Disclaimer: Christopher Paolini owns everything except my iPod.

This takes place when Eragon is trying to name Saphira. I lost my copy of Eragon, so I don't know what names and the order he tries to give Saphira, so I won't even try to use names. I made something up though, what I made up was that dragons can only say their Rider's names for a while, then they learn to speak. Based on the book, not the terrible movie. Arya didn't have the right hair colour! Okay, enough talking, story time!

Saphira's POV

The past few hours had been exiting, I had chosen my Rider. Through the thin membrane of my egg, I had felt his presence, not just his hand. I could feel our bond. To let him know he was the one, I started to crack the egg. I wanted out! I had found him, my partner, my friend. I eventually burst the bubble and sprawled out. I would be more graceful as I grew. The gedwëy insignia shone on his hand, blinding me. He started panicking. I tried to tell him this was supposed to happen, but I couldn't talk. The shine dimed and soon was a glimmer, then nothing. I peered at the shiny thing on his hand. It was very pretty and shiny. (lol, I love shiny things.) When he was distracted, I turned around like a dog might chase its tail. I wanted a good look at me. I was blue, I love blue. My tail was so stubby though! It better grow. My wings were coated with the stuff inside my egg. I tried to shake it off, but it didn't come off. Oh well, he'd wash it off sooner or later.

At the moment, the silly boy was trying to name me, by they were all wrong. Did I look like a male? They all sounded silly too.

"Eragon!" I was trying to tell him, but I couldn't speak anything except for that. "Eragon!"

"That's my name! You can't have that!" he said exasperated. (I'm guessing he said something like that.)

"Eragon!" I was getting really annoyed. I didn't want his name anyways; the name was a boy's name! The name sounded familiar though, like a name implanted into every dragon's mind. I wanted to scream, "I am a girl!" But I couldn't. This was like being back in the egg. I couldn't move, I was imprisoned. Now I couldn't talk. My throat was imprisoned. Eragon named a few more names that were all male names. I was bored and made sure he knew that. I wondered around the room and paid no attention to him.

"Wait! I know what's wrong! These are all boy names, you're a girl!" he sounded happy. I grinned at him, trying to tell, him he was right. Finally, it had gotten through to him.

Once we got past that roadblock, he began naming silly girl names! I was frustrated. There was a name, on the brink of his mind that I liked. A man named Brom had told it to him. I really wanted that name, so I gently pushed his mind in the right direction.

"Saphira?" he asked. (I have no idea what he really said.)

I grinned again; we were off to a good start.

I knew people asked for longer, but I couldn't stretch it. Really sorry. It looked like a lot on word, but on fanfiction….