Dragon Rider Play

Blade sighed again. It was a long time before he spoke. "Because it is a name I don't feel truly belongs to me anymore. Tithenor prefers using real or birth names, so I've come to accept it from him, but at my request, he doesn't call me it all the time, and usually when he thinks no one else is listening. It's not something I want being common knowledge."

"It doesn't seem like Blade is your name anymore, either.  You should find a new name," Pat whispered.  "Thank you for telling me."

"Well, what name would you suggest?" He asked Pat, laying down so his back was flat on the bunk. "I've never been any good when it came to names."

"What names do you like?" Pat asked.  This was a good line to follow.  Not that she wanted to talk at all, but it was good enough.

Blade shrugged. "I told you, I'm bad at coming up with names. Maybe you could say some, and I'll say whether or not I like them?"

"Okay." She thought for a long moment.  "Wulfgar?  It's from an ancient story about a great warrior.  Wulfgar is a soldier in it."

Blade shook his head. "Um, no. I think I'm too scrawny for that name."

"Okay.  Um, Beowulf?  Maybe Wulf?" Pat suggested.  "Garven?"

Blade shook his head. "Still think I'm to twiggy for those names."

"Branch?" Pat murmured.  "Sky?  Tristan?  Zoro?  Kane?  Ash?"

Blade considered. "Kind of like Kane."

"Kane's a good name," she agreed.  "I can keep thinking, if you want, and make a list."

Blade shrugged. "I don't know. My only problem with Jeremiah was that it was a me I don't think I could have had or achieved. That Jeremiah... was a kid who wanted a real family." He said quietly.

Pat finally rolled over to look at him.  "But... You have one now."

Blade raised a pale eyebrow. "Really?"

(I keep forgetting Blade had white-blond hair XD A lot of my characters usually have brown or black hair)

"What do you think Tithenor, Mark, Erika, Warrior, and Mellon are?" Pat asked.  "They are your family."

Blade smiled a bit. "Wouldn't you be in that group too, Pat?"

Pat dropped her gaze.  "It used to.  Not anymore."

Blade shook his head. "Then why do I still think of you as my brother." He asked with a sigh.

"How can you after what I'm doing to your family?  To you?" Pat whispered.

"Because family means forgiveness to, doesn't it?" Blade said with a tired smile. "Besides, I'll be fine as long as I know all of my family would be, and that includes you."

"Then maybe you really are Jeremiah," Pat said after a pause.

Tithenor walked in in time to hear the name and looked at Blade, puzzled.  "Am I interrupting?

Blade shook his head. "No. Just trying to think of a name, since I'm not really 'Blade the Assassin' anymore, right?"

Tithenor smiled.  "No, you are not.  Are there any possible names?  Here is your dinner.  The chefs miss you."

Blade smiled a bit. "I kind of like Kane, but I am still on the fence about it." He sat up to accept the food Tithenor brought him. "And the idea is that I can go back to worshiping them in person tomorrow, right?"