I lost this chapter when i was ridding my computer of a virus so this was re done. I might've left some things out.

Istalri made her way back to her tree where she was staying. The whole time she clutched the large, purple, glistening egg Celia and Istalri reached the tenth floor, where Istalri was situated Celia turned to her.

"Would you like me to wait here, so then you may call me if anything occurs?"Celia inquired.

"You may come inside if you like it would be fine with me, plus I would be able to reach you quicker."Istalri replied.

"Thank you"Celia said and entered after Istalri.

Istalri carefully placed the egg upon her bed for the time being. Then uncovered some food she had picked up from yesterdays feast, which she had not attended. There was a salad with an assortment of nuts and berries mixed in and a cup of juice. She offered to share with Celia, who refused claiming to have eaten previously.

So Istalri ate quietly gazing at the beutiful egg, wondering if it was a girl or a boy...She shook her head. Why am I thinking about this it might not even hatch for me!She sighed. What a grand adventure it would be to become a rider and journey to the new home. Her life here in Du Welden Varden was quite boring a lot of the time. Ever since she was born she had dreamt of becoming a rider, though she had'nt thought it possible until Eragon Shadeslayer had revealed that he and Saphira Brightscales, his dragon, had discovered a hundred or so eggs in the old home of the riders, Vroengard, about a year ago.

She was glad she had studied hard so now she was qualified enough to become a rider at her age. Since she was still very young in the elves point of view she had to take a special test in her home town to be able to come and participate in the choosing. The test was mostly magic based, but also contained history and physical combat. She had passed with great scores on all except history. Reading all those scrolls was not really her thing. Though she did enjoy the ones about the riders of old, so she managed a passing grade on that test.

"You really wish to be a rider, do you not?"Celia asked.

"Yes, I feel that my life is not that exciting and I have dreamed of being a rider long before it was even possible for me."Istalri explained.

"Well I have heard you are skilled with your magics, you could always become one of the Queen's respected spellcasters."

"Yes, I suppose so, but truth be told I've always wanted to ride a dragon and to speak with one, so we may share our veiws of the world..."

"You could always talk to Firnen."

"I know, but they say rider and dragon share a special bond, an irreplaceable friendship. It's not the same when the dragon has not chosen you. That's what I believe at least."

"That is probably true, though you should feel honored if a dragon speaks to you, regardless if it has hatched for you or not, Istalri."

"That's true, still I wonder how it might feel."

"Well, you may still find out your time with this egg has not yet ended," Celia smiled,"I wish you the best of luck in having your dream come true."

"Thank you,"Istalri bowed," I shall retire now."

"Of course."Celia replied and bowed in return.

That night Istalri tossed and turned, it took awhile, but eventully she fell into the elves waking dreams. Suddenly a stange noise broke into her dreams. It took her awhile to react, but eventually she awoke fully and peered around her room. It appeared to be a little after midnight. Celia slept on the floot next to the bed. A noise drew her gaze to the table in the corner of the room where she had place the egg on a pillow. She approached it slowly. When the young elf reached the egg she ran her hand over it's smooth blue veined surface. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized there was a little crack in the back.

Could it have fallen and broken?...no it's still upright. That could only mean one thing! It must be! Istalri Quickly proded Celia's mind with hers and Celia rose.

Celia smiled."I do believe your dream has come true. This little dragon is in the pricess of hatching, it will be out shortly. Then you must slowly touch it."

Yes, Istalri remembered, that is how a rider recieves his or her gedwey ignasia, a silvery mark on the hand of a rider.

Suddenly the egg burst open and the two elves had step back to avoid being hit by the purple shards. There in the middle of the broken shells was, a little purple dragon that shone in the moon light. It's eyes were a magnificent saphire blue color, that glittered brightly.

"That was alot of power little one!"Istalri laghed in the elves melodic laugh. The dragon churred at the praise. Slowly she extended her hand. The little dragon stretched out it's head to meet your hand. She thinks she can see a flash as you touch or maybe it's just the searing pain she feesl before passing out, but it feels like there is a bright flash imprinted in her retina. It's painfull, but it's also one of the happiest moments of her life.

To be continued in the next chapter! Hope you enjoyed and tell me what you think!