Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, just so you all know...

Galbatorix sat at his large, ornate desk, studying battle plans. He was both tired and frustrated. The plans were useless! Absolutely useless! If they were to battle using these, the Empire would collapse in less than a day.

With a contemptuous word, the King burned the parchment away, not caring that his best battle-planners had worked tirelessly on it. One could not do everything outfront, some of it had to be trickery, deceitful...

He had to play the game of deceit, and none knew it better than he, King Galbatorix.

Galbatorix stood up from the table, and started pacing back and forth. His crafty and cunning mind quickly formulated an outline of the next battle. He immediately shared his scheme with his dragon, Shruikan, and the reptile agreed that it was practically foolproof.

Using his mind, Galbatorix called, "Murtagh!"

As the unwilling servant of the king reluctantly answered, the evil Galbatorix smiled. It was a vile show of ambition and revenge.

This time, we will not fail. This time, the world will be mine...

A/N: EXTREMELY short, seemingly pointless (maybe it is XD), but it's just something I wanted to put out...