The True Death of Galbatorix

by The Dragon Nidhogg

The evil king was destroyed when he converted his body into pure energy. But the human and rider named Galbatorix died over 100 years before that. He died the day his dragon died in his arms deep in the Spine. Read of the true demise of a boy named Galbatorix and of his dragon, Jarnunvösk. I wish I could select Jarnunvösk but he is not on the character list. My first story, review.

3. Chapter 2

He woke to a scream. Galbatorix jumped to his feet, already having drawn his sword. He turned and saw the bloodstained body of one of his fellow Riders.

'Urgals,' he thought.

The horned savages had surrounded the camp. His other companion was already cutting them down. Galbatorix joined the fray, sword in hand. The two sets of dragons and Riders fought hard, rage for their fallen comrade fueling them. Galbatorix turn to his friend only to see an Urgal stab his in the back.

"Brisingr," he shouted. The Urgal that had felled his friend erupted into flames.

It was only him and Jarnunvösk now. Of the fifty Urgals that had assaulted their camp only four remained. Galbatorix stood and watched the murderers flee. Behind him a single archer took aim and fired.

The sound of an arrow piercing flesh echoed through the night. Pure pain rushed through Galbatorix. He turned and saw an arrow piercing straight through Jarnunvösk's heart. The dragon laid there, dead to the world. The archer was mere ashes. Thus Galbatorix was alone in the night. His partner of mind and soul laid before him dead. He felt a part of his very being die and pain wracked both his mind and body. In that moment, in the dead of night, on a frozen lake with bodies of three Dragons and two Riders, Galbatorix truly died. The innocent, adventurous boy was no more. In his place was a vengeful spirit. A monster that sought to lash out at all those who had caused him pain. That is how King Galbatorix, the destroyer of the First Order of Dragon Riders was born. That is how an era met its end. But above all that is where a dragon died to save his rider.

Galbatorix used magic to dig three graves. He buried the two riders with their dragons. Simple headstones, inscribed with their names. For Jarnunvösk he built a small statue of a dragon in flight.

Upon the Stone he inscribe a final message in both the Ancient Language and the Tongue of Man:

Here Lies Jarnunvösk

A Great Dragon and Friend

He was my light in a world of darkness

Without him, I am lost

I shall journey onward

But never will I forget you

May the wind and the sun always be at your back

Rest in Peace

And with that Galbatorix turned from the grave and walked into the dark embrace of the forest. Madness gleaming in his eyes. He would survive and he would reap his vengeance.

If Galbatorix had looked back he would have seen a single drop of water falling from the eye of the statue. Crying for the tragedy of that night and the future.