And finally, when Adalee trips and falls by a nest abandoned from a Swypht Dragon of Ural, she takes an egg, knowing it has little chance to survive on its own. How will she keep it hidden in the non-dragon fairy kingdom of Estraelia? And why should she?
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Chapter One in The Wood Fairies of Estraelia written by Theresa Sneed:
The Dragon Egg
Adalee held the small egg in her hands—small for a dragon’s egg that is. The egg itself was quite large when compared to eggs of other species, but when compared to most dragons, the eggs from the Swypht Dragons of Ural were tiny, only about 10” long, oblong, and very heavy. Each dragon egg was unique, no matter the breed, and the one Adalee held radiated soft, purple hues interspersed with threads of shimmery gold. This egg was especially interesting for another reason, not many dragon eggs hatched without their mothers hovering over them. In fact, abandoned dragon eggs, for whatever reason, rarely hatched at all.
Adalee watched in wonder as the crack widened and then a small piece of the eggshell popped off, revealing an eye, wide with anticipation, blinking back at her. The hard part was in not helping the little creature escape its prison. From her many studies of dragon lore, Adalee knew that helping a dragon out of its shell could cripple it for life. They needed to strengthen their wings through fighting their way out.
The egg stopped quivering and became very still. The eye closed, and Adalee panicked. What’s wrong? Why did it stop? Oh, no! She wrapped her warm fingers around the egg and concentrated. Suddenly, a small leg broke through the shell and then another. It felt for her and then wrapped its clawed toes around her palm. “Aww!” Adalee beamed. She held still while more of the shell fell away, leaving a shiny purple and gold cap over its head and left arm. Still, Adalee waited, allowing the young dragon to completely free itself. All at once, it looked up at her, cocked its head to the side, and then bawled, no doubt hungry from its hard work.
Eeps! What do I feed it? She searched her memory—brickle-berries were a good substitute with their creamy, milk-like centers, and crispy, nutrient-dense skin. She knew where to find them. Holding the tiny dragon close, she carefully made her way deeper into the woods. A large patch of brickle-berries grew near the canyon by Elderberry Lake. Soon, she was there.
Getting the dragon to eat them was another story. It turned its head to the right and then left, not wanting anything to do with the berries. Adalee slumped down on the edge of the lake and dropped the berries beside her. She didn’t want to have to return the dragon to the elves, but if it didn’t eat for her, she would have to do just that.
All of a sudden, the dragon jerked forward, leaning over the water. Its eyes darted back and forth and then it leaped from her hands and dove into the clear lake. “I’m pretty sure your breed doesn’t swim!” she called after it. But they must, she thought, watching it shoot to the bottom and nab a small fish in its jaws. Within seconds, the tiny beast had devoured dozens of the fish and then made its way back to the surface. “Wow! You were underwater an awfully long time!”
“Who are you talking to?” Aydon, one of the younger elves, came up behind her.
“Oh!” She turned around quickly, blocking the dragon from his view. “You startled me!”
He made a face. “Really?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes, really.” She looked sideways, and then grabbed his arm, steering him away from the dragon. “So, why are you here?”
He drew his head back. “What?” He tried to look around her. “You’ve seen me here hundreds of times, Adalee.”
“Hmm. Yeah, I guess.” She pushed him forward, away from the lake.
“Huh.” He stopped walking and faced her. “I came looking for you.” He stuck his hand in his pocket.
She gave a nervous laugh and shoved him forward again. “Whatever for?”
“Adalee, stop!” He looked at her curiously then pulled his hand out of his pocket. Opening his fingers, he revealed the remains of a purple and gold eggshell. “I wanted to show you this, but—” A snapping sound from behind them, stopped him in mid-sentence. “Adalee!” He gasped as the little dragon stuck its head around her legs, a bunch of brickle-berries hanging from its jaws.
Adalee dropped down to one knee. “Oh, so you do like them after all!” She petted its small head while it cooed softly.
Aydon’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” He fell back a step. “But that’s … that’s a Swypht Dragon of Ural, I’m sure of it!” He looked down at the broken pieces of eggshell in his hand and drew in a breath. “H-how did … w-what?” The dragon stayed hidden behind Adalee. “Wow.” He got down on his knees and leaned toward it. Reaching for the young dragon, he cautiously let it sniff his fingers. “Amazing!”
Aydon sat back on his legs. “You did this?” He gestured to the dragon that had come around in front of her and now leaned against her leg. He shook his head. “I can’t believe this, Adalee.” He looked up at her. “Where did you find the egg? I’ve never heard of a mother laying her eggs anywhere but inside the mountain.”
“Um …” She picked at her fingernail. “Well …”
“Wait!” Aydon gasped. “The dragon we lost today—that’s hers! Adalee, how did you get it?”
She sat on the ground. Pulling him down beside her, she explained how she had tripped and fallen beside the abandoned nest in the dragon hatchery. “You said they probably wouldn’t hatch anyhow.” She truly felt bad. “So, I … just took it.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m sorry.”
“You shouldn’t be sorry for saving—h-hatching an abandoned dragon egg!” He looked at her in awe. “Do you realize how amazing that is?” All at once, he stopped, and his eyes widened. “Oh, hold on, I almost forgot—Queen Faelyn asked me to find you.” He still looked at her awestruck, and that unnerved Adalee.
She took a step back. “Oh?” Earlier that day, Queen Faelyn had kissed her fingers then touched the bulge in her bag where Adalee had hidden the egg. I knew it—she knows I took the egg. “Eeks.” Her shoulders fell forward. “Well, I guess she wants the dragon.” With a deep sigh, she stood and scooped the small dragon up in her hands. “Come on, Aydon.” They took off toward Eldervale.
The young dragon curled up in the palm of her hands. Within seconds, it fell asleep, snoring gently, with an occasional snort. Right before the footbridge over the wide river, Aydon stopped. He gestured for Adalee to keep going.
“Aren’t you coming with me?” she asked, with a nervous laugh.
“No. I want to practice a bit before dragon-riding training.”
Her eyes filled with envy. “Lucky.”
“Yeah,” he said, nodding. He whistled, and his dragon swooped down from a low hanging branch across the river, her bright red and orange scales shimmering in the afternoon sun.
“Whoa! I didn’t see her there!” Adalee squinted. The tree had several dragons perched in its wide canopy, hidden by thick, green foliage. “Awesome!”
Aydon laughed. “Hello, Enya,” he said scratching the side of his dragon’s neck. Well, I’ll see you later, Adalee.” He swung his leg over Enya’s back, leaned in, and cried, “Up!” She alighted as graceful as a butterfly, but then took off like a rocket.
Adalee watched him fly away and then turned toward the bridge. The little dragon wiggled in her hands, and she looked sadly down at it. You’re so cute! She sighed, then slipped the dragon into her satchel, leaving the flap open for airflow. Well, here goes.
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