Disclaimer: I do not own the general idea of dragon riders and all the stuff Christopher Paolini made up. I do own my own characters but I don't want any $$$ off this. Just want

to have fun.

Prologue

The long procession of people moved slowly. There were hundreds of people in the market place, and she was just another face in the crowd. She was dressed as a young boy, not

rich, but not a urchin. Every man and boy in the city were in the market place today, all awaiting to have their turn. All wanting the same thing. It was a young boys dream, to be

chosen. And it was hers. She might not have been a boy, but she was just as determined to try to see if she was chosen. The line went on for hours, until finally, it was her turn. She

saw it now. They had said this one was special. It was silver. No other egg had been silver before. This one was different. The light from the setting sun glanced off the smooth

surface. She stared at it for a full minute before one of the guards said, "Hurry up, please."

Of course, they were in a hurry, but the egg had her full attention. She finally placed her finger on it's shell. This was the first dragon egg she had ever touched, but she felt the

energy running from it to her. Both of her hands covered it's shiny surface as she imagined the little creature inside.

"Listen, we have about twenty more people and then times up, could you please hurry it up?"

She barely heard the guard rushing her on, she had her eyes closed and her face gently pressed against the egg, listening for the slightest sound or the slightest movement.

"Ok, next."

That brought her back to her senses. She released the egg, returning to her normal self, feeling all the power draining back to where it had come. She turned to walk away when the

guard stopped her.

"You, you're a woman."

"Yes, I am," she replied steadily. "I wanted to see if I could be a dragon rider, is there something wrong with that?"

"No woman have ever been dragon riders and- ," the man was cut short. Behind him something started squeaking. The sound was coming from the egg.