A Name From the Past

Eragon was woken to the sensation of something wet and warm sliding over his cheek.

"Uuhhhh!"

He groaned, and then he felt it again. This time he turned his head and opens his eyes to be greeted by the sight of his dragon staring at him. Eragon was captivated by the sight.

"Good morning to you to."

The dragon chirped twice and went about snuggling its head under his chin. For some reason Eragon started to feel a warmth bubbling up in his chest and spread throughout his body. He began to chuckle.

"Love you too."

At this the dragon rested on his shoulder with its head buried under his chin. They laid there for several minutes. Eragon just lied there with his dragon pressing against him. Then the dragon began to hum it lovely tone that Eragon couldn't figure out, it was energetic, passive, and filled with emotion. Confused Eragon stroked it head, and neck while looking at it. As he rubbed its body, it stretched out and spread its talon's; to Eragon it reminded him of how a cat stretches. When he was done scratching its neck, it was fast asleep. Eragon gently pick it up as he sat up and placed it in his lap. Admiring how the scales caught the light and sent spots of blue throughout the room. He couldn't help but stare at all the different hues and shades of sapphire blue that ran the length of its body.

After a little while of looking and feeling the different scales that ran its back. There was a hard knock on his door.

"Come in."

"Ah, I see you're awake."

Eragon nodded at his uncle in the doorway.

"You know, Eragon…" His uncle began but trailed off. He started again

"You should talk to brom."

Eragon looked at him confused

"Brom knows things no one else here knows, you should talk to him about your dragon. Maybe he'll know a name, or what gender it is, or maybe, even to help train it."

At the mention of a name the dragon perked up, and looks at them both, and started chirping happily. They both laughed at this.

"ya, I guess your right. He does know an awful lot about dragons and the riders. Could you send Roran? I don't think this little one will let me leave it alone while I went into town.."

The dragon snuggled closer to his body.

"Very Well."

When Garow left he tried to get up the dragon didn't move. Eragon sighed.

"Can I at least get up?"

The dragon rolled its eyes and let out a soft snort of dark smoke before getting off his lap. Eragon quickly got up and threw on a fresh pair of clothes, and turned to face the dragon. It sat there looking at him as if it was waiting for something. Eragon rolled his eyes.

"Oh, alright, just don't make this a habit."

He walked over and picks it up and held it close to his chest and walked out of the room. When he entered the main room he saw Garow in the door way with Roran. Eragon herd Garow say.

"And tell him, that of which they lost, has been found. And tell him to return immediately." He also heard him say some other things, but didn't hear him.

Roran looked confused, so Garow repeated the same thing in the equally quiet tone until Roran understood, And Garow looked satisfied.

"Ok, now be off. He needs to get here with haste."

"Very well."

Roran replied, and left. Heading to town, moving into a mild jog.

"How long do you think He'll take?"

"Not long."

Replied Garow. He then turned to face Eragon.

"A few hours at the most. Untile then you and your dragon should eat something, and then meet me out side."

"Ok."

Eragon replied and sat his dragon on the table as he went to the pantry. The dragon sent him a feeling of irritation at being set on the table. Eragon sighed and fetched two small strips of dried meat and turned around, when the dragon saw the meat it started chirping happily, and Eragon felt a feeling of extreme hunger from his dragon. He place the meat strips in front of it, and it began to devour the meat, while Eragon ate his morning meal. Once finished he picked up the dragon and went outside to find Garow. After a little while they found him in the barn moving things around.

"What are you doing?"

"Ahh, Eragon, I'm rearranging things."

"I see that, but why?"

"Well eventually your dragon will be to big to sleep in the house with you. So we're going to make room out here."

"Sounds good."

Eragon placed the dragon on a barrel so it could watch them work. Then Eragon started helping his uncle.

