Coup d'état[Elvorn]

[Volcon]

The planet was graced by the glory of those who stood on the edge. Not the edge of glorification and redemption, but those that stood on a different edge. One that wasn’t close to the savior that they wanted, not near the hero they longed for, no it was the insanity that he walked along that brought them together. It too was this insanity that would rip them apart, sending those futile scraps of infidelity into the oblivion from whence they came. There was no stopping the force of a god, and that was what he was, in stature and mind. Mad they say, pah he wasn’t mad, just mistaken.

No, he was perfectly normal it was those he tried to destroy that were the ones that were crazy. Crazy to think that through all their efforts, and all their loss they will still win. It’s that petty help that keeps them going that makes them delusional, and schizophrenic in both mind and body. Their pitiful attempts to take him down are those of someone without sense or regard for personal health. Yes, they were the ones insane, they were the ones needed the comforts of the security of the mind.

It ravished his thoughts as he looked out into the cold burdens of the world outside his windows, the cold sunlight slanting into their cold reaches. It was enough to make the most hardy men shiver, the thoughts that ran through his head. Plans of murder, deceit, destruction. Still, he wasn’t just a man, he was something more, almost divine in his actions and ways of careful contemplation. Becoming in a sense of the word on a different plain then most other people, reaching a more near perfection. It was that perfection that scared them, and they confused that for insanity.

Turning around to look at the mess of a room that he called a study it was piled high with the papers, and books that he vigorously searched. Looking, searching for the answer, that one answer that would fill his deepest desire. Not for money, or immortality, no he had those he wanted something that would never run out, or never decrease in worth. Something that he gained power in every day, and every second. Power, it pulled at his heart, trying to draw him closer and closer towards the answer that he searched for. It was the only thing he searched for.

Slowly his feet trudged against the soft embroidered carpet below his feet, leaving lines amongst the fringed fabric. Wearily his mind pulled on his eyes lids, the dark rings around his eyes making look eternally tired, even after a night of almost restful sleep. Still, in the depths of those cold dark eyes raged the fury that welled deep in his soul, trying to burst forth in the magnificence that flowed from him like some sort of creature from a story. The entirety of his life had been a cataclysmic event that had erupted in the turn of events that had lead to right now. No regrets were his, none at all.

Time itself flowed seamlessly around him, attacking those around him but never touching him as it did. Still he barely looked forty, instead he looked deceivingly youthful in appearance, and if there was any grey in his hair it was barely noticeable. No, time itself was scared to become intertwined in his affairs, and would much rather just avoid him altogether. Still, that brat was still courageous enough to pretend he could ever defeat him. Soon enough he would have to get rid of that little nuisance, but for now it would be no less interesting to let this play out without his interference. Anyway, he was much too busy to deal with such a small uprising.

Business was afoot, ready to be dealt, and right now he would need to get ready for a confrontation in such a matter. In no way would he be seen in this room, it was much too revealing in many ways. There was too many signs, to many things that could catch someone’s attention and then his plan would be almost ruined. Of course there would be no stopping him if his plan went through, but still he would need to keep it on the down low, for it those pesky Varden truly understood what he was working on the would be too afraid to avoid him.

Walking towards the door he needed to get to a place where there would be less secrets to be learned, less interference in general. So, the throne room would be an excellent place to hold this small session, and it would be more then acceptable for his patron, no doubt. Still, he would make sure no one stumble in on their little planning session, unworthy ears would no doubt get the wrong impression by what they heard. At this point secrecy was a vital key in his plan, and almost everything he did was in the confines of secrecy and deceit.

Opening the door quickly he walked out, straitening his back and taking on the persona of a king and not just some vagabond. Standing taller then most men he was already fairly noticeable, but the cold blackness of his eyes and the pointed ears of an elf it was hard to miss him. Also he was furnished in the finest robes a man could be made, and in the skin of a dragon. It would be a bit heavy for a normal human, but his strength was unparallel to any mortal on this earth. Maybe some elves might get close, but they were to timid creatures to openly attack him.

The long hall was filled with the scurry of servants trying to keep the place exactly as he liked it, almost one hundred years in a castle made you pretty aware of what you liked it. As he walked along they all looked at him in the frightful way that a deer might look at a hunter as he lay dying with an arrow through him. No pity from him emanated onto them, they should be afraid. Afraid of what he could do, afraid of what he will do if they provoke him in anyway. Still, he didn’t stop to make them stop goggling like some silly animal, he didn’t feel like speaking right now.

The chamber that held the splendor of his throne and the majesty of the elven work that had made this place. Although they were obnoxious little rodents, the elves did have a way with stone work, and their cities were quite magnificent. In time he would have to find them and force them to make him more, but right now he had enough magicians to do that work. Also, he would need that creature who made swords, because although he had enough for now, he’d need some more later on. If he ever found those beasts it would be wonderful, and then all he would need were the dwarves, whom also had made great feats of wonder while above ground.

Both of the creatures had shown him their disloyalty, and for that their races would suffer greatly, but he did have use for them. There would no doubt be a way to employ them, even if he had to control their every thought and whim they would be his. No one was as adept as he was at finding someone’s true name, and if he had to he would dig for days to piece it together.

The throne room door came into view, and how eloquent they were. So tall and wide they could fit an entire dragon in them, but so graceful and splendorous it would take the most stupid man not to see their craftsmanship. It truly was a place fit of the king of all Alageasia, and more in some places. So, in all it had been a nice move here from the tower of the dragon riders that he had left in shambles. That place disgusted him, it should never be rebuilt, in all his days he had been more appalled by one place. Not to mention that it was created by those who disowned him, and they should never be remembered.

Walking among the pillars that stretched to the ceiling, reaching towards the heights that were seemed immeasurable to the human mind. Their stone surface was smooth to the touch, feeling as if it had been ground down for thousands of years to get the desired effect. The floor was stone with a single strand of red carpet running from the throne, down the raised dais, to the door. Stepping up the steps one at a time he went to stand by the throne. Setting in it would make this too formal, so he would much rather just stand and make it a bit more casual for the man.

All he needed to do now was to wait for him to come, and see if this man would take the proposition. If he did, and he did it good there might be some cash reward waiting for him. If he didn’t live up to what Galbatorix had already set as the standard, the boy might as well not come back. Of course he knew this was their best, the one that was no doubt perfect, and if he was even half as good as he had heard there would be no doubt he would be able to do this perfectly.

Standing next to the throne it paled in comparison to him, and it would be the last thing that someone would look at when he was in the room. At most times it was a work of art, but right now it was simply average, and plain in the room. Barely visible behind his majesty.