(In the Ancient Language) I don't own the Inheritance series or anything in it.
Prologue
Six Riders and their dragons gathered in secret. Having made the same mistake, they, now, held counsel to decide what to do about it. The first to speak was a female Rider.
"Ought we tell Vrael and the Elders? I am so ashamed that I'd rather not, yet our folly is of such a nature that I feel we must."
"No," said a male Rider, "we should not tell them. Who knows what they would do to us? Why, they might even separate us twelve!"
His partner shook her head.
No, said she, they would never do that. To almost cripple us would hurt them as well. Besides, It might hurt our order not to tell.
Another dragon (male this time) said, they might not separate us, but they might do something else. Our mistake is irrevocable, there's nothing we can do about that. The only thing we can do is make sure no more harm will come to those whom it most concerns.
"So then," said another male Rider, "we shouldn't tell the Elders and Vrael?"
The others all burst into speech almost at once.
The secret might get out if we did!
No it wouldn't!
"No one will trust us again!"
"The humans and dwarves would fear Them."
"The elves would not."
Harm might come to them either way, whether we told or not.
Look, said the first Rider's partner, we'll just have to vote on this. All those who, like me, think we should wait and see whether the need to tell arises say, "Aye".
Most everyone said, "Aye". Thinking that they would reveal their secret only if they needed to, the Riders and dragons left. Vrael was never told.