Thump. Thump. I looked up from the book I was reading. Thump. I listened for the sound that could barely be heard over the whispering of the wind through the trees above. Another distraction, just my luck. I had come here, to seclusion of the forest, to finish the last book in the Inheritance cycle. Well, not for the first time of course, I have finished the series before. Thump. There it is again, I guess I have to see where it is coming from before I finish the book. I go towards the sound, wading through the lush green undergrowth and pushing past branches that bared my way. Out of nowhere I see a green, scaly figure heading straight for me! A dragon just like in Eragon! The creature stopped just short of where I was standing, its shadow looming over me. As it moved forward, I saw a flash of white beside the dragon's feet, but it was immediately obscured by the dragon's body before I could get a good look at it.
"You are the one I have been looking for," a voice said in my head.
"Looking for me?" I said, confused. "Why would you look for me?" I asked.
"You have great power in you, and a destiny to match," the dragon answered in my head. "Few are worthy to look after this dragon," she said, pushing the white thing I now recognized as an egg, toward me.
"You are the mother?" I asked uncertainly.
"Yes, and it is long past time to find a rider for this egg," she said in a worried tone. "Almost past time…," she whispered, so quietly I could barely hear.
Then, as quickly as she appeared she left, leaving only branches swinging in her wake. I bent down to touch the egg, and I had just placed my hand on it, when a blinding light seemed to burst from within it. After the light faded, I saw a white baby dragon trying to break itself out of the egg. Within a few minutes, the dragon freed itself from the egg, and was looking around curiously. I reached out my hand, and as soon as it touched the dragon, I felt a searing pain shoot up my arm. It burned so much that I was paralyzed for a few minutes by the pain. After the pain ebbed away, I looked down at my hand and saw a spiral-shaped mark on my hand. What was it called in the Inheritance cycle? It was called a… gedwëy ignasia, now I remember!
I led the baby dragon deeper into the woods, and I made it a shelter in a clearing surrounded by small trees. The best I could do was make a lean-to against a tree, the floor of it covered in soft pine needles. I was still in awe of the dragon, and still processing the miracle that just happened. I looked at the dragon and said," My name is Kaede, what is yours?
I heard the dragon say in my head," My name is Nithring, and I am a female dragon. You are my rider. Just then I realized this was MY dragon, not just a figment of my imagination. This… this was real.
