Hatching
The boy stared at it, the cyan coloured egg with the white veins running through it, it was beautiful. The man behind him snatched the egg away from him, but it had started to wobble. Carefully, the man gave it back to him, and the boy rocked it while cracks appeared. A head poked out, covered in sticky goo. Soon the dragon broke free of its egg, and the boy reached a tentative hand out. As soon as his palm touched the dragon, an ice cold sensation that tingled and snapped ran through his body. People gasped and he sighed with happiness. The man whisked him away onto a horse named Snowfire and at a supernatural speed, they galloped from Teirm to Ellesmera.
On a normal horse, this journey would take about twenty days, but with the horses enhanced speed, it took just five. He gasped in wonder as tall sturdy trees bent down to greet him. The dragon snorted as he threw some dried meat at it.
"You had better find out if that dragon is a he or she, and search for a name for her. It would be humiliating if the elves found out that you have a dragon with no name." Haldthin said, for the boy had learnt the name of his protectors, the other being Tunivor.
"But I have no idea how to decide which gender it is! Or what name I should call it!" he blurted out.
I am a she.
The boy looked at his dragon with wonder.
"It is a she," he said.
"There was Miremel, Jura, Lenora, Opheila, Vervada, Saphira, Agaravel, Nithring and many more." Tunivor said.
The boy contemplated on Miremel, but it was the name of a brown dragon.
"How about Agaravel?" he asked.
No.
"Nithring?"
No.
Then the boy recalled the name Lenora.
"What do you think about Lenora?"
I like it, it is a fitting name for a dragon like me. And I most certainly could not take the name of my mother, Saphira.
"Then your name will be Lenora." He announced.
The dragon crowed in agreement. Suddenly, there was a thud, which was followed by another. The boy ran to a tree to hide, Lenora following him. The two elves laughed at their fear and called out in unison:
"Greetings Arya Drottning and Fírnen, we have come with the new rider and his dragon."
The boy cautiously stepped out from his hiding place and as Lenora saw Fírnen, she flew towards him and nuzzled the crook of his neck.
He snorted in acknowledgement.
Greetings my daughter.
Greetings father.
The boy glanced from one to the other, and then to the beautiful woman on top of him as the realization hit him…