Title: Do You Hear the People Sing?
Disclaimer: Do I look like I could own Eragon? I didn't think so!
Warnings: None.
Date: Friday, August 3
Summary: Eldest, Battle of the Burning Plains. An Archer Before the Battle and After. Set to Do You Hear the People Sing?, from Les Miserables
Notes: People, please do not ask me why I felt compelled to write this. I was randomnly listening to CDs in my Dad's car...and yeah. Also I didn't have the book with me, so small parts could be slightly mixed up. If someone points out names or such, when I get the book I'll fix it. It's also my first song fic. Go me!
Do You hear the people sing?
Singing the Song of Angry Men.
The Plains were eerily silent that morning. The constant worry of the coming battle cast a shadow over the Varden's troops. The stray caw of a vulture, didn't much help.
It is the Music of a People, who will not be slaves again.
Kance stared out over the smoking ground, listening desperately for Galbatorix's men. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, trying to beat for a lifetime before he, inevitably, died.
When the beating of your heart,Battles the beating of the drums,
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!
ROAR!
Kance and the men around him gaped at the magnificent creature.
"Raise you're weapons!"
The men hurried to pull back on their bows. Releasing them, they waited for the shafts to hit their targets.
They didn't, the mammoth beast landed.
Will you join in our crusade?Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the Barricade,
Is there a world you long to see?
Eragon Shadeslayer stood before them, an arrow in his hand. The Archers looked horrified. They had attacked the army's only hope.
Then join in the fight,That will give you the Right to be free!
But the elfish man smiled slightly as the archers lined up in front of him. He wasn't angry?
He paced in front of them, scrutinizing them as he passed. Kance felt a light tickle in his mind.
Shadeslayer stopped at the end of the line. He handed the arrow he was holding to Bane. Bane was stunned as he took the marked arrow from Shurtagal's hand.
Do You hear the people sing?
Singing the Song of Angry Men.
It is the Music of a People, who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart, Battles the beating of the drums,There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!
He spoke to them, encouraging their reactions, to follow their natural instincts.
Will you give all you can give,
So that the Banner may advance?
Some will fall and some will live,
Will you stand up and take that chance?The blood of the martyrs,
Will water the meadows of Du Völlar Eldrvarya!
And the battle came.
Do You hear the people sing?
Singing the Song of Angry Men.
It is the Music of a People, who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart, Battles the beating of the drum,
There is a Life about to start when Tomorrow comes!
Kance looked around him. Staring at the men he had come to think of as brothers. They…
They were dieing.
Do you hear the people sing?Lost in the valley of the night,
His wrist was broken, and his skin was burnt painfully. A long scratched was edged down the side of his face and blood matted his hair.
Yet he refused to be treated.
It is the Music of a People,Who are climbing to the Light.
He didn't care about his own pain, as he watched the man writhing on the floor as the skin on his side was sewn together.
He could last in discomfort long enough. He would wait for those who couldn't.
For the Wretched of the EarthThere is a Flame that never Dies!
How the Varden's men won? Kance would never know. How its men fought even in the presence of the blood red dragon?
He would forever be proud of.
For he was one of them.
Even the darkest Night,
We learn that the Sun will rise.
He was worried for the brave Shadeslayer. Eragon Shurtagal did not need a lowly archer fretting for him, but he found that he couldn't forget the friendly smile he had shown his comrades: the wise advice he gave.
They will live again,
In Freedom,
In the Garden of the Lord.
He watched as the members of Du Vrangr Gata healed the injured. He had no intent as to ask for help until he either desperately need it, or the last man waiting only had a sword scratch on his shin.
They will walk behind the ploughshare.
They will put away the sword.
He had lost his bow towards the end of the fight, near when their own reinforcements came. Who the people were? He didn't care, but they had saved the Varden from its demise.
Their Leader, Stronghammer, even killed the traitorous Twins.
The Chain will be Broken,
And all men shall have their reward!
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the Barricade,
Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the People sing?
Can you hear the Distant Drums?
The Varden had won its second battle. But how many more would come?
It is the Future that They bring,
When tomorrow comes.
Will you join in our Crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the Barricade,
Is there a world you long to see?
Vance gasped as his right arm was jostled roughly. He gritted his teeth, imagining the hurts others were suffering. It wasn't as painful.
Do you hear the People sing?Say, do you hear the Distant Drums?
It is the Future that They bring,
When Tomorrow comes!
"Eragon Shadeslayer has returned! Eragon Shadeslayer has survived the battle!"
A Messenger Man rushed into the camp, shouting his news to the people being treated.
Kance gaped at him, but slowly a small smile found its way onto his face…
"When Tomorrow comes…"
