I decided to recreate this story, but sure how it will go, but i'm gonna try.
I was walking through my home, the forest, Ellesméra, towards some of the more ancient parts. I had been exploring old temples and battlefields for a year now, and there was one place left to go: The ancient hatchery's. Queen Arya had asked my to do this. it was a scary job, with all the terrifying creatures that dwelled within. But it was my duty to follow the queens orders. I was 24, which to a human would be grown, but for an elf, a mere child. As I got nearer to the old hatchery's, I felt something. something was calling to me, asking for help. and yet, there wasn't a sound on the wind. I sped up my pace, finally finding the hatchery. I walked inside. there were broken eggshells everywhere. I walked around, and then I heard it again. Something was seeking my presence. I looked around and found a tunnel that lead deeper into the hatchery. I followed it until I found myself in a large room with a blood red dragon egg in the center. Wait... No way! I went up to the dragon egg, with sat on a pedestal, and read a plaque that was on it. It read:
This is the only offspring of the dragon Bid'Daum
The first dragon to have a rider
May the one who finds this egg use it for good
-Eragon
I reached toward the egg and touched it. A light touch, and yet a light touch can do many things. It can create the most beautiful art, sculpt the most beautiful statue. Or hatch a dragon egg. The egg started rocking back and forth, back and forth. finally it fell to the ground and smashed to pieces, revealing a baby dragon the color of blood. I picked it up and caressed it. I felt a burn on my hands, but did not mind. I was holding the most wonderful creature I had ever seen. I could now go to the island of the dragon riders, train with them and become a great swordsman!
And yet, I didn't want that.
No I wanted to raise this little guy on my own, without help from experts. And so when I walked out, I called my friend, an elven horse, as other races called it. A simple name. I climbed on her back and rode to my home city. I had my dragon on my shoulder. I finally arrived at the palace and rushed in. Queen Arya looked shocked to see the dragon an my shoulder.
"Oh my! We must get you to the island of the dragon riders immediatly!" She said before rushing intio a standing position and ready to call her dragon.
"Wait, my Queen. Please don't send me there. Please, let me stay here and train with you! I could never leave this place! Please, train me yourself! be strict about it, anything but sending me there!" I pleaded. She hesitated, which surprised me. I was sure she was definitely going to say no.
"Alright, but be prepared. You will get a harder time from me than from Eragon." She said. I jumped around happily, like a child. Then I went home, happy as could be.
I took my dragon home with me and showed him my house. I put him in my bedroom and gave him meat to keep him quiet. I dug through my and took a pencil and paper. I drew my new dragon in great detail. I was considered a skilled drawer, even for an elf. It was all about practice, just like any other skill. I smiled at my work then went to bed.
This is definitely better than the last one.