A/N weird one...but weird to write, and this A/N makes no sense, does it? Just read...
Arya stiffened as she looked at the Rider across the glade. What did he want from her? Only her love, the one thing she was not free to give. Jewels, knowledge, guards, land…anything but that. She wanted to give him that part of her, yes, very much so. But she knew her duty: to rule the people of Ellesmera fairly. She also knew his: to fly the world with Saphira, defeating Galbatorix. The problem was, he didn't seem to know his duty. When he'd made that fairth…he shouldn't have done that. Granted, she shouldn't have smashed it. But it angered her, to see him paying more attention to her than to his studies, which were of more importance. She wanted what he wanted though. His dragon knew of her feelings. When they'd broken the Isidar Mithrim, Saphira's figured it out. Hopefully she'd keep the secret to her grave; Arya had no intention of confessing to Eragon that she felt the same way about him.
He crossed the glade and took her hand. After the celebration, he looked more Rider-ish, more Elvish than ever. Pointed ears, light skin, slim face and build, darker hair than his natural light brown, a new dragon-like gracefulness to him, lighter steps, deeper eyes…the scars of his past were all gone now. Evidence of his fight with Durza, his first flight on Saphira…gone now. She looked at her feet, then he took his other hand, grabbed her and drew her into the sweetest kiss imaginable. Without meaning to, she replied, giving him more than she was receiving. He drew her close, embracing her. Arya stiffened, then broke free of Eragon's hold. She ran backward a few paces and stopped, looking at him. He moved a few steps closer. She gave him a look he'd never seen on her before-despair- and ran away. Her footsteps soon faded from the glade.
A young Rider, the last of his kind, stood alone in the clearing, pressed his fingers to his lips, and smiled. He gave a sharp whistle, and a brilliant sapphire dragon flew down and landed next to him. Did it work? she asked him. He gave her a knowing smile, climbed on her back, and flew away, leaving the glade silent and empty.