Every twenty-one years since then, they have laid a single egg. An egg that determines the future of Situra, when our future king or queen is chosen by the young dragonling.”
The man took a deep breath before continuing, the crowd nearly silent as they listened.
“When King Soren Therius was chosen by the dragon Ilex, our kingdom celebrated for weeks on end. It has been twenty-one years since that day, and Soros and Eras have once again laid an egg. This time the hatchling will choose between Princess Astra and Prince Aldis.”
The stands had become even more crowded while the herald spoke, and Nerie was now shoved into the railing as people pushed in behind her. A sharp crack could be heard from the sand and screams of joy echoed from the crowd.
Astra and Aldis both stepped forward to greet the soon to be born hatchling.
As she emerged from her shell Nerie couldn’t help but think, Oh I was right!
As pale as the roses from so long ago, with glistening wings of gossamer, the young dragoness stepped forth. She looked to be made of gauze, but her eyes shone of a strength of steel.
She raised her little head and looked Astra right in the eye. They stared at each other for a long moment before the little dragoness turned her head to look at Aldis. He didn’t even get to look her in the eyes before she had passed him over.
The hatchling seemed unwilling to choose between the prince and princess. She paced restlessly around the large enclosure, and as she neared Nerie, Nerie wanted with all her soul to reach out and touch the hatchling. The small dragon paused to looked at Soros and Eras before stalking farther away from the prince and princess.
She headed directly towards Nerie.
Nerie couldn’t look away from those golden eyes. She didn’t even realize how close the hatchling had gotten until she nudged Nerie’s hand that rested on the railing. There were screams and yells from the crowd, and someone shook Nerie - but she still couldn’t look away from the large golden eyes.
The king stood, pointing at Nerie, yelling for guards. Before she even knew what was happening, she was surrounded by guards, with the crowd being forcefully shoved away. The guards were demanding Nerie follow them, but she was still lost in the golden eyes, not able to focus on what was going on.
Kiriga hissed and screamed in defiance that Nerie was being touched. All Nerie could think was that the dragonling was so tiny, and that she couldn’t look away from her.
The hilt of a sword collided with the back of her head, and the last thing she saw before darkness was Eras, his giant fire orange body surrounding her and the golden hatchling, roaring.
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