Ok, so I wrote this awesome intro, and didn't save it. Oh well. I don't own anything you recognize and/or anything you don't recognize that is still from the inheritance cycle. Here we go again...
I stood on tiptoes, looking over the heads of my peers with ease. My tall frame did have it's advantages. The dragon eggs sat on a bed of silk like giant gemstones. Overkill, I thought, Silk? Really? They're just eggs... I sighed. My friend Mikayla muttered to me,
"This blows," I nodded fervently. Looking over everyone's heads again, I estimated we still had about a half-hour to go. I was starting to wish that someone would get chosen, even if it wasn't me, just so I wouldn't have to suffer. Then again, there was three eggs... I exchanged pained looks with Mikayla before pulling out a bag of dice. We sat down on the dusty earth, heedless of our simple dresses, and started playing a dice game, scooting up the road every so often as the line moved. I was just trying to wheedle Mikayla into playing for keeps with her beautiful bone dice when the boy in front of me was waved on. I scrambled to my feet, scooping up my dice and wipeing my grubby hands on my even grubbier dress. I gave a small curtsy to the elf behind the table. She looked at me up and down, and I could sense her disapproval.
"Touch each of the eggs with one hand. Wait until my instruction to move on to the next." I nodded and dusted off my hands, having failed to do so on my dress. I reached out to the first egg, an orange-brown like the leaves in fall. I touched the surprisingly smooth surface. It was warm from sitting in the sun all day, and rather than watch the egg for signs of movement, I watched the magicions on either side of the elven woman. They had their eyes closed, probing the egg for any sign of a hatching. They opened their eyes and exchanged a look with the elf.
"Move on to the next, please" She said, and I felt disapointment stabbing at my lungs. However, I did as she ordered and touched the next one, a royal purple so gorgeous that I touched it as little as possible, afraid of soiling it. I was so absorbed in the color, I forgot about being nervous until the elven women stood up. I jerked my hand back, afraid I did something wrong, until I noticed she was smiling. I was wondering why that could be when she called out, not loud but commanding.
"Hail, the new dragon rider!" The whole village froze before repeating "Hail!" Some reacted faster than others, resulting in an echoing effect that was more awkward then impressive. My thoughts were stumbling over each other like rocks in a river as the vibrant egg was dumped in my arms. I strained to hold it, as it was nearly as big as my whole torso. I was pushed up to the green dragon that I hadn't noticed lying behind the table. The two assistants heaved me up into a molded leather saddle, and the elf shoved the two eggs into saddlebags and then vaulted up into the saddle in front of me. She turned, and I caught a wild smile.
"I'm Arya," She greeted. The dragon moved underneath us, a living hill.
I am Firnen, The dragon greeted me in her mind.
"I-I'm, uh, I'm M-Melinda." My tongue couldn't seem to form the words. My parents gazed at me, standing out from the crowd as though pinned there with a spotlight. They looked proud, but their features were tinged with sadness. My mouth formed a silent sentence as Firnen took off, huge wings blowing grass back. In two flaps we were airbourne, but the sadness in my parents' faces remained in my mind as though stamped there.
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