Song Fic: Lights and Sounds Chapter 1: Song Fict: Lights and Sounds, an inheritance cycle fanfic

Hello, you, how was the rest?
You made it through, but nevertheless
I got you out on a wire.
You be love and I'll be a liar.

Eragon walked in a haze around the battle field; acrid fumes filled his nostrils, blood tainted his senses, and chaos reigned through out the area. Terror and confusion manifested itself with in the mind of men, cries for help mixed with the pleas of salvation. Would it never cease, he asked himself mentally.

Blood soaked the ground, turning it into a monstrous battle field; tainting it with the evil of mankind. He shook his head in disgust, irritated that he could do nothing for the souls lost, victims to the madness of a king with ill dreams of conquest.

Tell it all and fill up the air,
But make a loud cause nobody's there
And nobody's there
And nobody's there

Nausea filled his stomach; the cost of war is life. He found that he found himself thinking that as his eyes fell upon the mangled bodies of the dead; free from any torment they endured on this earth. His mind was tangled in deep thoughts, torn between his heart and duty.

He refused to tell Arya that he truly loved her; Eragon even tried to lie to himself, but it was naught. He feared that she would either love him or reject him for his youth. She was, after Saphira, the only thing that brightened his day; the Rider couldn't explain it.

Stop, turn, take a look around
At all the lights and sounds.
Let them bring you in.
Slow burn, let it all fade out,
Pull the curtain down.
I wonder where you've been?

After the final battle, the Varden was working endlessly to clean up the mess; three days after the fight at Urû'baen. All hell had broken lose on that day, and now it was all over; peace would be returned to Alagaësia. Eragon was lost in it all; he didn't know what to do. Eragon was lost in a world of politics now. Even though the battle field still wasn't cleared, there were people hard at work to find a new king to rule the Empire.

Make it new, but stay in the lines.
Just let go, but keep it inside.
Smile big for everyone,
Even when you know what they've done.
They gave you the end but not where to start;
Not how to build, how to tear it apart.

There would be a new king, a new rule, but this time it would be a king who would be kind, fierce, and wise. A person who would not live for iternity with out dying, nor someone with evil intent. The Rider's would be restored, elves, dwarves, human's, and urgels would live with each other in harmony.

A group of soldiers passed by, greeting him according to his titles; he put a smile on, while inside he was drowning in chaos of his own. From the beginning he was told only what he needed to do to accomplish peace, how to put an end to the mad king's reign; now Eragon was lost.

He was trained to fight, not rebuild an Empire! Eragon was furious with himself, he had accomplished something near impossible, hailed as a hero, yet he was alone in the world with Saphira.

So tell it all and fill up the air,
But make a loud cause nobody's there
And nobody's there
And nobody's there

No one to love him equally: not a soul to comfort him; no companion to fulfill his love. Loneliness was drowning him; he was happy for all the couples that had resulted in the war: Nasuada and Murtagh, Roran and Katrina. He was the hero, yet he had no one to share it with.