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Note: Song: "Anthem Of Our Dying Day" by Story Of The Year.

Drowning In Sorrow

The stars will cry
The blackest tears tonight
And this is the moment that I live for
I can smell the ocean air
And here I am
Pouring my heart onto these rooftops
Just a ghost to the world
That's exactly
Exactly what I need

From up here the city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day

His grave stood ten feet tall soaring above all others as he once did. One of the many to die that bittersweet day. A tombstone made of the finest marble the dwarves could find for someone so selfless, the savior of Alagaesia. People from all over Alagaesia came to mourn the fallen rider. The elves stood in silent grief, a small flicker of emotion visible, while all other races wept for their dead hero. She stood next to her mother and let her first tear slip, a gasp could be heard from her mother for never before had she cried. Not even as her father lie dying. But his death was burned into her memory, repeating over and over, the final battle of Eragon the last Dragon Rider.

For a second I wish the tide
Would swallow every inch of this city
As you gasp for air tonight
I'd scream this song right in your face
If you were here
I swear I won't miss a beat
Cause I never
Never have before

From up here the city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day

Of our dying dayOf our dying day
Of our dying!

The Varden were cheering as the final blow was delivered and Galbatorix fell. He stood victorious head held high as he walked away from the corpse of a tyrant. Only to fall victim from an ally arrow. She caught him as he fell, his blood soaking her hands.

"Arya," he said as the blood flooded from his chest " it is as it was foreseen. Do not attempt to heal me."

"Eragon. Don't say that. Please let me heal you."

"No. I shall go now to join my fore fathers." He was trembling and pale as she rocked him back and forth faintly aware of those running towards them.

"Eragon I love you. I was scared so I pushed you away. Let me heal you and... and we can be together."

"I love you." his last words were as he slipped into the afterlife in the arms of his one and only love.

For a second I wish the tide
Would swallow every inch of this city
And you gasp for air tonight!

They had all left now. Retreating into the indoors to finish their mourning as she stood in front of the tombstone. A heavy rain began to fall washing away her tears. Long hours she spent grieving over what world have been. Now she was just a shell unable to feel anything but sadness since he died.

His name written in gems twinkled in the lights. Light that he would never see again. In her heart she knew she could not, would not live without him. Letting out one last scream of sorrow that shook all of Du Weldenvarden she joined him as her body fell. Her wound could now be seen as her dagger protruded from her broken heart. A prophecy fulfilled as two lovers from different paths were joined forever. Arya Svit-kona, princess of Ellesmera and Eragon Shadeslayer united forever in death.

From up here the city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day
From up here the city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day
From up here the city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire
And I'm here to sing this anthem

Of our dying day
Our dying day
Of our dying!