Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or The Inheritance Cycle. They belong to their respective owners. I created Zoey and the plot.

Chapter 7

It was light. Zoey had to be well rested by now. It was silly that I had forgotten how much sleep humans needed. Zoey probably needed more than normal from her time wandering in the forest lost. This long trip was not going to help her. However, once we get to Ellesméra she would be able to get all the sleep she wanted.

How am I going to explain her to the queen? She will not like that I chose to bring her. But what else was I to do? I could not leave her in the forest, she would die. I could not take her to the nearest human town. They are different from her. They will not understand where she came from. And what if Galbatorix found out how to get to this United States, he would just terrorize them too. No, the best option was to safely bring her to Ellesméra.

I stiffly sat up and grabbed my bag. Wait a minute. It was lighter than it should be. I hurriedly opened the bag. It wasn't empty. No it was far worse. The egg had hatched. After seventy years, it had hatched. But to who? Oh no.

I jumped up, which startled the waking up Fäolin and Glenwing.

"Where is it?" I asked them panicked.

"Where is what?" They were picking up on my distress.

"The egg has hatched!" They jumped out of their beds.

"Who did it hatch to?" Fäolin asked.

"How am I supposed to know?" I exclaimed.

"The girl! Zoey." Glenwing had realized something. "She is the only new person in the group and she has to be about the right age to ten for an egg."

I rushed to the tent as Fäolin spoke. "But she isn't from here. How could she be tied into the spell?" She was not there. Where could she be?

"Fäolin," Glenwing criticized. "The spell wasn't limited to humans just in Alagaësia. Humans were just added."

I looked around and finally saw her. She was lying on the ground by a tree. The baby dragon was sleeping by her side. "There she is."

We all walked over to them. The dragon stirred and turned. She opened her blue eyes and looked at us. She was beautiful. She was a deep, yet bright, blue. Her scales were tiny pebbled sized plates. They reflected the streaming light from the canopy. She was the first dragon to be born in a hundred years. She was the only one female left.

Glenwing approached them slowly and gently picked Zoey up. I stooped down and picked the baby dragon up with shaking hands. She wiggled and tried to get back to Zoey. I followed Glenwing as he carried Zoey to the camp and laid her down on a blanket. I set the dragon down beside her.

"There is a new dragon and dragon rider." Fäolin stated with awe as he followed.

I looked at Zoey's palms to confirm this. Her right palm had a silver burn: the gedwëy ignasia. There was a new dragon rider; she was a human from a different world. Oh, mother was not going to like this.