Hi!
This chapter has two parts. This is because the second POV (Greenie the dragon egg) was way too short to make a sensible chapter of its own. Greenie, as he is somewhat stunted in his thoughts, writes in short sentences with limited vocabulary. This is deliberate, not me writing very badly... :)
I hope you enjoy the first Murtagh and Greenie POVs of this story. I have just come back from a mini two/ three-day holiday, so I feel this might be a bit rushed. Never mind though..
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(Murtagh POV)
Jealousy overcomes my senses as my wife slips quietly out of the door, a heavy cloak clasped over her night-gown.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, maybe a little too brusquely. She jumps in surprise, a glint of fear in her dark eyes. "Where were you going?"
"Forgive me, my highness." She replies almost sarcastically, a smirk on her lips. A clever remark is sure to come... "I was only attending to my duties."
"In the middle of the night?" I chuckle quietly, ignoring her reaction. "You really expect me to believe that?"
"Actually, I do. It is the truth after all." Pausing for a moment, she chooses her words carefully as not to displease. "Arya Shadeslayer and her dragon, for she is now a Rider, have arranged to meet me in the Great Hall tonight."
The smirk is wiped off my face as the information sinks in. Stumbling, I mutter; "Arya... a Rider? I... I suppose..."
"Just because she is an elf, and a high-born rival of yours, doesn't mean that she does not deserve to be a Rider."
"I'm sorry." I dip my head, and she hovers by the door. "Nasuada?"
"I must be on my way... elves are not the most patient of creatures."
"Or, by personal experience, the most timely..."
"I am Queen, and I keep all my promises. Farewell, dear husband."
Straightening up, she strides away regally, the cloak billowing around her slight form. And as her footsteps fade away, I have, once again, the strange and worrying feeling that has been haunting me for many days.
I will not be seeing my wife again for a long while.
(Greenie POV)
I wait in my prison. It fells like a prison, but I know it is my egg. An egg of dancing-emerald-light. An egg of protection and frustration.
An egg that I must kill to have my freedom. My first enemy. The egg.
I hate the egg. It keeps me here until I choose my partner-of-my-mind-and-soul. But I do not want one. I am different to the others who have come before me... I am new. A new dragon. Yes, that is what I am.
Experienced but new.
And my Rider will be the same.
Experienced but new.
I like those words. They are good. This is because they are my name, but not just any name. The right name.
The true name.