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Chapter three: starlight
Kyrie found herself walking through the familiar forests of her home, in Ellesmera, however not all seemed right. A strong layer of mist clung to the atmosphere, clouding the vision of even her storm gray, Elven eyes.
Only being able to see several feet ahead of her the young elf, continued to walk at a brisk pace towards what must be the edge of the forest, where she could hear a constant thudding in the air, and once close enough felt her ears pop.
Soon, Kyrie came into a large clearing, big enough to host a dragon! And Kyrie knew this, because coming to a landing before her was the giant sapphire dragon Saphira in all her glory!
The small elf straightened to her full height of only five feet and performed the formal greeting amongst the elves. She was so caught up in the beauty of the great blue dragoness, that she did not notice her companion until it touched her palm.
Upon feeling the contact, Kyrie looked down just in time to see a tiny silver hatchling, staring at her longingly, when a sharp unbearable burning, tore through her entire being, emanating from the area, the dragonling had nudged.
Kyrie woke from her waking dreams with a start, the memory of intense burning tingling on her palm. She tied to remember her recent dream, but found that memory was lost to her, hovering just beyond her reach.
Outside she heard hushed voices and a steady thud. Thud. Thud.
With a jolt Kyrie remembered that it had been two days ago now, that queen Arya had announced her audience with the leader of riders; Eragon kingkiller.
Instinctively she knew that Saphira must have finally arrived with the three eggs. Quickly brushing her shoulder length, fire red hair out of her eyes and pinning it behind her ear, she pulled on a rough green tunic, in the fashion of eleven make and rushed to join the crowd.
Behind a large cluster of thirty or so elves, stood the massive bulk that was Saphira. She stood In a remarkably huge clearing that must have been sung overnight, as it surely was not there before. But Kyrie had seen it before. Hadn't she?
Before further deliberation was possible, the stunning queen and her great emerald dragon also descended into the clearing and the emerald clad Queen wasted no time in addressing there guest,
"Greetings Saphira! You have made excellent progress and deserve to rest. However, we have not the time to waste and the hatching must be held as soon as possible. I suggest that you go with Firnen and he will show you where you can rest. I will send for you immediately, when te hatching is to begin. Is this agreeable?"
After a long stretch of silence in which Kyrie could only assume that it was the dragon's turn to speak, the clearing erupted in loud noise and unbearable pressure as the two dragons beat there wings, and left for dwellings unknown.
The crowd was ordered to disperse, whilst the queen and her personal assistants prepared for the hatching. Kyrie left immediately and walked at a slow leisurely pace through Ellesmera. Even having lived there all her life, she still took in the endless beauty everywhere she went. The trees sung into spiraling houses, the animals that roamed wild, as if there was no city at all. Ellesmera was truly a place of splendor, and Kyrie would never want to leave.
Even in a place of such beauty however, the young elf still new of a place, better.
She continued to walk until the buildings grew more, and more infrequent until she was at the edge of the great Elven city. Slowly she walked eastward until she was only around half a mile out of the city's border and came into a small clearing.
A thin flowing stream coursed trough the centre, surrounded by mid-length vibrant green grass. Flowers of all colors, decorated the edges of the clearing and the side of stream was littered with glittering stones, reflecting the sunlight, that was first reflected from the water. Four feet from the stream, was a noticeable indent in the grass, the exact shape and size, of Kyrie's small backside.
This stream is where she had come to meditate, every day for the last twenty years, and as she sat to do so once more, she could not escape the feeling of finality. A feeling that she may never see this place again.
Slowly her breathing slowed and mind relaxed, as he reached out to her surroundings, feeling the minds and souls of all those around her. Thousands of small, bright lights in the stream alone.
Slowly and completely unintentionally, the young elf allowed her conciseness to drift into that of a small bird, residing the highest branch of an oak tree at the edge of the clearing. Through its eyes, she saw herself sitting, unmoving. Fear swelled in her - no in the birds heart at the thought of the tall-dangerous-twolegs below.
Choosing not to remain a second longer, they spread there wings as one, and dived into the clearing, instinctively, snatching an earthworm from the dark soil by the stream, and flying, fast as lightning away from Ellesmera.
As the bird - now identified as a sparrow gained more, and more distance from the stream, Kyrie could feel there bond lessen. Slowly, she returned to her own mind and opened her eyes. Naturally her thoughts turned to the sky, where she took note of the suns position in the sky; it was nearly invisible, marking the end of the day.
The lone elf, let her thoughts flow once more, as she realized that she had been out there for several hours and may have even missed the hatching. As excited as she was however to see the birth of a new dragon and rider, she could not help but linger and allow her thoughts to dwell on the raven.
Oh what it must be like to just, spread ones wings and fly. Fly to wherever the wind takes you.
A foreign conscience broke her from her thoughts, and she instinctively threw up her mental shields, as her mother had once taught her.
It was several long minutes, before Kyrie recognized, the prodding against her mind and allowed her mental image of giant wings to fade.
Immediately she felt her brothers mind clash into hers and he spoke excitedly. Kyrie! Where are you? The hatching is about to begin and you must hurry, if you don't want to miss it!
The still startled red head replied, quick and sharp. Very well then Byrin, but if you ever try to lodge yourself into my head like that again, I promise I will give you a permanent migraine!
Knowing full well that Kyrie was the better of the two when it came to mind wrestling, he cautiously backed down, sending apologetic images, a he left her conscience.
Allowing a bright flawless white smile to cover her face at the thought of a possible new Elven rider, Kyrie launched herself into the forest and sprinted with Speed that, few elves could match, directly into the heart of Ellesmera, where she could feel the conscience of every elf in Duweldenvarden. Apart from a few elders, that were too old to leave there dwellings, the entire Elven race had made the journey to see the hatching.
Breaking into the centre of town too fast, the small elf girl, stumbled and fell straight through the crowd, landing directly at the feet of Queen Arya and her dragon Firnen! The elf queen did not look angry merely amused. Kyrie picked herself up as she allowed her gaze to drift.
Beside the great emerald dragon stood three, tall, stone pedestals. One silver, one sea green and one a deep, blood red. Atop these pedestals resides, three eggs, each matching the color of its resting place.
Behind them lounged the huge bulk that was Saphira; the future queen of dragons amongst the order of riders.
Oddly with all of the great dragons glory, she could not hold Kyrie's gaze. She was drawn to stare at the centre egg; the smallest of the three and starlight silver in color.
She was stunned. Rooted in place and unable to move her eyes let alone her legs.
She was vaguely aware of the proceedings around her, Arya calling one elf after, another each of them touching all three eggs, with no response. After what seemed like only minutes, but could only have been hours with the amount, of disappointed elves, Kyrie's name broke through the silence.
She was snapped from her trance and walked forwards, completely ignoring the two eggs on her right and left, one of mid-size, a mystical sea green, with white flecks, and one oddly large, a deep blood red, bordering on black.
As the small elf, lifted the bright silver egg onto her palms, she instinctively raised it above her head, and the entire crowd watched in stunned silence, as a large resounding crack echoed through the night and the egg split down the middle.