Downfall

Chapter Two

Gently humming as it passed over the lake, the birds' sweet song was all that could be heard in the early morning. A young pixie slept on the edge of the lake, her pale arms wrapped around a small egg, holding on tight, protecting it. The sleeping pixie was completely oblivious to the Elven boy watching her from the treeline. He watched the girl for a small amount of time, but his eyes were focused more on what she was holding. He crept closer, trying not to wake the white haired girl. As he moved closer, the shiny silver gemstone on the egg began to sparkle, before it flashed a bright white, and a force field, invisible apart from a faint glimmer in the sunlight, formed around the girl and the egg, protecting them. The boy kept his distance from the force field, remembering what he had been taught about magical force fields.

He watched as the girl shivered slightly as a cold breeze flew through the clearing, whistling in her ear. Her eyes gently fluttered open, and she sleepily sat up, still holding onto the egg. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she realised that the Dragon who had saved her the night before was gone. Shocked, she looked down at her arms to see that she was holding an egg that was silvery white, scaled, and heavy. Despite the weight of the egg and shock of having it, she didn't release it. Holding it closer, she tried to get up, but as soon as she moved her ankle she fell back down again.

The boy moved towards her to help, but when she looked up at him in shock, he froze.

"It-It's okay. I can help," He said, calmly.

She looked down to her ankle, and he slowly inched closer. He didn't see the force field fall, but he didn't feel anything stop him when he approached the girl, so he assumed it had.

"What's your name?" He asked softly once he reached her.

"Fyra. Are you an Elf?" She asked nervously.

He nodded in response, getting a few things out of his bag.

"My name's Ender." He rested his hands on her ankle and closed his eyes, focussing, until the swelling went down. He picked up the bandage that he had taken out and wrapped it around her ankle carefully.

"There. It hay still ache a bit, but you should be able to walk now."

Fyra nodded slightly, having watched him using magic, and tried to stand. Her legs shook a bit, partly because of her ankle, but also because of the unexpected weight of the egg. She looked down at it curiously, before looking back at Ender.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what happened to you?" Ender asked, looking at her torn clothes and ankle, with a fair amount of focus on the egg.

Fyra explained her tale, from falling off the cliff to falling asleep next to the massive dragon, to waking up and meeting him, keeping her tale as simple as she could.

She smiled up at him, and he realised what had happened.

"You're one of the Chosen."

Fyra replied to his comment with a look of confusion. She had never heard of the 'chosen', and was clueless as to what he was talking about.

"The chosen – A person or a group of people chosen by the Dragon to go on a Quest. The chosen all receive a Dragon egg, and a visit from a past Dragon, and the Quest is issued once all the eggs are hatched, as the Dragons are the messengers."

Fyra nodded, still confused. Sighing, she looked around. She had no idea how to get back to Clifftop, but she knew it would take a long time, since Clifftop was on a cliffside that went on for miles; there were a lot of villages spread across the cliff, and it was a day's walk to the nearest one, and she had nowhere to go in Lakeside.