You walk forwards to touch the egg, shining innocently in the background, slowly. It seems to be causing all these conflicting emotions. When have humans ever trusted Dragons? What would happen if you returned to base now with an egg? What would happen to your family if this mission, your first mission, was incomplete? And what would happen to you if you failed on the first task they gave you, would they kick you out and leave you - or execute you for knowing too much?
All of this however, took a back seat in your mind as you edged ever closer, one shaking foot following the other. Instinct working against your better judgment and hand stretched out to touch the strange surface of the shell. It looked less fragile than other shells you'd seen, hard and shiny black. Like the dragons eyes. Looking dark and pensive as though you could dive into them and never reach the bottom or the truth, as if depth was all that made them.
As you got closer, you could see your shimmering reflection peering out at the dark shell. Your own bright eyes staring back at you nervously, but beneath the fear was grit, and a steadily hardening determination as your bring out your courage. At this image the squeak sounded again, louder and more excited this time.
You reached forward to close the last inches between your fingertips and the surface of the egg. Instinctively you retracted from the cool touch and looked around at the two larger dragons who's faces seemed almost kind if you could prevent yourself from seeing the generations of burnt in imagery of angry dragons and fierce talons. The smaller of the two nodded.
"Do not worry, he wont hurt you." she smiled and her black eyes warmed with a flush of emotion. Reassured you turned and placed your full palm on the egg.
Cold.
That was your first thought. The egg was smooth and solid, but beneath it you could feel the hollow echos and reverberations of movement. The squeaking began again, fast and flurried that told you of an excited fervor. One which you could empathize with well, as you too felt the cool sensation on your palm you could feel a small pull in your mind, and placed your other hand on it too.
Hot.
This hand felt warm and a tingling sensation ran up your arm with the heat as it spread, the surface here was so warm in comparison to the other that you almost fell backwards in shock, but for some reason - you couldn't quite bring yourself to remove your palms. The pull of the sensation was too strong as the contrasting heats traveled up your limbs, filling you up with the characteristics of hot and cold, serene calm on one hand, (literally) and fiery excitement on the other. As the two feelings neared each other you began to sense the edges of them and realized that you could bend the force, if you wished you could push it out of you, or you could let it collide. Knowing what you had to do because of the pull you allowed them to inch further and further together before they met in your torso.
What happened next was unexplainable, shots of heat spiked through your cold right side, and shots of cold through the left. Layer upon layer of ice and fire replaced your organs, your skin, your body and you felt merely like two forces magnetized together. Body shaking but hands glued resolutely to the egg.
How long you stood there convulsing small vibrations you do not know, but when you opened your eyes the two elder dragons had left, and you were led on the floor, your hands still tingling from the aftereffects.
The shell was cracked and broken. It must have hatched during whatever happened. You realized quickly that with the parents gone you were now left alone in a cave with a new born dragon, probably hungry, and definitely dangerous. But what could you do? His parents had gone, they said you were his rider, and your connection through and outside the shell had been so strong that you were sure there was some truth in his "choice" of you. All of the thoughts and worries you had were still there, Where had the rest of the team gone? Would they think him dead? What would they do with his parents if that was the case? Yet they were overshadowed by one thought. Here, in this cave, was a baby with no mother. No caretaker. Totally alone.
And with that thought there was a hopeful squeak in his mind.
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