The story Of Selene
I can't help but feel humbled as the egg lay in the center of the great hall, Hundreds of elves gather on the outskirts of the great hall. By all rights, my parents should be here, watching me. But I have no idea if this is true, I was abandoned by my parents when I was only a month into this world. No one has bothered to claim me as theirs and I have given up on ever finding them. It is just too impossibly daunting a task, All I have left of them is an old fairth of them together standing, my mother holding me and my father looking with pride at us both. But that is all I have, no names, no references. It's just impossible. But I should pay attention, the new dragon might hatch for someone in ellesmerella. There are only fifty elves left in front of me, waiting for their turn to offer themselves to the new dragon as a rider.
Twenty and five elves remain.
Ten and five elves.
Five elves.
One elf.
My legs shake as I gaze upon the Teal and Black egg. It's brittle shell shone in the natural light, flooding through the windows. The egg has a almost magnetic pull, urging me to walk forward. One more step and I will be almost touching the shiny, fragile shell . And I gently move the palm to rest against the shell. I have only ever toughed three eggs in my life, but none were warm. This teal and Black egg pulsated against my hand as it radiated warmth. A jolt of pain runs from my hand, up my arm and down my spine, knocking me to the ground. I jump away from the strange thing but My body is no longer in pain, a flood of warmth, light and joy engulfs me. The egg begins to rock back and forth, it shakes violently until a small black muzzle bursts through the thin shell, followed by a teal head. The little one chirps at me, as if it is reprimanding me for not helping it escape. The small dragon wriggles around until there is a sickening snap and it's shell shatters on the wood floor beneath the wooden pedestal which the creature sits proudly upon. Boasting in the little accomplishment of breaking the shell. The poor thing is covered in slime, "We need a blanket!" I call as the little dragon begins to shiver. And a thought occurs to me, IT HATCHED FOR ME! I feel the bizarre urge to jump around and sing. My dragon growled at me this time, it shook like a leaf.
Julien, my partner, handed me a blanket with a sad smile. I wrapped the bulky blanket around the little Dragon as he sneezed. "Hey there little one, I am Selene, your rider." And then a raspy thin voice broke into my mind. Selene. Its eyes remained transfixed on me while it snuggled deeper into the blanket. It's eyes drifted shut slowly and it slept, warm, safe and Dry. I was almost sure he was out like a light, his eyes snapped open and his voice, distinctly male drifted into my mind as he chirped. FOOD.