Fall of the Empire

Revelations..

Murtagh screamed in agony as the blue-white lightning hit him. Of course it wasn't enough to kill him, but just enough to satisfy the Mad King's bloodlust, if only for a few days. The bolts hit him again, and Murtagh screamed even more.

"Now, Murtagh, something to wrap up our meeting. A small history lession, shall we?"

"Yes... Sire..." Murtagh muttered with some barely concealed contempt.

"Well, now, let me tell you the story of how I became King of Alagaesia. First off, I was born to a inn owner named Vercingetorix, and his wife, Imelda, in the City of Carvahall. Not as you know it, the small village. No, Carvahall used to be an elf city called Kazaer. Huge, almost as big as Urubaen. I was christened Galbatorix at birth, which means Big King, a fitting name of someone of my station. However, when I became ten, I was tested for my skills as a rider. And guess what happened. I crushed every little test they threw at me. I was sent to Ellesmera, where I was bonded with a green dragon named Vindr. He was as fast as the wind, and as strong as a mountain. I was then apprenticed to Vrael. Now, everyone has spread legends about how great the riders were, and how they wanted to protect everything. That's not true. They drove many races to extinction, including the Dwarves and the Wyrm Dragons-"

"If I may interrupt, what are the Wyrm Dragons?"

"Flightless Dragons, almost lizard like animals. Now, there was another girl apprenticed to Vrael, and her name was Maylin. She and I fell in love, but she was killed in a battle with the Wyrm Dragons. Then, I ran away to the north, where Vrael came and killed Vindr. The Urgals did nothing. I went insane, and I was found at Carvahall by none other than my good friend Brom. Then, with Morzan, another friend, I found a dragon egg, a black one, and it hatched for me. A wild dragon, but it bonded to me. "

"Shruikan," breathed Murtagh

"Yes, and I gathered more followers to make the forsworn. Brom still believed that the riders were right in what they did. And I killed his dragon at Vroengard, and I flew to Kazaer, burned it to the ground, then killed Vrael in this very castle, in this very room. Not only that, your scar is another lie spread by Brom. You recieved from Brom, who cut your back open by throwing his sword at you, and you thought it was your father."

"But... I have heard that Brom might have been Eragon's father. Is this true?"

"No. I felt Eragon being concieved in the castle."

"And you killed the riders because you thought they were corrupted."

"Yes. They hated humans. Have you ever wondered why my ears are still rounded?"

"Yes."

"It is because I didn't want it to happen. Elves murdered my parents. And I'll kill each and every one of them."

Murtagh could only ponder this revelation.

OH, by the way, this entire dialouge took place in the Ancient Language.

Peace, Penlost.