New Dawn
It was quiet on the Burning Plains. The rising sun cast long shadows on still burning corpse pile of Empire soldiers. Soldiers still bustled around like ants swarming an anthill. Through it all two figures stood a hill overlooking the camp, silhouetted by the sun.
Nasuada heaved a sigh and looked towards her companion. "Do you think this is worth it Eragon? Is this campaign truly worth all of the lives it will take, the families it will destroy, husbands from wives, fathers from sons? Is it worth it?" She looked Eragon in the eyes, desperation slipping through the cracks in a usually ironclad façade.
Eragon ran a hand through his thick brown hair, deep brown eyes looking to the sun. "I do not have the answers to your questions Lady Nasuada. I wish I did, but I do not. All I have are my own justifications those are debatable at best." Eragon turned to face the dusky skinned woman. "It has to be My Lady. All we have sacrificed already, all the pain the King has caused, the atrocities he was committed. Our entire army could not inflict the same amount of pain upon Alagaesia that the king has since he took the throne if we tried. We all spoke of how difficult journey would be, but I don't think anyone truly understood it. I certainly didn't."
Nasuada smiled lightly. "I can certainly agree to that. I thought I knew grief and pain when I lost my father but what I suffered seems rather trivial when walking the through the camp. Men who will never walk again, never hold their sons or wives." Nasuada's face set back into a grim line. "It almost seems like the he got off easily."
Eragon placed a comforting hand onto her shoulder. "Fear not My Lady; it always seems darkest just before the dawn…" He turned towards the orange sun, slowly lighting up the men below, with Nasuada following his gaze. "Then the new sun rises."