I was lined up at the bi-annual touch of the dragon eggs, where every child over eleven years old came to Ilirea, formerly Uru'baen, where every egg in existence was laid on a table, and you touched each one for a half-minute, then moved on to the next one. I was in line behind Ismira, my best friend. If you are familiar with the tale of Roran Stronghammer , then you know who her parents are. The first egg was of a sea-green color with white streaks, and it was ENORMOUS! Now that there are more books about dragons, I knew that the size of the egg had nothing to do with the hatchling. I laid my hand on top of the egg. Nothing. It proceeded in the same manner until Ismira reached a silvery egg. The egg started to shake, and the elf watching over the silver egg led Ismira and the egg to a different room. I asked the elf at the next egg, this one pale blue, what was happening. She replied with,"Ismira is a Rider now." I gaped realizing what that meant. The silver egg was hatching for her! The line kept moving. Three eggs from the last one, I felt a little surge of magic. The egg was shimmery purple-blue, more purple though, with sapphire-blue streaks. Cracks appeared in the egg, and the elf watching over me escorted me to a chamber.