I'm a terrible person...I know.

These last few weeks have been terrible, really. My life was chaotic, people, that's why I couldn't post any new chapters. I'm truly sorry and I promise I won't take this long to update again. I promise.

Disclaimer: Inheritance Cycle isn't mine.

Thanks to: Elemental Dragon Slayer, Restrained Freedom, Beta5200, MarySLi, Silvertonge90 and me for reviewing!

To answer me's review:

I did like what you wrote! But when I wrote "Waiting", I wanted to focus just on that, on the waiting. I will write, soon I hope, another story about Fírnen, but that will be entirely focused on his relationship with Arya and all that. Still, thanks for taking the time to write that! I really liked it, and I think I will use it in the following one. Thanks!

Since I love writing about the Forsworn, this story is about one of them, Enduriel. Yes, he is a real Forsworn, but I made up a story for him...I hope you like it! And I hope you're still reading this...

Read, enjoy and review!

Regret

His name was Enduriel.

He had a dragon, a big green creature, who was his closest friend and most faithful companion. He loved him even more than his own life, and promised to protect him even if he had to die trying.

But Enduriel had a problem. He wasn't very smart…in fact, his own dragon was more cunning than he was. This caused him a lot of trouble, for he was very easy to manipulate, and the other Riders took advantage of that.

Enduriel had a good heart and hated hurting people. He wanted to live in a peaceful world, with no wars and hate…he did his best to achieve that, but failed.

Unfortunately for Enduriel, his dragon had other plans.

He made him join the others, the twelve Riders who followed Galbatorix, the one who had lost his dragon and then gone mad. He whispered the same lies they had told him and convinced Enduriel to betray his brothers and sisters.

It is the wise thing to do, he said. They will give us power, even more than the old and fat Masters we have to follow here. We must join them, Enduriel.

But what if they're wrong?

Enduriel couldn't stop asking himself that question. What if the twelve Riders were wrong? What if it was bad?

He had never wanted to hurt anyone, and neither desired to betray his brothers. They were like his family, the only place where he felt accepted and cared for. But he couldn't doubt his own dragon, could he? He was his friend, his closest companion…he obviously wanted what was best for both of them, right?

Still, Enduriel felt like he was doing the wrong thing when he joined them.

And, when Galbatorix and Morzan decided to attack Ilirea and kill the others, he told his friend they had to leave them. They couldn't do that! It was a terrible thing to kill his brothers and sisters, the ones who had taught them everything they knew, the ones who had trusted them with their lives…

Don't be such a fool, Enduriel, his dragon told him. They don't care about us. The only thing that matters to those old and corrupted monsters is power…power to rule above us all and kill us if we ever decided to rebel against them.

But what if we're wrong? They were always good to us, Enduriel said.

He had to kill them, even when he didn't want to. They forced him to do so, but he was convinced that what he was doing was terrible. They didn't deserve to die, not when they had been such good masters.

Enduriel died some years later, killed by one of his fellow Riders, Brom. He asked, before striking the final blow, why he had betrayed them all, why he had killed innocent Riders who didn't deserve it…and Enduriel couldn't answer.

Even until the very last moment, he regretted everything he had done.