Holy moly, that last chapter was over 3,600 words. O_o. It took way too long to type, and it's not very entertaining. Don't worry. This one will be pretty short to even out that last bit of craziness. I don't own Eragon or any of its characters. Hope you enjoy!
Armelle had gone back out the next day, as her father knew better than to keep a Rider from her dragon too long, especially a Rider as anxious to see her other half as his daughter was. And he knew it would be an intense challenge for he and Brom to keep her away, especially since Brom was little help in any way other than enticing her with his tales and stories.
How are your legs, my sister-of-soul? Argenta asked, tapping the half-elf gently with her scaly silver snout.
"Almost better," the Rider replied with a smile. "And now that we have a saddle, we should be able to fly together again soon."
Argenta snorted a puff of smoke in agreement.
Eragon's dragon floated down toward them, speaking its only word over and over. Eragon.
The Blue Rider was apprehensive to return, realizing now his dragon and he were at the same intelligence level, and that his friend had hidden the secret of her bloodlines from him. He only wanted to understand why her being half fair folk was of such importance it needed to be kept a secret.
Eragon, his dragon repeated as he walked forward, glancing at Armelle, who leaned against Argenta while they watched with matching metallic eyes. Her golden hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing their pointed shape.
"Is that all you can say?" He demanded with a frown.
Yes, it replied simply.
Armelle laughed quietly and Argenta snorted smoke, amused.
Great, Eragon thought, unknowingly projecting it to Armelle. Now it has a sense of humor. What's next?
Wisdom, Armelle replied in thought to him. As Brom said. Dragons are wise beyond their ages, and as they grow, so does that gift.
Eragon looked at her in surprise before she spoke aloud. "I'm sorry. I should have told you of the elf-blood in my veins. We must trust each other, and my heart wanted to, but my mind would not let me give such a secret."
"Apology accepted," Eragon replied, though his voice didn't soften. "No matter your lineage, we are the new Riders, and despite such a secret, I still trust you. I understand why you felt like you couldn't share that with me."
Armelle smiled, settling against Argenta again.
A questioning thought emanated from Eragon's dragon, so he explained what happened to the three around him. His voice grew louder with his frustration until he was shouting at the sky with pointless aggression. He had finally spent all of his welling emotions and punched the ground. "I don't want him to go, that's all." He said with quiet helplessness.
His blue dragon listened intently, learning many new things.
Eragon changed the subject after a silent moment. "You need a name. I heard some interesting ones today; perhaps you'll like one." He ran through a quick list, not realizing he was counting through names on his fingers. "What do you think of Valinor or his successor, Eridor? Both were great dragons."
No, the dragon replied, an amused tone in its voice. Eragon.
"That's my name; you can't have it." He said with a frown while he rubbed his chin. "Well, if you don't like those, there are others." He continued through the list, and Armelle found it quite humorous as the dragon rejected each, and each was a male name. The teen looked at Argenta, who looked back at her. They knew. His dragon was a she. She was laughing quietly, just as Armelle and Argenta were.
Eragon only continued suggesting male names. "There was Ingothold, he slew the…." Realization finally struck Eragon, and he thought, "That's the problem! I've been choosing male names. You are a she."
Yes, his dragon replied, folding her veined blue wings in an almost arrogant way.
He blurted half a dozen names from the dragons of old. He suggested Miremel, but he and Armelle agreed with the dragons in saying that name didn't fit—it was the name of a brown dragon. Ophelia and Lenora were also removed from Eragon's list. He seemed so exasperated he nearly gave up before he remembered the last name Brom had mentioned to them. He glanced at Armelle, who nodded in approval. The Riders liked it, and Argenta approved, but would his dragon?
"Are you Saphira?" He asked after a moment of hesitation. He met the gaze of the intelligent creature and Armelle felt her satisfaction throughout Argenta.
Yes, the dragon replied, her voice echoing as if from a great distance. Maybe it was only to Armelle, as she wasn't connected to Saphira.
Eragon grinned at her. The blue dragons started humming.
Armelle, Eragon, Argenta, and Saphira only grew closer from then on.