I am updating this. I wrote it when I was 13... the immaturity in my writing hurts to see lol. I am going to change this into something maybe worth reading.
CHAPTER 1
I cracked open my eyes to see the first rays of morning sunlight, thinking back over last night's dream with a smile. Falling, falling, falling, the wind buffeting my face until tears were running out of my eyes. I look over to both sides to my arms, straight out on either side, embracing the sky as I fall headfirst, never ending or slowing. It doesn't scare me; it's such a joyous experience, even though i knew it was just my imagination. But how can my imagination possibly create an experience I know nothing about? Lovely. Absolutely lovely. Over thinker.
I silently slip out of bed. Today is not a day of sleeping in, of sitting on fading dreams. I wash and dress, careful not to disturb my siblings. Sharing a room with the three of them often made early mornings difficult. I walk out of the house, my long golden brown hair still in a crazy, wavy rat's nest. I carefully step out of the familiar front door and head down the path that passes for a road about a quarter mile, towards Jafinador's, or Jafi as we call him. He's been my best friend since we were seven years old, and his mother can heal anything with plants. She is the only medical assistance our village has; in order to help her, Jafi and I spend many of our mornings gathering both common and rare plants from all over the still, untamed land outside of our small town. His mother, in addition to a herbal healer, is a magician. It's exceedingly rare for a small town like ours to have a magician, but she won't move. She stubbornly won't go to the capital and has decided that settling in our nameless, small town is preferable. She prefers the quiet life of a town of 500 for her five children. Of the five, Jafi, the second youngest, is the only one without magic.
"Jafi!" I yell into their already loud and busy house. His black haired mother answers the door and quickly hands me a list of plants with drawings for each one, then quickly gives some explanation that I can only catch an occasional word. "Jafi... Sorry... Chicken..." then slams the door. I am not surprised by this. Most mornings are abrupt; as a single mother and the only healer, she hardly has time to visit. I see a chicken fly out of a window and a little girl scream "Jafi!" and try to catch it.
His younger sister Mae, while a magician, has little to no impulse control. This is not the first time she has turned poor Jafi into a chicken. Holding the list of plants, I carefully study it and place it in my pocket. I head out towards the woods, readying myself for another long day of uprooting medicinal plants.
I reach the edge of the forest just as some strange people walk into town. Their stride is graceful and they are probably the most beautiful people I've ever seen. There are two adults and one child who appeared to be around my age. Making a quick decision, I veto my original plans of gathering plants and decide to follow behind the strange people. They talk amongst themselves as they stride down the single road that runs through the only street of our town, their voices sounding like music. I search my memories for anything that might give me a clue to their identity. I quickly scan my brain and the youngest looks at me, startled. Elf a strange voice in my head says. They continue walking until they reach the center of our town.
"Where are you going?" I ask, not necessarily interested in the answer. I asked more because Mr. Hare says that asking elves a question is good luck, that they grant wishes. He also says that horses are conspiring against us; I knew the information was probably faulty, but the worst that can happen is nothing.
He stops i walks towards me and motions towards the others to come over. He says something I don't understand. I do a quick scan of my knowledge. With a little prodding, I pull the language out of my head. For some reason that has been unknown to me for my entire life, if I concentrate hard on knowing something I know it. With my new knowledge, I speak a greeting in their language. Then the tallest, a black haired, purple-eyed elf, looks at me again, even more startled.
"What is your name?" he says in the strange language.
"Dae, and who are you?" I say in their tongue.
They just stand there, silently staring at me with incredulous, startled looks. It was actually getting kind of funny.
"Okatr," replies the elf with the long black hair. He seems male, but I can't tell. "She is Groa." he says, gesturing towards the elf with short green hair. "He is Rekkr." he says, finally gesturing towards the younger elf. "Does your town have a mayor?"
"No." I reply, "No one wants to be mayor. Why?"
"We are searching for more riders. A few of the dragon eggs refuse to hatch for those in the city. What would be the best way to gather the people here to have them all touch the eggs?" said Okatr.
"Probably waiting for tomorrow, for Sunday. Most of the farmers from outside of town don't come into town until Sunday. They only come in for church and Sunday trading." I said.
"That will be fine. We will wait." They begin to walk away.
"Hello? I am here right now. I can try to hatch one." I said. What am I, chopped liver? I'm already here...
They each carried a pack. Groa removes her pack, opens it, removes something, and holds out a strange, round object. It was silvery-orange in color and had no blemishes. It was perfectly round, and had white webbing covering it like a light spiderweb covering it. The silvery orange reflection of my face and made it appear as if I was on fire. I felt drawn to it, and I carefully placed my index finger on the surface. Something drives me to snatch the thing out of the elf's hands and cradle it. It vibrated for a few seconds and rocked, a scratching sound coming from within. Then, with a large pop, a tiny, silver head popped out. Its scales reflected things the same way the egg had. The head was about an inch long, and it had a lizard's body with tiny, beautiful, silvery wings on its back.
