Disclaimer: Don't own anything! Except for my idea. Okay, listen up. Ziarre means Goddess of the Sky. Horus is God of Light. Nox is, I think, God of Night or Goddess but it said it could be used for Girl and Boy so deal with me! Shoney is Sea God. And Drake means Dragon.

Chapter Six

The girl woke up early and started with breakfast. Master Eragon would certainly like breakfast first thing in the morning. Master Flanders was that way. She started a fire and cooked the rest of the meat. The pot that they had used was dirty and needed to be washed. Usually, Master Flanders hated dirty dishes, so she had to clean every dish in the kitchen every day. But, since she started the fire and already grabbed the meat, it was too late. She held the meat up near the flames, letting it cook slowly, ignoring the new burns on her fingers. When the meat was cooked, which added more burns, she set it on a large leaf. She grabbed the dirty pot and headed down towards a small secluded stream. She washed the pot out, which wasn't very big.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Her whole body was filled with a buzzing sensation. She glanced around. Then the buzzing stopped. Her body felt somewhat numb. She shivered and finished the pot. When she came back, Master Eragon and the others were eating the cooked meat. The girl set the pot down and sat down by Eragon, twiddling her thumbs.

"Aren't you going to have any?" Eragon asked her. She glanced up at him, avoiding his eyes.

"I'm not suppose to eat with my master. I eat when my master and his friends are finished eating and content." The girl whispered, looking up towards his side. He nodded numbly. He had discussed this with Saphira and she told him just tell her straight out. But Eragon feared of what she would do after he told her. Cry? Go into shock? Run away? Hate him forever? Then another thought struck him. What was he suppose to call the girl? Girl? Child? Slave? But the girl didn't have a name. He glanced towards the girl.

"You know. I've been thinking. I should give you a name." Eragon announced. The girl snapped her head towards Eragon. To somebody, a name was nothing. But to her, a name meant that she was important. But of course, she wasn't at all important. Just a slave who needed to serve her master, and nothing else. But then, she thought bitterly, the old man in the garden had a name. Chip. Why didn't Master Flanders name her? Eragon watched her closely. Her eyes held happiness. So she really wanted a name. But what to call her? Something popped into his head. "How about Elita. I think it means, Chosen One." Eragon told her.

The girl smiled. It did not matter what he named her. Because it was a name! Now, she had a name! Elita. She already liked the name. "I would like that." She told him. Eragon smiled.

"Henceforth, you now shall be called Elita." Eragon said officially. Tears sparkled in the little girl's eyes. She smiled warmly. Ayra and Murtagh clapped politely. Eragon watched the girl tried to contain her tears. He had always taken his name for granted. He smiled back and finished eating, being careful not to each too much. Ayra and Murtagh finished quickly, leaving plenty of meat left for Elita. Elita stuffed her face full of meat, savoring each flavor. She must had not been fed all that much. He watched as she chugged the water down, as if it would disappear in a flash. "I'll clean up." Eragon announced, as Elita finished her meal.

"No, master, I'll do it." Elita assured him, beginning to pick up the water bags. Eragon grabbed them from her and told her to lay back and relax, of which she did immediately.

Meanwhile...

"Your not suppose to contact the mortals." The black man boomed loudly, walking into a grand room. The man/dragon turned around, fastening his sash. The man/dragon blinked.

"Excuse me?" Drake asked, straightening up. The dragon/man lifted up one of his black eyebrows.

"If you didn't... then who..." Nox asked. Then his face darken once again when he was accusing someone. "Must have been Ziarre." He turned away. The man/dragon quickly followed him.

Horus watched Nox stalk off to Ziarre's quarters. Drake was following Nox, pinning his pin on the end of his sash. Shoney was flipping through a book, reading it. The one who had communicated with the mortal, Eragon, was of course, Horus. No one was paying attention and Horus did not want the girl to be called something stupid like Daisy or Alice or something of that sort. He chose Elita because she was chosen. He quickly settling himself on a chair, closing his eyes.

Back to the Clearing...

Ayra and Murtagh walked behind Elita, who was showing them to the barns which held the horses. The barn was a ways away from the village. When Elita pulled the barn door opened, a cow mooed happily. None of the animals liked the barn. Even with the dragon gone. A decayed smell still hung in the barn, from the dragon's death. Murtagh and Ayra held their noses. Elita opened a stall and pulled out a chestnut horse and a black horse. They were large and muscular. Elita assured them that they could go far without tire. Ayra took the black horse while Murtagh took the chestnut one. The black one was named Thunder and the chestnut one was named Acorn. Elita rode with Murtagh back to the clearing, where Eragon was waiting patiently for them. Saphira's saddle was tied up correctly. The pots and other things were stored neatly into Saphira's saddlebags. The only thing left was Elita's pack. Elita put it in the saddlebag Eragon showed then waited patiently for instructions.

"Climb on, Elita." Eragon said, patting Saphira's back. Elita climbed on eagerly, with a little help from Eragon. Somehow, Elita felt like she was in the right place. Like she belonged on a dragon. She told herself that a dragon was too good for her. Eragon climbed up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, making sure she did not fall off. Saphira pushed off the ground. Air caressed Elita as they gained altitude. Saphira quickly found a thermal draft and headed north. Thunder and Acorn quickly galloped, finally able to stretch their legs.

Go me! She gets a name and starts her adventure, but she don't know it's an adventure! Cool! Review! Oh, and don't worry, she let all the animals go before going back to Eragon.

Teenchic2004: Yes he was a jerk. But he did take her in when she was a baby. Bought her and let Chip raise her until she could take care of herself. He'll learn about it soon, hopefully!

Daydreamin' Angel: He had his good and bad moments. She's used to it though. Eragon couldn't let her just stay alone in the village with no one else. Could you?

Beast Boy's GF: I'm So glad you love my story. I love it too! If I update, will you review?

Angelofsorrow227: Ha! I have done that many of times before. Oh well. Are ya happy she finally has a name?