The Prophecy of the 21 Fates.

Chapter 3: Choosing of Riders

             When i wake up the next day Izlanzadi tells me "You need to head to the square there is an egg ceremony and from what I heard you are of age this year. Go maybe you are meant to be a Rider" The laugh I give is a good one "Im terrible, besides im sure my family would berate me how I dont deserve to be there." This switched something in her as she replied "My parents werent happy when I married Evandar. They knew by his side I could help our people the most. However Evandar is a breath of fresh air to the older elves of our race. My parents did not understand that serving my people and being Queen both are crucial to our future as a race. The Elves can not remain impractical to politics outside our realms we must win allegiances with the other races." This information would make my parents jump with glee. She then replies "I know many do not like the strides Evandar is taking with the other races but we cannot lay idle should a new threats arise." Then as if on final cue "Go do not let Elven politics dictate your life, go be free."
I  wear a green shirt and black pants and head to the forest as fast as I can. A sunny day after a storm in Sílthrim is of unique beauty. The lake shimmers rainbow hues and swirls as the elves kayak to the other side to find plants to prepare faelnirv. The small children looking from the docks. The tree city looking in sync with its surroundings. When I arrive to the hall I see various people in line and at the head of it stand Rezlo and Draven. When Rezlo sees me come in he starts. "Hello my fellow Elves I am here today with Draven to ensure that the hatching of the dragons and whoever they chose is respected and not interfered. It is essential that who ever is chosen a rider makes a proper bond with their intended dragon. Behind me lie 7 eggs all awaiting for their riders. Some have waited longer than others and most will keep on waiting. Now everybody will touch the eggs and wait a minute per egg. If you arent chosen by the egg you move on, there will be no hold ups in this line. My fellow egg curiers will enforce their strength to remove you should you cause a disturbance. You may proceed."
With a flick of his wrist 7 white cloths fly upward and reveal 7 gorgeous eggs. The first one Black as coal, the second Turquoise, the third Teal, the fourth Gold as if polished brilliantly, the fifth dark wine red, the 6th liquid silver, and the last and most familiar of them all the purple egg.
I gasp at my sudden shock. It can't be the same egg from yesterday can it? why is it chosing a rider so soon? I see a smile form upon Rezlo as he says "Is this generation of elves this hesitant to chose? There may not be any eggs hatching at this rate." With that the procession begins. When the first elf gets to the Silver egg we see it move at her touch. Rezlo proudly proclaims " The First rider has been chosen. He hands the egg to the Elf maiden lucky enough to get chosen and sends her to Draven so she may stand next to him.
           Being last definately makes you nervous. I cant stop looking at the purple egg in wonder how magnificent the dragon would look with this color. No rider is chosen after the first egg. when the final six elves with me on the black egg have our turn. We wait a minute nothing happens. When I move on to the Turquoise egg the elf in front of me gasps as he is chosen by the Teal egg. Now I skip to the Gold egg and 2 elves remaining
           I feel a current of energy that is not my own touch me and feels me this Gold egg has definately identified me as somone but not its rider. As we are about to move foward there is a rush of silence as we hear an egg tap. The Boy who held the Dark Red Egg is chosen as a rider. And then I can't contain my excitement. Of course last night after seeing that it had made it here safe I wanted to hold the egg but knew it was not to be touched unless at an egg ceremony. I do the one strange thing ive never done, I hold the egg up to the celiling and cant help admire its beauty. Such peace it emits, if only I could keep it forever and save it. its definately the egg from yesterday something within tells me so. Realizing my time is up I give it one last hug.
              And then the bottom half of the egg shatters and out comes a beautiful little purple dragon. The crowd is amazed, "Never has an egg hatched so quickly, it must know the boy is its rider " I hear an older elf mutter. Fear and amazement cloud my mind. My magic is the worst in all of Ellesmera how could this dragon choose me?? Almost as if I insulted it, I am shaken with a squeal. It turns its purple head in my direction.  It steps towards me and touches my palm with its snout. Never once questioning who its rider was. My legs give out as I fall. It is only then I see the other elves sneer probably knowing I am the worst elf for the job and now worst rider of all time. Then I hear it loud and clear before I loose counciousness "No you're not."