It was early. The first pink of the sunrise was touching the clouds. In contrast with the sunrise was a dark speck in the sky. With speed much faster than a bird the speck grew larger. Now a long tail and two giant wings were discernable. And then the creature folded its wings and began a magnificent dive, plummeting through the air. At the last second, the wings snapped open again to let the great beast glide to the ground. Now it could be seen that this being was a large as a house. But even more peculiar than the creature, was the fact that there was something climbing down off its back.
It was an elf or so it seemed to be. He stood at least a head taller than a man, with a fair angled face and long hair; his most striking features however, were his bright green eyes. He stopped and looked at the dragon, for that is the only thing you can call a great winged lizard, and said aloud, "I don't like it here, it has a bad feeling all around it." The dragon blew a puff of smoke out of it nostrils as if to aggeree. The elf swept his gaze all around the clearing, searching for something. At last he found it, a cave concealed by bushes. Not knowing what to expect, he pushed the brambles aside and entered the cave. Once inside he lifted his left hand and said "gora." Immediately a tiny light appeared and hovered over his palm. Then it bobbed forward, growing brighter the whole time. The elf was amazed at what he saw. Arranged on the floor in front of him in a neat circle were six eggs the size of his head. He knew that what he found would one day revive the lost legacy of the dragon-riders.