A/N: I think I've waited long enough. This is another thoughts of the moment. Eragon after the burning plains. Here goes.
WHY ME?
Early in the morning, before the sun rose, Eragon walked over the remains of the battle. He saw the carnage around him, and he thought, I caused this. It was because of him that this battle had taken place. So much had happened to him since he had found Saphiras egg, most of it bad. From the loss of Garrow and the farm, to leaving Carvahall. From the carnage at Yazuac, to Brom's death. Durza slicing his back open and Ajihad dieing. And to top it all of, Murtagh had disappeared and then reappeared as a traitor. And he had found out that he was the son of Morzan. Why me? Thought Eragon. He sat down and scratched at the earth. He looked at what he had carved and saw that it spelt out why me. A fake smile crossed his face. Déjà vu.
Though his scar was gone, he still felt pain. It was the pain of loss, and the pain of learning a truth that you wish was not so. It was the pain of leaving something behind. They battle was over on the plains, but the battle was just beginning inside him. Everything was going wrong. Everything! He just wanted it to end. He wanted it to stop. Why couldn't he just let it all go? Why couldn't he drop the load? Why me? He thought again.
He got up and kicked at a destroyed catapult. Pain shot up his leg as his toe made contact with the hard wood. He kept walking, and soon Saphira joined him. They then walked together. They came across one of the Empire's soldiers that they had killed together. He had a look of terror on his face, and his limbs had been ripped from their place. Eragon let lose an anguished cry and fell to his knees. Saphira padded closer and nudged him with the tip of her snout. We cannot change this Eragon. It was a battle and this is what happens in battles. Take heart. Be glad it was not you. Remember that it is not your fault. Came her voice in his mind.
"It is not your fault Eragon," came Arya's voice from behind him. He looked around and there she stood, with Orik and Nasuada with her.
"Remember that you always have your friends," said Nasuada. "You can always count on us."
"Aye, lad," Orik concluded. They joined him next to Saphira, and together they watched the sunrise.
"Thank you," said Eragon as the pink light spread across the horizon.
"Anytime," said Arya with a slight smile. Eragon smiled back, and he realized what he had known, but had never really let sink in. These were his friends, and they would follow him to the ends of the earth.
A/N: Well, there you have it. Review. Please. I feed of reviews, so if don't give me reviews I die. Anyways, don't forget to vote.
Eragon before the battle of farthen dur.
Eragon after the battle of farthen dur.
Murtagh before the battle of farthen dur.
Murtagh after the battle of farthen dur.
Murtagh before the battle of the burning plains.
Eragon before the battle of the burning plains.
Eragon after Broms death
H) Arya after getting the yawe tattoo.