The Color of Destiny, Du Hjarta Vrangr
Chapter X – Green: The King of Birds
Arya twitched slightly where she stood, Blagden was acting up again, croaking out jokes and puns about dragons nonstop as the elves tried to concentrate on the wind-egg. Eventually Arya commanded him to leave the room, and perch somewhere else. Just before Blagden flew out the young elf Nahli strode in, looking earnestly at Blagden. Addressing Arya first in all of the elven courtesies Nahli asked, "Arya Drottning, may I consult with Blagden a moment?" Arya didn't blink, but she found the question surprising, "Blagden? Why ever would you want to speak with him? He will only tell you riddles, often with insulting answers."
But Nahli was adamant about it, "I know my Queen, but I need to ask if Blagden is the Fethrkonungr mentioned in my dreams." Blagden croaked out a laugh and shook his stark white head, "The egg is rocking like a baby in the day, Fethrkonungr is he and is awaiting the day." Arya widened her eyes, "You! You heard the name of this dragon in a dream? Quick, speak to him, so we may see him hatch!"
~The Lost One~
"We have to start your training immediately, none of us know enough of this prophesy to allow further delays, I know Hjarta is young bu-" The Lost One cut in, "Do not worry about it Eragon-Ebrithil, Hjarta has shown that she can take care of herself, and apparently me as well." Hjarta growled her agreement. Already three feet long was she, and although she wasn't anywhere near big enough to ride, she could now learn to fly and fight. Eragon pursed his lips, but nodded, "Come with me then."
~Nahli~
Nahli scanned the emerald green surface of the egg, its shell was riddled with twisted white lines representing wind. They had no specific pattern, and no gales, hurricanes or tornadoes could be picked out from the complicated design. Feeling slightly nervous that eight elves including their rider queen was watching her, she strode up to it timidly, speaking his name softly. "Fethrkonungr, awaken." And he did, just as Hjarta and Sol before him. But what was this dragon's Wyrd?
~Sol~
"Durned-partner-of-hearth-and-mind, why does he have to be so stone-earth-stubborn?" Thought the young dragon as he continued to follow Bruenor around, like every day before now. Sol chose Bruenor because of the great fire in his heart, but even though he had chosen Bruenor long ago, he could not hatch until the Dwarf spoke his name, which thankfully, he did. Sol did not regret his decision, he found nothing wrong with Bruenor, even if he was overly-stubborn. Sol was privy to Bruenor's deepest thoughts and feelings, so he could live in the dwarf's shadow knowing that deep down, Bruenor loved Sol greatly, and that was enough.
~Fethrkonungr~
The pieces of shell broke apart with ease, how happy he was to be free! And not only was he free, but after thousands and thousands of years he had found the one he was waiting for, the soft-voice-kind-face-elf that he saw through his bright green eye. Fethrkonungr yawned and stretched his wings, suddenly the elf's left hand touched him softly, it was warm and soft. And as the magic imbued within him was released, he knew he had left the swirl-shaped silver mark on her hand. He hummed quietly, feeling like a run after his millennia long nap.