Suddenly she saw a bright amethyst light emanating from the other side of the training den. She cautiously crept toward it, moving as silently as she could. The music, which she did not realize had faded until she heard it rise into the air once more, drew her toward the incubator. She walked slowly around the training den, straining to hear the sounds of her sleeping dragons.
The den was also totally silent.
She could feel the presence of her dragons, but it was as though someone, or something, had entranced them. Just as she considered changing course and entering the den, she saw what appeared to be the footprint of a dragon that she had never seen the likes of before next to the incubator. In the cradle of the incubator, bathed in the violet glow she saw the most beautiful, vibrant royal purple egg. To her knowledge none of her current dragons could produce such an egg, and she pondered how it came to be placed on her base.
She felt the eyes on her then.
Peering down at her through the darkness from the dragon perch behind the Gathering Hall were two glowing red eyes. Dally could just make out the shape of the creature. Massive sharp wings and spiked spine stood out against the barely moonlit sky. The creature bobbed slightly with each breath, as dragons do, but did not otherwise move. Dally watched the dragon for several moments before she whispered, “Who are you, you strange but lovely creature, and why are you and this egg here?”
The music swelled, growing almost loud enough to cause Dally to cover her ears. But before she did she heard the dragon roar, and as she looked over it looked directly into her bright green eyes.
“Estril,” it growled, with no hint of inflection or emotion attached to the word. As soon as the last sound left the beast’s throat it flapped its mighty wings as hard as it could, knocking Dally to the ground. As it flew off, the glow from the incubator exploded into a beam of pure white light. In a flash, the dragon, the egg and the mysterious music were gone.
Dally awoke with a start, safe in her bed. She heard the guards yelling from the base, and hastily dressed and descended to find out what caused the commotion. She felt the blood drain from her face when she saw the dragon print next to the incubator. The cradle was empty, but she knew what she experienced was real. She walked slowly over to the incubator, careful not to disturb the footprint in the snow. Her riders rushed to the scene, cautioned by the guards not to disturb the foot print that the Druids were busy recording the dimensions of.
Dally looked at Timur as she laid her hand in the cradle. She smiled, and one word escaped her lips before she realized it had formed in her head.