I reached out with my right hand and the second I touched it, burning, prickling pain shot up my arm. I vaguely remember falling, sheltering my dragon from the fall.
I wake up in my bed, my family and the strange elves standing around me. In panic, I realize my dragon wasn't with me. "Where is she?!" I say bolting up in bed. The little silver dragon lay curled at the foot of my bed, staring down the elves hovering in the corner of the room. Sitting there, I realize I had referred to her as a she.
Calling upon my new knowledge of the strange language, I was drawn to a certain word. A word for silver, but not arget. Silfr. it was extremely close to silver, but... no matter.
"Silfr." I say lovingly down at my dragon. My dragon. That will do. Says my tiny, winged creature into my mind, trying to act as regal as her little body allows. I could feel the legendary bond forming, slowly weaving itself larger with every passing moment. "How did I get from the street to here?" I asked the elves.
"Rekkr carried you. To find your house, we searched for minds similar to yours." Said Okatr. I look at him closer. His Eyes and hair were a silver-blue, his skin just a little paler than normal. He was so beautiful. He wasn't muscular, but something about him let me know he was very strong. He was very tall too.
As I'm pondering the young elf, Jafi bursts through the room patting furiously at a singed place on his shirt that must have caught on fire from something his siblings did. He looks over at me "What's all this I hear about you..." he trails off as he sees Silfr. "Wow." he breathes. "Dae? Is that?..."
"Yep." I say happily.
"But..." he trails off again. He motions towards her. "Can I touch it?" he says.
"That 'it' is a her, and sure." I say.
He walks over and pets Silfr, who has stuck her head up. His hair is a funny yellow color. Silfr says that all in my head, and I can barely contain a giggle.
It's blond, and in desperate need of a cut. See how it's a little past his ears? He won't let us cut it. I am planning to cut it all off in his sleep. I reply.
Silfr continues to look at Jefi, then stares at Rekkr, the elf boy. I like his hair. It's a blue variation of me. She says.
I like his hair too. I say back. Then I look up to see Rekkr grinning and running a hand through his hair.
"You heard that didn't you?" I said to him. He laughed a music like no other, and nodded.
"I don't know what you intended, but don't invade my mind without my permission ever again." he says.
"What do you mean?" I say.
"You broke through my mental defenses and stole..." He drops off as he realizes I have no idea what he is talking about. "Later." he says in the strange tongue.
"My Daughter... A rider..." my mother seems as if she's in another place, not quite with us.
"Why did the dragon choose Dae? I'm more flexible, and far more social." says Area, a 12 year old sister of mine that enjoys nothing more than making me feel as if I was the younger sister, not her. I truly felt badly for her; dragons were never my dream. They were hers.
"Well, the dragon should have chosen me. I'm the cutest! Plus, I can sing." 8 year-old Thalia starts to screech something unintelligible and is quickly silenced by the green elf who muttered a spell, something about silence and a terrible sound. At 8, no one has the heart to tell her that she can't sing.
"How dare you question the great dragon's choice?!" Says the black-haired elf menacingly. He then backs off and his face returns to his formerly stoic expression. Both of my younger sisters ran out of the room whimpering.
"Okatr? They're 12 and 8. Let up." I say. He doesn't seem to know how to respond to that.
"Dae? Can I ask a favor?" My little brother Grytr says quietly.
I look at the 10 year-old boy. "Sure." He's a sweet boy, and I love him to the ends of the earth.
"Can... Can Silfr light my farts on fire?" He says eagerly.
"What?" his question totally catches me by surprise.
"She won't be able to breath fire until she's older." Said Rekkr.
Grytr's face drops. "Ok." he says, then trudges out of the room. My mother, Jefi and I all laugh at the little boy's request and look back at my dragon. My dragon.
My Rider. says Silfr.
"Does this mean you will have to go away?" Jafi says. He looks panicked, like he wasn't quite sure what to do.
"Yes. We will leave with Dae in a week. That will give you time to say your goodbyes. We also need to have the entire town come and touch the other two eggs we have with us. We want these eggs to have every opportunity to hatch." Says the green elf.
"You have more?" I say.
The black-haired elf pulls out a bag and shows me the contents. One egg was a light brown and about the length of my forearm. The other was the deepest blue I had ever seen and about the size of an apple.
"Why are they different sizes?" I ask.
"Different ages of the mothers." Replies Rekkr.
"Can I touch both eggs right now?" Jefi says desparately.
"You may." Says the black-haired elf.
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