Author Note: This is not Skaterofthebooks, this is a friend who is using my account to put her story out there. And here is a message from her:

Hi, people! Thank you SO MUCH for reading! I don't own much, just my OCs and the plot, so thanks to those who have, rather unknowingly, given ideas, my beta Skaterofthebooks (THAT"S ME!), and Christopher Paolini, of course. Anyway, enough talking - read and review! Thanks!

Chapter 1 - Calypso

I grin and swing my leg over Silba, my beautiful dragon, whose teal scales shimmer with bright green and blue in the midday sun. My dragon. My dragon, who had hatched against all odds for me.

You're not that unique, Calypso, Silba snickers, hearing my thoughts.

I jump. I'm still not used to the entire voice-in-my-head thing. So, Caesar got Obsidian. It doesn't make your choosing me any less remarkable.

Still, give him some credit.

Slightly annoyed, I withdraw from Silba's contact and glance at my twin brother, Caesar, on his midnight-blue dragon, Obsidian. He is rechecking the security of his sword on his belt for what seems like the thirtieth time. Obsidian had hatched for Caesar just after Silba hatched for me in the small orphanage we lived in.

I turn my attention to my city, projecting my thoughts: Farewell, Teirm. And farewell, good sea. For a second I feel sad, as I recall that I had no other relatives left to see me off since the fire our parents died in. A jokingly mocking voice draws me out of my thoughts.

"If you're done reflecting, dearest Calypso, we should be going."

I whirl around in my seat to see Lanadra, the elf that had brought the dragon eggs that had hatched for us to Teirm, and smile sadly at her. "Sorry, Lanadra-ebrithil. Just saying goodbye."

"Very well. Are you ready to go, Silba?"

Yes.

"Caesar? Obsidian?

Yes and yes, Obsidian answers for both of them.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Lanadra grins, grabbing ribbons from a bag to tie back her lengthy blond hair. She gives one to me as well, for my hair is even longer than hers, then nimbly climbs onto her silver dragon, Rimume. Rimume's egg had hatched for her a hundred and thirty-five years ago. The pair had volunteered twenty-five years later for duty as part of the Egg Legion - a group of six Riders who took two eggs each from the Land of Dragons to one of the races of Alagaesia, waited for three months for them to hatch to any thirteen-year-olds from that race, and gave these new Riders and dragons basic training before taking them back again. If the eggs didn't hatch for thirteen-year-olds from the first race within the three month period, the Egg Legionnaires would move on to the next race. After going through all of the races once, they would try a round of the next year's worth of thirteen-year-olds. Humans were the third race in the fifth year for Silba and Obsidian, a fairly long time for them to wait. Lanadra says that it's because they knew we were good choices and were holding out for us to be of age, but sometimes I wonder if they were just tired of waiting for anyone better.

I tie my dark brown hair back and secure again the saddlebags on the light saddle that new Riders used. Everything that new Riders used were plain and unspecialized – unmolded leather saddle, plain, awkward sword, simple training clothes, unfitted armor. I hate it, but we should be getting new items in the Land of Dragons. I give the leg straps of the saddle a final tug, and soon I feel myself being lifted into the air. Obsidian and Silba are flying, being led east through the mountains by Rimume.

Author's Note: (This is Skaterofthebooks again) Thank you for taking the time to read my friends story, please, please, PLEASE! review for her! (This is from the author) You will get Caesar, and cookies (or Calypso if you prefer). (Back to me) OR you shall get your favorite HARRY POTTER character, and still cookies. Because I am a POTTERHEAD! (Okay, back to author) ... ... ... *awkward silence* ummm... Pi?