Arya smiled and watched from Fírnen's back as Eragon and Saphira left Ellesméra.
''Guliä waíse medh ono un sé ono waíse ilia, Eragon-elda.'' she said.
What should we do now, Arya? Fírnen asked.
Arya smiled again. ''Let's go back to the Crags.'' she said. Fírnen turned around in the air and headed north of west.
Arya watched the trees of Du Weldenvarden pass by as they flew. She thought about Eragon, how much he had learned and grown in the past few years, the promise he had made to bring back the dragons and the Dragon Riders.
After a couple hours, Arya could see the Crags of Tel'naer over the trees.
She felt a jolt as Fírnen began to descend.
Strangely, she felt a strange vibration in the air for a half-second, as if there was an invisible barrier.
Fírnen's wings suddenly locked, and they began to freefall.
''What's going on?'' she yelled over the wind around them, her voice both physical and mental.
I don't know! I can't move anything! Fírnen replied in the same panicked voice.
''Letta!'' Arya yelled. She quickly realized that the spell was useless, so she cancelled it to conserve energy. She looked over Fírnen's shoulder at the ground, calculating how long she had to formulate a plan. A couple seconds, maximum.
She was alarmed to sense something clouding her mind, and a shadow began to cover her vision.
Arya, can you see? Fírnen asked.
No! Can you? I can't think straight! she thought back.
None of my senses are functioning! Something stripped us of our
wards! Fírnen replied. The news alarmed Arya. Without their wards, they were unlikely to survive the fall.
Just before they hit the ground, she heard a cold voice in her head, speaking in the ancient language.
''I told you I was unstoppable. Now, I can have my revenge.''
Her last thought before hitting the ground was one of horror.