Arya's Wyrda…
Arya Drottingu pulled on her trousers and tunic. The trousers made her look like a human man, but in Elvish culture it was accepted. Women and men were not segregated; all Elves were treated the same. Elvin females were not degraded and made weak like human women, who were forced to wear dresses, and stay at home to knit as they watched their children.
Arya shuddered at the thought. Then her thoughts turned to Eragon, like they usually did. It was true; she fell in love with the human rider. In the beginning, she did not have intimate feelings for him like this; she had only felt in debt to him because he saved her life in Gil'ead. He was a muscular, strong willed, but charming and sensitive human man, and that was all she thought of him as. Though after his changes at the Agaeti Blodhren she thought differently. Eragon became wise, graceful, and more Elf-like than she thought possible. He had come to woo her that night; she remembered it clearly. He was begging for her love, and she had to turn him down rudely. Eragon's destiny was not with her, it was to become the first of the new generation of riders, and defeat Galbatorix. She knew that the last thing Eragon needed was her as a distraction. So she shunned Eragon, and reminded him that they both had responsibilities to attend and honor their liege-lords.
Eragon was never the same after that; he hardly ever smiled, laughed, and was not very social. He studied hard and excelled, just like Arya hoped for. She watched him silently in his lessons. She saw the determination in his eyes, and the fervent intensity of his spell casting, in which she admired.
Arya didn't smile much anymore either, unless she had to for Islanzandi and her court. She preferred to be alone, wishing for Eragon to be with her.
Though whenever Arya heard the birds sing a new pain stabbed at her heart, Faolin, her first love, and her best friend. He stuck with her through the worst times of her life. She and Faolin felt the same when it came to siding with the Varden. Also, how they could not stay inactive in their fantasy Elvin world while the real world crumbled. It was Faolin who saved her countless times from Urgals, and other terrors as they transported Saphira to and from the Varden and the Elves. When she saw Faolin fall to his death from a spell uttered by Durza, she realized that you don't worry so much about yourself dieing in battle, but watching the people closest to you fall into the unknown abyss without you. You will spend months, and years replaying the scene in your head, wondering what you could have done different to save their lives. How Arya could have saved him. When Faolin fell, she saw herself walking through the ages of the world alone. She would never see Faolin sing to the birds, teaching them new songs ever again. She would not hear his wisdom, or be uplifted by his constant cheer. She lost her best friend and partner that day, and it still hurt. She still grieved for Faolin, and it sealed her and Eragon's fate of Rider and her as his protector. Nothing more.
She saw the pain ripple through her body in the mirror as she checked her appearance. She saw the façade of happiness she so desperately clung to falter, as Faolin's name ran across her thoughts again, and again.
If all went according to the Varden and the Elves plans; Eragon would defeat Galbatorix, and Nasuada would most likely become Queen. Eragon would go on missions to clean up the aftermath of Galbatorixs' reign in Alagaesia. The Elves would go back to peace with the world, and the Varden would disband, not being needed anymore. Arya would watch from the sidelines as Eragon made Alagaesia pure and good again. He would become a hero and a king. Maybe he would find himself another immortal that he could love? That lucky girl would replace Arya completely, and Arya would walk through the centuries alone, never to be loved again.