Brom

It took Roran little over two hours to reach Carvahall. When he reached the village he slowed to a walk so he could catch his breath. When he entered the town he walked to the left and headed to brom's house. After a few minutes of walking he reached his house. It was a small one room cabin, just large enough for one man. "Although its seen better days that for sure." The roof was warped with green moss growing on it; the siding was moldy and depleted of color leaving it an ugly greyish brown, the foundation was in the best condition, seeing that it was exposed to less of the elements. Roran thought to himself as he approached the house. He knocked three solid times, and waited. Not soon after he heard the sound of things being shuffled and moved around, before he heard someone fall and utter an oath. Roran waited patiently until the door swung open with brom standing in the door way, glaring at him. Roran looked around, then bent closer to his head, and whispered in his ear,

"That of which they lost, has been found. And we need to get back to my farm with the utmost hast." Roran pulled away only to see brom. Staring at him with a look of confusion, joy, and suspicion. Roran frowned

"What...what did you say?" Brom asked in a suspicious tone.

"My Uncle also told me to tell you," I speak the truth." Although I have never heard this language used before so I don't know if I said it right."

He looked back at Brom whose face had shifted to that of surprise and bewilderment.

"Take me!"

Roran left Brom's house quickly after Brom latched it closed, Roran made off to his farm with great speed, Brom close behind. A little ways out of Carvahall Brom shot past him with and ran faster than Roran hand expected, leaving him in his dust.

Eragon

Eragon and Garow were almost finished making a spot big enough for the dragon when it big enough. Eragon turned to the dragon

"What do you think?"

It quickly jumped down and went over to the area covered in hey and began sniffing it. When satisfied it dove in and started rolling around in it, they caused them both to start chuckling at the sigh.

"Hellooo!" Was exclaimed somewhere outside.

The sudden voice scared the dragon, who ran over to Eragon and jumped to his chest seeking his protection.

"In here." They both yelled out.

A few moments later brom appeared in the barns door way. Eragon slowly turned to reveal the dragon clutching his chest. Brom froze, staring at the hatchling in Eragons arms. He started to move his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Let's go inside." Garow muttered

Brom just nodded, still in shock or what appeared to be shock. Garow led the way followed by Eragon Who was closely followed by Brom. Eragon felt Uneasy with Brom so close, but he pushed the thought from his mind and just followed Garow into the house. Eragon stepped behind the table and waited how Brom to turn and face him. When Brom faced him the only thing he could manage to say was.

"How?"

Eragon looked at the dragon who returned his gaze, after a few moments he began.

So he told Brom everything from his tracking the deer in the spine to the present.

When the finished, brom only stood there deep in thought. After a long pause, Brom looked at the hatchling.

"May I take a closer at your hatchling?"

Eragon looked at Garow uneasily, who only nodded his head. Eragon then placed the dragon on the table that was shaking slightly. Eragon soothed it with calming thoughts and images the dragon calmed down and sent a grateful thought to him who responded with an acknowledgment. The dragon slowly crept forward cautious of Brom. Brom only slowly moved his hand out to the dragon. It stopped when Brom extended his hand; it slowly approached his hand and started to smell Brom to determine friend or foe, when it decided friend it relaxed, but still kept its gaurd up. Brom kept an eye on it the entire time.

"What's her name?"

"Her?" Eragon asked a little startled

"Yes this is a female dragon…and the last on that exists in Alagaisia"

All Eragon could do was look at her, she turned around and looked at him with mournful eye's. Eragon gently rubbed her neck. Comforting her and showing her his kind ness. When she was better he looked back at Brom.

"Can you help me think of any names?"

"No. the Naming of a rider's dragon must only be done by the rider of that dragon, with the assistance of no other. It plays a big part in the bonding process between the two."

