Ok, so this character isn't actually a canon character but I still thought I'd include it anyway.

Chapter 4

Erenthus's POV

I feel a terrible emptiness inside of me… I know that an attack by the Forsworn is imminent but it no longer matters to me. I came across Brom sitting alone outside the gates of Ilirea. At first I felt a great sense of relief. We had all heard about the massacre at Dorú Areaba. Upon seeing Brom, it looks as if my daughter and her rider had escaped the carnage, but when I confronted him and asked about Saphira, I saw the most painful look imaginable appear on his face. There was no need to say anything more. I understood and in that moment, I felt as if my heart had been torn out.

"Morzan…" Brom croaked, turning away from me.

There is nothing I can say to describe the horror and pain I felt in that moment. My daughter was dead… I turned away from Brom and returned to the city where my Rider, Darius was waiting for me. He tried to comfort me but there is nothing anyone can say to ease the pain I felt. Saphira may have been a grown dragon but she was still my baby and I loved her. I remember how devastated I was when my mate, Razinir, died. When Saphira hatched, I wanted to train her and Brom myself but it was forbidden by the Rider's law. Glaedr would be her teacher instead. We still saw each other and grew close to one another. I only had one egg so Saphira was my only offspring. She inherited her father's fighting spirit and could be extremely fierce if provoked, but Glaedr always told me that Saphira had my gentle demeanor. Saphira was so full of life and she had a bright future ahead of her. But not anymore. That was taken from her by that monster Morzan and I swear that he will pay!

Hours pass and finally the Forsworn make their move. I carry Darius into battle but I am unable to focus on the fighting. I fly low over the battlefield, unleashing jets of flame upon Galbatorix's soldiers. I want them all to burn! Darius shouts a warning to me but I don't hear it. All I can think of is making the Forsworn feel the pain and loss they've caused me. Something slammed into me and knocks me from the sky. When I strike the ground, it knocks the wind out of me and my rider is thrown from the saddle. A blood red dragon lands before me and Morzan climbs down from the saddle, sword in hand. And then I do what any mother who has just lost a child would do. I lunge for the man responsible, hellbent on utterly destroying him! Morzan's devilish beast attacks me but I am oblivious to the teeth and claws that tear into me. All I care about is avenging the death of my daughter. As I struggle against Morzan's dragon, Darius charges forward and challenges Morzan. They duel and I slowly continue crawling toward Morzan. My rage is unstoppable until Morzan finally bests Darius, killing him with a slash across the chest. My Rider falls and I feel yet another part of me being torn away.

Morzan's dragon rejoins his rider, leaving me bleeding and broken on the ground. In an instant, the fire that burned within me has been extinguished and replaced with a feeling on unbearable sorrow. I had failed. First Morzan has taken my daughter and now he has taken my dear rider as well. I feel responsible for both. Had I been paying attention this never would have happened but I was emotionally compromised. And now it is all over. Morzan approaches me and I dread what is coming next. I know that the Forsworn have been taking the eldunari of dragons that they kill. However, as Morzan stares at me, he pauses. I feel the fires of hatred flare up again.

Murderer! I roar to Morzan, unable to control myself. She was my baby… and you killed her.

Finally I can't take it any longer. I feel the hot tears streaming down my face and I break down, letting out a cry of agony. Morzan continues to stare as if he is unsure what to make of the situation. If only I had any strength left, this would be my chance to tear him apart! Finally Morzan points his hand at me and I know he is about to take my Heart of Hearts. But instead, he simply mutters, "Give my regards to Saphi."

I am unsure what he means at first but before I have time to think about it, he mutters a spell. I recognize it as one of the death words…

Morzan's POV.

At first I was confused by this dragon's blind hatred for me. It took me a moment to recognize her but then I realize that this is Saphira's mother, Erenthus. She apparently knows of her daughter's fate and I can see the agony that shows in her eyes as she attempts to kill me. Even after I kill her rider, she still tries to reach me, screaming in my head about how I killed Saphira. It is a pathetic sight. She claws her way across the ground, the blood pouring from the many bites and claw marks my dragon has left on her. I'll admit that I never really had a conscience but for some reason I actually feel sympathy for this poor creature. I have just killed her rider and yet it is her daughter whom Erenthus cries for. For the first time since the battle at Dorú Areaba, I actually regret killing Saphira. For the first time in my life I actually see myself for the monster that I really am. I no longer see Erenthus as an enemy. Now I just see her as a grieving mother and I would never be able to live with myself if I took her Heart of Hearts and gave it to Galbatorix. Instead, I perform a rare act of mercy. I decide to end her suffering once and for all. I choose one of the twelve death words and cast the spell and her death is instantaneous. Now she can be with her daughter again. And yet as I gaze at the now lifeless dragon that lays before me, I still feel a terrible guilt. I realize that I was wrong to join the Forsworn, but it is too late to turn back now. I have innocent blood on my hands and it will haunt me for the rest of my days.