He and your Uncle Murtagh were ambushed in the forest.

"By who?" Draken asked. Eragon nudged Saphira.

Should we tell him? He asked her mentally so Draken could not comprehend it.

I feel he should know, Saphira shot back softly. She then turned to face her son. Draken, there is a very bad man who is after you…?

"What did I do, Mother?" Draken asked intently, moving down to lie on his paws. Saphira shook her head.

It is what we did, she replied. Draken, you are the first wild dragon in almost two centuries. You see, your father is both my rider and my mate...?

"What is a rider?" Draken interrupted, flicking his tail to and fro on the bed.

The protector of this land, Eragon chimed in. We use our powers to battle against evil in this region.

"What power is it that you possess?" Draken continued to ask.

Magic, Saphira replied. All dragons have that power, but it doubles when they are destined to gain a rider. This bad man used to be a dragon rider, but he made a very poor choice and killed his dragon. Now, he plans to take you from us and force you to ride and fight for him.

"That is not fair!" Draken raised his voice. "How could he kill our kind? Do not let him take me, father!"

We never will, Eragon promised. But you need to be wise as well, little one. He is a noble adversary and is a great threat to this family. The rule of the riders is this: A dragon will lay his or her life down for their riders, but if their rider is killed…then they die as well. Your mother and I have another pact formed to where if one dies, the other will follow.

"What?" Draken asked. "If mother dies, then you will too?"

I am sorry son, Eragon said, lowering his head. I made the vow before you were laid. If anything does happen to us, you are to stay with your uncle and Thorn, do you understand?

"Yes father," Draken replied sadly, whimpering. "Do not leave me."

We never plan to, love, Saphira stepped in. We want to be a complete family together and in order to do so we all must stay together.

Agreed love, Eragon chimed in. He turned to Draken. You are our child and we love you dearly. Know that we do not wish to abandon you…ever!

"I am aware father," Draken said, lifting up his head. "You have shown me that ever since I have hatched."

You are very wise little Draken, Saphira murmured. You know much for your age.

"Father taught me many words," Draken said. "I kept them all in memory."

You are an outstanding father, Saphira told Eragon, who growled pleasingly.

And you are an incredible mother, Eragon shot back with a slight chuckle. He turned to face Draken again. Do you remember our conversation about direction?

"Of course, father," Draken replied. "The sun is setting now and we are facing it, so that means that we are facing eastward, correct?"

That is my boy! Eragon whooped (A/N: Cheered). Directions are very…?

"Important," Draken finished.

Exactly, son, Eragon replied kindly. Tomorrow is a big day for all of us, what do you suppose that we do until then?

"Can you tell me a story?" Draken asked, lifting his head up from his small paws. "One of your many journeys together?"

I will tell you how we ended tyranny in the kingdom, Eragon said. Saphira nodded in approval.

"Tyranny?" Draken asked. "What is that?"

False ruling dear, Saphira replied, where one has complete and total control of everything. She nudged Eragon. Continue love.

Very well, Eragon sighed. It was during the largest battle in all of Alegeasia. Every elf, dwarf, and human were involved in the conflict. Saphira and me were flying overhead to oversee the battle below.

"Then what happened, father?" Draken asked, moving up to his paws.

We spotted the wretched king, Galbatorix further down the field, Saphira butted in. We watched helplessly as he cut down so many good men with his powerful spells.

"Was he a rider?" Draken asked.

Yes and no, Eragon said. His true dragon was killed when he was younger, so he stole another rider's dragon and forced it to ride for him.
"He was a bad man, was he not?"

Yes, Saphira answered. We flew in quickly and I knocked into his dragon to toss him off of his saddle.

"Saddle?" Draken asked curiously. "So many strange terms. Please continue?"

Eragon was astride me, Saphira explained further. He jumped off after I toppled the other rider and locked blades with him while I leapt to the sky to fight Shruikan.

"His dragon?"

Yes, Eragon answered. He was solid black, and similar to me. Anyways, me and Galbatorix parried blow after blow until he tripped over the body of an Empire soldier and tossed his sword to far away from his reach.

"Did you smite that awful man?" Draken asked. Eragon shook his large head.

I was about to bring my sword down through his heart, but he grabbed a pike and hoisted it up to where it impaled me in my shoulder.

"What did you do?" Draken asked wide-eyed. Eragon snorted.

I thrust my blade and took his life, Eragon finished the story. Because Shruikan was not his original dragon, he still lived…?

But I put an end to that, Saphira interrupted, snapping her jaws to add to the effect. With the death of the tyrant, came the new life of freedom.

"My mother and father are warriors?" Draken asked, cocking his head. "But you killed our own kind? How could you do such a thing mother?"

Evil had corrupted him, young one, Saphira replied gently. In time, you will understand. Draken shook his head and growled.

It is getting late and I am hungry, Eragon mentioned. Would you like supper, youngling?

"It would be nice," Draken said politely.

Very well then, Saphira said. I will go and fetch our meals. Father will stay with you until I return.

"Okay mother," Draken replied. "Please hurry back. I still have so many questions!"

I am still here, little one, Eragon pointed out. Any questions you have…I have the answer.

"Why am I different than you and mother?"

Okay, chapter 32.

PEACE