Chapter 4: Revelation

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Eragon did not want to show his family the dragon, partly from selfishness and partly from fear of the fact that once the dragon was revealed, accusations, shouts, and fear would be directed at him. Thus, he procrastinated. It will be discovered eventually, though. I'd rather introduce it than have it discovered. But first, it needs a name. Brom is the person to go to for that; he knows more dragon lore than anyone else in Carvahall. Thus, when Roran announced he was going to go into town to get a chisel repaired, Eragon volunteered to go with him.

That evening, Eragon told the dragon he would be gone the next day. It snorted, releasing a plume of smoke uneasily. He tried to calm it with soothing mental images, but it lashed its tail, unsatisfied. He tried to radiate peace and serenity. A single word reverberated through the mental link he shared with the dragon. Eragon. It was solemn and sad, as though an ancient pact were being sealed. Eragon. His eyes widened, and frightened, he ran away. He could see that Miranda had had a similar experience. My Dragon.

Eragon.

After Eragon had come and gone from Brom's home, Miranda went inside. Brom looked up, irritated. "What do you-"

"May good fortune rule over you, Rider. Speak in this tongue; we don't want eavesdroppers." Brom's face went white with shock. "What are you talking about? I'm no Rider. And how did you know- not that I am." Miranda rolled her eyes. "If you aren't a Rider now , then swear to me that you have never been a Rider."

"I-" A smile touched upon Miranda's lips. "You can't, can you? No one can lie in this tongue; you know this." Brom scowled. "Alright, I was a Rider, once upon a time. But what of it?" Brom paused, then said, " Who are you, to know this? To know so much of the most powerful of tongues? You're no elf-" Miranda removed her right glove and raised her hand. "I am a Rider and a friend." Brom stared, and then started whirling around, putting things into a travel worn pack. Miranda smiled again. "Do not ready yourself to go quite yet, Brom. There is another."

"What?! Do you mean to tell me-"

"That there is another Rider here? Yes."

"Who?"

"Use the clues, Brom. Use the clues." Brom closed his eyes for a moment, and she was gone.