Eragon nodded and turned his attention to the dragon who was now sitting in front of him. He sat down in a chair so they were eye level. He slowly started to examine her. He started with her for legs, strong muscular and very lean, yet elegant. He moved his attention to her chest it was rounded built for speed and to be very agile in the sky. His gaze moved to her wings. He asked her to unfurl her wings, she obliged opened them, outstretched he started running his hands across them. Starting at the base where they meet her body, and moved out ward to the ends, they were grace fully proportioned, power, speed, agility, dangerous, where the thoughts that crosses his mind. The dragon must have herded his thoughts, because she gave him a smug confident look which he assumed was her pride showing through. Then he set his gaze on her eyes. He was instantly entranced. As he looked into them he saw the power that she wielded, the maturity, and wisdom, that even a king would wish to have. He looked deeper, and felt emotions running through his chest. While he sat there entranced, he remembered something, a memory ha thought he'd forgotten. The memory was of his aunt wearing a silver chain necklace with a solid sapphire pendent, sitting on the porch looking off into the sunset, a bubbling vertex of emotions filled his chest. A single word popped into his mind.

"Saphira" he said long and slow.

The dragon cocked her head at him, and he heard a childlike feminine tone, It was filled with pride, passion, strength, filled his head.

"Saphira?"

"Are you Saphira?"

Eragon asked her. He felt an over whelming amount of satisfaction as she spoke the word

"Yes."

Saphira then jumped at him, and began nuzzling him.

"What name did you choose?"

Asked Brom

"Saphira."

Eragon looked up and saw that there was a glazed gleam in his eyes, they almost looked like….."Tears?"

"Well…." Brom started in a husky emotional voice then caught himself and continued

"Well, now you have given her a name and she has started to speak, you must now spend time teaching her our language, so you two can communicate on a proper level. I will return in two weeks to see how she's progressing, and to give you tips if needed."

"Very…" Eragon began but was cut off as the door slammed open, startling everyone in the room only to revel a very tired and heavily panting Roran. Roran only stood there glowering at Brom. He was about to say something, but caught himself and stormed off to his room and flopped down on his bed, and was fast asleep. Eragon threw a questioning look at Brom. Who only shook his head with a slight smile?

"I'll be back in two weeks. remember to teach her our language, and any other subject she requests."

"Alright, and thank you"

"You are Very much welcome, young rider."

Brom turned around and left to head back to his House with a small line of tear running down his face, as he remembered and honored Saphira's name sake.

Eragon watched as brom walked away noting, that he was shuttering and heaving chest.

"Is he…Crying?" he mentally shook himself and, refocused his attention back to Saphira.

"Let's go for a walk."

She gave him a n acknowledging thought.

"Uncle, I'm going to take Saphira through the forest."

"Ok, But remember, be back before dark."

"I will."

He then stood up with Saphira and started towards the forest surrounding his farm. He spent the rest of the day explaining everything he could about anything he could. Saphira was only too happy to listen intently to everything he told her. Around sun set he started back to the farm. By the time he got home it was a little past twilight and Saphira was fast asleep in his arms. He quietly went inside and saw Garow sitting by the fire. So he walked over and joined him, shifting Saphira slightly so not to wake her when he sat down. Garow looked over at her resting in his arms, smiling he said.

"You have truly been blessed Eragon."

Eragon looked at Garow then down at Saphira, admiring at how the fire light looked on her blue scales. Making patterns and shapes that where amazing to watch.

"That I have. I never would have expect something like this to happen to me in a thousand years."

Saphira let out a large yawn in her slumber, which caused Eragon to smile widely. Locking up at Garow.

"Good night, uncle."

"Good night, Eragon."

Eragon slowly walked to his room and gently shut the door, trying not to make too much noise. He slid on to his bed and placed Saphira gently next to him. As he laid there with her place next to his chest. She snuggled closer to him. He started feeling warmth in his chest again, and felt as the warmth spread out ward to all his limbs, when he looked at Saphira he noticed that his Gedwey Ignasia was glowing, unlike before it was glowing with a more bluish light then silver. He watched as the glow slowly receded to a silvery blue sheen that it had been previously. Deciding to think about that some other time he slowly drifted in to his waking dreams.