The sky turned lighter and lighter. The Riders sat and stared in awe at the small orange dragon. "How is this possible?" Amma whispered. "I-I already ride a dragon."
"We know that," Teräos said, "but this little hatchling doesn't seem to know. Maybe the spell hadn't worked as intended..." Flauga growled. And why should we care? I'm already Amma's dragon, she doesn't need another one. Right? He turned to his Rider, but she seemed very unsure. "I don't know, dragon boy. What else would we do with her? She'd surely die on her own. We need to keep her." Flauga shook his head. We are not keeping her!
The sunrise turned the sky to gold. Three dragons were swiftly flying above Du Weldenvarden. Small hatchling peered from one of their saddlebags. They had no idea what to do with the little one, so they decided to take her to Ellesméra, hoping that the Queen will know what to do.
When they noticed the first strangely shaped tree, they landed. There was no doubt - it was and elven house, sung into its shape with a special magical song. Slowly carring themselves, the six apprentices walked through the city. Its citizens glared at them suspiciously, but seeing dragons assured them, that the visitors were very much invited.
"So you're saying, that this dragon just... hatched? To a Rider, who already has a dragon?" The three Riders noded. Flauga just threw his head angrily. He hated the little hatchling and made no secret of it. He felt robbed of his Rider.
"I have never seen such a thing happen before," Queen Arya mumbled. Suddenly, a green dragons head appeared in one of the obscurely shaped windows of Arya's home. The Queen turned to him and seemed to be telling him something telepathically. Even though Flauga had never seen this dragon before, he recognised him immediately. Father! He immediately forgot all about his anger and rushed outside. The giant green dragon blinked his bright eyes with surprise and pulled his head out of the window.
"Was that Fírnen?" Teräos asked. The Queen noded. "I haven't seen any of his offspring in ages! I thought all of them had hatched already." Amma chuckled. "This one just took a really long time. His name is Flauga." The Elven Queen noded. "Let him unite with his dad then. I will send the eggs out to future Riders in a few hours. Now we need to discuss this little spellbreaker." Small orange dragon blinked its eyes.
"We thought the spell was foolproof." Arya said. "It was so carefully written and it worked perfectly fine for so long. But I guess it was only a matter of time until we found a loophole. I guess the only solution is to keep the dragon. She needs a Rider and if she choose Amma, then she should stay with her." Amma smiled excitedly. But she felt a little concerned about Flauga. He will not be happy to hear the news.
And he wasn't. She should have stayed in Ellesméra with the other eggs. I'm sure she would have found a competent Rider even as a hatched dragon.The dragon lamented all the way back to the Hall. But it was no use. Amma was determined to raise her second dragon to be strong, just like Flauga. She also had to come up with a name for the hatchling.
Lilio informed Amma, that the little one was a dragoness, whitch prompted Amma to brainstorm a number of names, that would suit the small dragon lady. She didn't even bother asking Flauga for suggestions. In the end, she decided to settle for Aiedail, meaning "morning star", because she hatched in the morning.
* * *
A few months had passed. Aiedail finally learned to communicate telepathically and sometimes even visited other dragons' lessons, but didn't have a stable mentor yet. Flauga refused to interact with her. He couldn't stand knowing, that his Rider had another dragon. So he chose to ignore it.
The cyan dragon sat on the ground not far from the Hall. The stars twinkled in the sky and Flauga closed his eyes calmly. He loved going out at night all alone. The fields around the Hall were empty and safe and that made him feel at peace
Hello! The cyan dragon looked around confusedly. All he saw was a small orange dragoness. What do you want? he asked with a growl. The small hatchling made a few steps closer to Flauga. I just wanted to talk to you.
Yeah, well, I don't want to talk. Get lost!
Aiedail fell silent for a moment. She'd tried to talk to him more times than she could count. She wanted to help him understand. But he always dismissed her. And yet she decided to try again. This time he couldn't use training or hunting as an excuse.
You know, I never meant to steal anyone from you. It was an accident. The spell broke. I was just as confused as everyone else. If you let me explain myself sooner, we could have already had this over with.
Flauga grunted. And why should I believe you? You may have been a small hatchling, but I've seen small hatchlings cause a big mess. And you seem to be enjoying the attention you are getting...
I can prove it. The small dragoness sat right next to Flauga. I can show you my memories if you let me.
The blue dragon laughed. You can't show me anything. Are trying to tell me that you can share memories, when two months back you couldn't even talk?
Aiedail nodded. Lotha taught me how to do it.
Flauga flinched at the mention of his oldest and only sister. She and his brothers had been nothing but kind to him, but upon their return from Ellesméra, the sky-blue dragoness took Aiedails side.
Okay then, he said after a moment of silence.
Aiedail smiled. She closed her eyes and after a while Flauga could already see images and sounds once hidden in Aiedail's mind. But sounds and images are still not full memories. When the orange dragon finally got into it, Flauga could feel emotions, that weren't quite his. Sadness and fear. But most of all, confusion.
He was just a small hatchling, looking at the world for the first time. Everyone around him was surprised, some were scared. Some were angry. And in the middle of it all was he. A small, defenseless dragon. What had he done so terrible to scare them, to anger them? He wanted to crawl back into his eggshell and pick a different time to hatch. Perhaps he chose a bad Rider? But how could that happen? The sweet, calm voice in his heart, that had never betrayed him, whispered that he chose well. What is going on?
The memory faded and Flauga was back under the starry sky. He fell silent. He hadn't believed the small dragon, perhaps because his jealousy blinded him, but now he regreted his growls and nags. I'm sorry, he whispered, but he wasn't sure she would forgive him. I was really angered... I can show you too. Aiedail nodded. That would be good. Please, do.
Flauga remembered Aiedail's birth. His confusion, his anger... his fear of losing Amma. He shared all of these emotions with the little dragoness, who sat in awe. I think this would be a great time to start over, Aiedail said quietly. Flauga nodded. We both have the same Rider. We'll have to get along one way or another.
The moon shone above their heads and the dragons shared memories until they were too tired. They fell asleep in the grass, cuddled next to each other. At last, they began to get along. A connection was made. Perhaps they weren't connected by destiny, but with a bit of effort, they could form a bond of minds by choice.
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