CHAPTER SIX: A NAME FOR A BOY

It was a week after her dragon had hatched and he was now the size of a large dog and could fly on Saphira's back to the clearing they would camp at for the night. He was a pearly black, his spikes and claws looking like obsidian. She walked side by side with her two companions in silence as they neared their camp for the evening.

"So what are you going to name it?" asked Brom as the emerged into a clearing and were greeted by Saphira and a small bullet practicing flying around the clearing.

"I don't know. But I will name him tonight."

"Good the sooner you name it the better. And tonight we will have to have a cold dinner so have some of the meat you have in your packs. After you do I want you two to practice with swords only dulled so that you don't kill each other," said Brom showing his fatigue as he sat down to munch on some meat.

Essora brushed her mind to her dragons to hear him say in a deep male voice Yes?

We need to think of a name for you. You know that don't you?

I'd prefer the nameless dragon until you finished with Eragon.

Okay.

She got her sword and told Eragon how to dull his blade as she did the same to her's. After that they took battle stances and lunged at the other, Eragon stronger with his blade and more fluid with his movements. Essora was glad that he had improved and prove to be a opponent worth fighting even if he wasn't as good or better than her. After a half hour she flicked her wrist and his sword fell a distance away from him useless.

"And you're dead," she said catching her breath. "You have gotten better also," she said returning her blade to its original state and sheathing it.

Eragon sat down leaning back on Saphira. Essora did the same as she settled down beside her dragon. Okay mister nameless dragon what shall we call so that you are no longer nameless?

I don't know you tell me.

Okay fine. Who about Glamidren?

Sounds too girly.

Alright what about Emerlden?

Do I look green to you?

No. Jura?

Too short.

Fundor?

Won't strike fear into my enemies.

Briam, Ohen the Strong, Gretiem, Roslarb, Remus, Any of those?

No. No. No. No. And no.

Okay you know what you are so dog-on picky even Vrael wouldn't be able to name you.

Hey what did you say?

I said your so-

No, no the name.

Oh Vrael.

I like that name and its fitting too. Galbatorix won't like the name thats for sure.

You know what I like that Vrael. Essora and Vreal. Vrael and Essora. One of the two first riders. Unstoppable to the empire. Brining back peace to the kingdom.

Yeah, yeah stop being a glory hound.

Sorry I was only having fun with our names.

I know. Now tell everybody my name.

"He has a name. You want to know what it is?," she said standing up as Brom, Eragon and Saphira looked at her expectantly.

"Yes we do and we are glad it is a he," said Eragon looking pleased.

"Okay here goes. His name is Vrael."

"A very good name. Fitting too," said Brom, "I congratulate you and your partner and when we are able you will receive a proper sword like Vrael himself had along with all riders," he said as he laid down to sleep trying to hide his fatigue.

"Both Saphira and I like the name Vrael. Good night."

Good night Essora see you in the morning came Saphira's voice.

Vrael just so that we are on the same page if anything were to happen to me like if I were kidnapped or something I want you to stay with Eragon and Saphira because I will be able to take care of myself and it will be safer for you to stay secret because not even Galbatorix knows there was a fourth egg. Understood?

Yes I do but I won't promise you that I won't try and free you should the opportunity presents itself.

I don't expect you to. She said as she slipped into a sleep.