A/N: I've decided to rewrite this story because the old one kinda sucked. It will probably be some time until the next chapter is up because it's really busy now with exams and all. Reviews are welcome, till next time!

"Eragon - elda, the egg couriers are here to see you."

"Good. Tell them to come in."

Cedric's eyes glowed for a few moments, then in a bright flash of yellow light, two Riders tumbled into the office. One was short, with a red beard that grew to his waist and an axe strapped to his back. The other was twice his height, slanted eyes and angular features that clearly marked him as elf-kind. The elf was getting up from the floor, brushing dust off of himself and doing his best to maintain his dignity.

"You should have let me cast the teleportation spell. Whenever you try to teleport us, I end up sprawled on the ground!" he complained to his companion.

"Well I'm sorry Calwen, but you were taking too long to get ready, and we couldn't keep ebrithil waiting, could we?" the dwarf argued back. The two kept up their childish banter until they were interrupted by a bout of coughing from Cedric.

"Oh, right, urm, sorry," the dwarf apologised, his face turning the same colour as his beard.

Cedric raised an eyebrow at the both of them. "I'll just be taking my leave then. Till next time, ebrithil, Calwen, Irvin," he said, nodding to each of them. He raced up to the window and jumped out. The three still in the office watched as a small white hawk soared away from the tower, catching the warm updrafts that would take it to the Dragon Keep.

Cedric having exited the room, Calwen and Irvin turned to their ebrithil, who was seated at his simple wooden desk.

"So, uh, ebrithil, we've a report for you," Irvin informed the Grand Master, fingering the ends of his braided beard. He was still discomfited by the Second's chiding.

Eragon smiled. "Do you now? May I see it?" he asked

Calwen produced a rolled-up parchment from his tunic, with the Rider's seal stamped on to the paper. He passed the document to Eragon, who deftly spread the paper out on his desk.

"Thank you, you have both done an excellent job. Take the day off, then go visit the hatchery. Alduin and Eo have recently given us two of their eggs," Eragon told them.

The two egg-couriers bowed. "Of course, ebrithil. We shall be off, then." And so they disappeared in another flash of light.

Eragon yawned, rolling the slightly yellowed parchment out flat again. Squinting, he did his best to decipher Irvin's signature scrawled handwriting.

10th week of Autumn, 8251 AC.

In the fifth week of autumn this year, Calwen and I made the trip to Osilon as part of our usual circuit around Alagaësia. Following protocol, we presented the three eggs to a large gathering of seven-and-fifty young elven hopefuls. The orange and green eggs did not hatch, but when we reached the fifth-and-twenty elf, the purple egg instantly grew warm under her touch.

The egg hatched a mischievous light purple dragon a few hours later. The elf girl is named Lorelei, while her dragon has not given herself a name yet. We sent them to Ellesmera with a detachment of guards from the city the next day. According to the girl, she is only seven-and-thirty years of age, and was born in the capital. She moved to Osilon when she was of age, though her parents remain in Ellesmera. She is intelligent and quick on her feet, but that is to be expected of all elves.

Having passed through all the elven cities, we moved on to the human cities, specifically the Spine settlements. None of the eggs hatched for the first few towns we visited.

In the seventh week of autumn, we arrived in Teirm. The orange egg hatched for a human girl named Clara. She was scared to touch the egg at first, but after a bit of encouragement she finally had the courage to make contact with it. She asked Calwen many questions about our Order, not all of which we could answer. The girl is obviously a curious one, and Calwen thinks she has potential. He took her personally to Ellesmera as it would be too far and too dangerous by horseback (She is only seven years of age.) Her dragon has named himself Miles.

I was shocked to find that just another two weeks later, while visiting Aberon, the third and final egg, a green, hatched as well, for a feisty, fair-haired girl named Mar. This is only the second time in my egg-couriering assignment that all the eggs in one batch have hatched in the same year. Mar's dragon has not given herself a name yet either. I brought the girl to Ellesmera a few days later after she had packed and said her farewells.

All three new Riders are now under the tutelage of our representative in Ellesmera, Quil Jaspersson, until they and their dragons are strong enough to make the flight to New Vroengard. I reconvened with Calwen at the city and we decided to return to Vroengard to get more eggs.

We expect the three Riders to arrive at New Vroengard in about a month's time.

Signed,

Irvin Kvistorsson, Rider of Murray Strongclaw

Eragon rubbed his eyes, having strained them reading the nearly illegible report.

"Interesting… I wonder if there is a pattern to the hatching…" he murmured to himself.

The Grand Master rolled the parchment back up, placing it on the shelf against the left wall, before hurrying out of the room. His students would be growing impatient.