The Choosing
Thoron charged out the door and jumped on the horse. He pulled on the rains and sent his black horse Mor galloping, he turned around and waved to his parents as they waved back. "Good luck son!" They shouted. He rode into the path and then onto the main rode. It was a small trip to Furnost, since his farm was just on the outskirts. He rode on into the village square where all the people were crowded around waiting for the arrival of the riders.
The wind pushed the people back as the large dragons heroically dived to the ground and landed to make a big entrance. The people were in awe as the three magnificent dragon riders hopped off their dragons. They carried a large sack filled with three eggs, the riders were well heavily armed guarding the eggs while their dragons split up and kept close contact. The security had to be tight, encase someone tried to steal an egg. The riders wore Elvin armour and held the riders sword. There were two elves and one human they all by the looks of it were in their late teens. (I'm not sure whether in the book that elves lived forever and only died if they were physically hurt or they just live regular years. So ill just go with regular years) They placed the eggs on a table and started allowing one child in at time. The person would walk up to each separate egg and touched it for five seconds. If he or she was not chosen, he or she would walk on to the next egg or leave.
Thoron waited for an hour, till there were only 5 people ahead of him. There was not a single flash of light. It wasn't weird though, it was common for humans to never get picked, especially in such a small town like Furnost. There was only one person who was ever chosen in Furnost. His name was Anga. The day he set off for his training he was shot down by a bunch of urgals, and dropped his egg into the depths of Tudosten. It was never found. Now it was his turn to try and get chosen. He stepped in front of the table, where there sat a green, white and red egg. There were veins all around them. They were so elegant and beautiful.
Thoron stepped up to the green egg and placed his hand firmly on it; he concentrated and tried to focus on being chosen. But nothing happened. So he walk on to the white egg a bit discouraged but still believing that he could be chosen. He placed his hand on the white egg and waited, but again nothing happened. Feeling even more discouraged he walked on to the last egg. The red egg sat there shining in the sunlight. Thoron stood there for a second starring at the egg. Almost like he knew it would be the one. He concentrated very hard and placed his hand gently over the smooth shining egg. Then there was a great flash of light. He had been chosen. Happiness overwhelmed him. The oldest looking elf walked up to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Congratulations, like many others you have been chosen to fulfill the duty of dragon rider. Now gather your stuff and bring it to our camp."
Thoron gently picked up his red dragon egg and brought it over to the rider's camp where he had also placed his other stuff. There he sat in thought as the rest of the people went through the line up and without success walked on home.
When everyone had finished and gone home the rider's fitted Thoron with the proper clothes and armour. They also gave him a well made Elvin short sword and a shield. Then he put on his dragon medallion, he attached his daggers sheath to his belt and placed his bow and arrows on his back. He put his robe over his armour knowing it would be cold up high on a dragon and he sold his leathers at a nearby shop, encase he might need the money.
He gently placed his red egg in his bag and jumped on the older elf's dragon. The older elf's name was Durion, the other elf's name was Beriadan and the humans name was Lor.
I had to ask permission of course from both the rider and the dragon to mount him. The dragon was green, it was very large almost the size of a house. Beriadan's dragon was a bit smaller and was a grey colour and Lors dragon was black and the size was a bit bigger then a horse. Lor was still undergoing training at Ellesmera, but since they needed an extra guard for transporting the eggs they sent him.
The dragons jumped into the air flying 50 feet before they had spread out their wings. Thoron felt queasy at first, but then got used to the altitude. They had to get to Ellesmera as fast as they could so when the egg hatched the baby dragon would be safe and able to be brought up well with the proper nutrients. It was a 3 day fly across the Hadarac desert into Ellesmera.
The rider's plan was to journey straight across the desert, stopping only to make camp when it was to dark or an emergency. On the first day they had managed to make it on the outskirts of the desert where they had to immediately stop. "MY EGG IS HATCHING!" Thoron yelled. "Quick let's find a good place to make camp" Durion ordered. The dragons swooped down to the best resting place they could find. They all gathered around as they watched the beautiful egg crack and they watched as a tiny head poked out and stared at them. Then the dragon managed to crack the rest of the egg and walk. Then curiously Thoron stuck his hand out to touch it. Durion grinned as a blast of fiery energy shot up through Thoron's arm.
