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With Glaedr and Oromis

Murtagh started talking again, only this time his voice was fuller and lower and it echoed like he stood in an empty hall. Glaedr felt the scales on his shoulders itch when he regonised the voise of their enemy.

"So you're still alive, Oromis, Glaedr," Galbatorix said. His words sounded smooth like those of an experienced talker and were betrayingly friendly.

"For a long time I have thought that the elves kept a dragon or a Rider hidden from me. It feels good to know I was right."

"Go away, vilely oathbreaker!" Oromis yelled. "You won't gain any satisfaction from us!"

Galbatorix chuckled. "What a cold greeting. Shame on you, Oromis-elda. Have the elves lost their famous courtesy in the last century?"

"You deserve no more coutesy than a mad wolf."

"Now, now, Oromis. Don't forget what you said to me when I stood in front of you and the other Elders: 'Anger is a poison. You must free your mind of it, or it will ruin your better side.' It is a good advise for you as well."

"You can't confuse me with your snake tongue, Galbatorix. You are a monster, and we will free the world of you, even if it costs us our lifes."

"But why would you do that, Oromis? Why do you hate me so much? It is sad to see that you let your hate ruin your wisdom, because once, you were wise Oromis, maybe even the wisest of our order. You were the first to see that madness was eating my soul, and it was you who convinced the Elders to refuse my request for another dragonegg. That was very wise of you, Oromis. Useless but wise. Somehow you escaped Kialandi and Formora, even though they had broken your mind, and hid yourself until all your enemies but one were dead.

That was wise too, elf."

Galbatorix remained silent momentarily, for the effect.

"Further resistence against me is unneccesary. I admit I have done terrible things in my youth, but those times are behind us, and when I think about all the blood that I've spillt, I feel horrible.

But what do you want from me, really? I can't take back what I have done. All I want now is peace in the kingdom, of which I have the honour of 't you see that I have lost my want of revenge? The anger that drove meall those years is gone.

Ask yourself, Oromis: who is responsible for the war that is raging over Alagaësia? Not me. The Varden were the ones that sought out this conflict. I would have been happy with ruling over my people and letting the elves, dwarfes and Surdanes be. But the varden did't give me that choise. They decided to steal Saphira's egg, and they covered the earth with bodies. Not me.

You were very wise once, Oromis, and you can be wise again. Give up your hatred and join me in Ilirea. With you by my side we can end this conflict and begin a new era of peace that will last for a thousand years or more."

Glaedr wasn't convinced. He strengthened the hold of his crushing-piercing-jaws which made Thorn howl. After Galbatorix' talk the pain-noise seemed very loud.

Oromis said in a clear, echoing tone: "No, you can't make us forget your cruelties with a balm of honeysweet lies. Let us go! You don't have the power to hold us here much longer, and I refuse to exchange pleasantries with a traitor like you."

"Ugh, senile fool," Galbatorix said, whose voise now sounded harsh and angry.

"You would've been the first and highest of my slaves. I'll make you regret your devotion to your so called rightfulness. And you're wrong. I can hold you here for as long as I want, because I have become more powerful than a god, and nobody can stop me."

"You won't win. Even the gods dont live forever."

Galbatorix yelled an evil curse. "Your philosophy doesn't bind me, elf! I am the biggest of the magicians, and soon I will be even bigger. Death won't find me. You, however, will die. But first, you will suffer. You will suffer more thanyou can imagine, Oromis, and then I will kill you. After that I will take your heart of hearts, Gleadr, and you'll serve me 'till the end of times."

"Never!" Oromis yelled.

Glaedr heard the sound of metal on metal again, but he was distracted. He saw something fall out of the sky with high speed.

Hold on, is that a person?