A/N: Last chapter. I wrote this chapter because I thought it might be good if we got to delve a bit more into Trianna's motivations and what she thinks about the other characters/her failures. It was quite difficult to write (hence the slight delay in updating) – I don't think I'm that great at writing the mind-set of a villain but I gave it my best shot. I would really love to know what you all think so please review. Hope you enjoy it!

* * * Trianna's POV * * *

It was all going wrong.

Eragon wasn't meant to find me. Things had steadily been deteriorating since Norma was stupid enough to get herself killed.

First it was her death at the hands of Eragon and Arya. Then their brat children scuppered my plans with the war machines. I couldn't even take Urû'baen like I'd wanted. After that, Murtagh had been spying on us so we'd been forced to kidnap him. I hated changing my plans, but Eragon knew too much about my plans because of his dear, old brother.

All I wanted was to resume to old rule. The regulations Nasuada had placed on magicians were so demeaning. Du Vrangr Gata no longer even existed. All my power was gone and all because that whelp, Eragon, killed Galbatorix.

It was only fair that Nasuada be dethroned.

I was seething as I tried desperately to think of some other way to stop Eragon from keeping Nasuada in power. The only thing that I'd been able to think to do was take the leaders out of the picture; after all if you cut off the head of a snake, the body dies.

So Islanzadi, Orik and Nasuada were all brought into my camp. I enjoyed gloating about how successful a spy I was for Galbatorix. The look of revulsion on the high-and-mighty elf's face was amusing too.

But I still had a dilemma. Though I had bought myself some time, Eragon and Arya were bound to be able to lead their men, so I had to get rid of them too.

As luck would have it, my salvation came to me. Arya, though her mutt of a dragon did present a problem. After she was knocked out, the true work began.

I smiled at the memory of Galbatorix teaching me the arts, the tricks to credible illusions. It was simple really, but the expenditure of energy was simply too much if one didn't take some from the area around them. I linked myself with the crusted roots of grass that shot from the sand in the place we had stopped.

But Eragon arrived too early. Gnashing my teeth slightly, I increased the speed of my speech and incredibly finished. Though, as the grass withered and died, I felt light-headed when I stood, bringing Eragon's brattish children with me.

I needed them too, to complete the plan. My hand shook as I held the knife to the girl's throat and back up, my left hand like a claw around their son's wrist.

Once we were out of sight, I removed the dagger and inserted it back into the belt at my waist. But my success was not to be.

He'd been causing me trouble ever since I'd ordered his kidnap, and Brom didn't stop. He stomped and kicked and struggled all the way, often catching my shins with his feet.

"You insolent child!"

I returned the dagger to the girl's neck and continued dragging them along with me, aware of my need to get as far away as possible.

I could hear the whistles of the wind that signified the two dragons were following me. Resiliently, I carried on, occasionally shouting at the children for delaying me.

The final part of the plan fell into place. Words flew from my mouth, and in a flash of grey light, the two children disappeared and I felt the life being sucked out of me. Devoid of energy I crumpled to the ground, having miscalculated how much energy the transportation spell would require. I'd neglected to search the environment for plant life, though it is unlikely there was any anyway. And I'd paid the price.

I would never rise to power and revert back to the visionary rule Galbatorix had implemented.

I wouldn't get satisfaction from punishing Nasuada for imposing restrictions on magic use.

And I wouldn't live to marry or have children. The idea had never appealed to me particularly, but I thought that one day, perhaps, it might. It was why I had abstained from killing the children. An act too cruel to really consider.

Still, I died with the knowledge in my heart that Arya, the despicable elf, would believe for eternity (unless she killed herself first) that her children had died by my hand.

A/N: So, how did I do?

Thank you so, so much for sticking with this story till the very end. Even bigger thanks go out to those of you who have reviewed. You are all amazing and it has been a joy writing for you and reading some of those responses.

There's really not much else to say, except THE END!