Dragon Egg for a friend...

[Slane*]

Slane Thaer stood at the bottom of the three-thousand stairs that led to the top of Dragon’s Peak. It was no wonder why not everyone made it to the top, for those without solid determination would never reach it. Excitement enveloped Slane, Is this really happening? Am I about to gain a friend who will accept me despite what I am? With that thought he shifted into his tiger form and raced up the stairs. He did not care who saw him shift; he did not care what crossed his path toward the top; he was full of hope, hope that had never filled his emotions before.

Slane ran faster with each pad of his clawed paws. He could hardly believe what was happening… He was, in fact, going to be one of those of celebration – those many riders celebrated in Ederra who had traversed this very path. Faster and faster he ran until he heard the howl of wolves. Wolves! Slane slowed as doubts began to fill his mind – he despised wolves. They were always in packs and he, being only one, could not stand a chance against them. He brushed against a pack of wolves before and had narrowly escaped in one piece. If these wolves attacked, then he would never get off this mountain alive…

Slane shook his head as his black striped, amber orange fur waved in the forced. He was not going to let these mangy dogs get in his way! Reaching the top of Dragon’s Peak had become his sole reason for living and not a single thing would get inbetween him and reaching the top. Slane raced up the stairs once again, pounding the ground with each step. Once again, he ran faster and yet even faster. Despite the fog that surrounded him with impending doom, he still ran at top speed. With a sudden halt, he reached the top. I made it! Slane thought as he let out a fierce roar. He shifted back into his human form and shouted at the top of his lungs, “I AM SLANE THAER, HERE FOR A DRAGON EGG!”

[THE SPIRITS]

THE SPIRITS HAVE HEARD YOUR CALL

To the rider's left, an egg rolls out of the grass in his direction.



It is surprisingly light and smooth, in the color of silver with a pattern of orange spots.

[Slane*]

Slane heard something move to his left so he jumped to his right and shifted in mid-air. All four paws hit the ground at once as he snarled in the direction of the sound. His snarl soon turned to surprise as he saw a sliver egg with a pattern of orange spots. Gingerly, he stepped toward the egg and sniffed it. Though he knew it was not so, the egg seemed to smell of hope, happiness, and comfort. Shifting into human form he stayed on the ground, knees in the dirt, and lifted his head to the sky as tears came streaming down, "Thank you gods, spirits, whoever you are! Thank you from the depths of my soul for a life worth living!" He grasped the egg as if it were his own baby and let his tears drip down onto the surface of beautiful silver.