Galathil was stunned, the only reason an egg would make its way here was if it was meant for someone, and by the look on his parents faces, that someone was him.

'Where did you get it' he asked finally. For a tense moment nobody spoke, then his father said ' it was a man, maybe an elf, i couldn't see, but he was quite small, he said it was imperative you get this, and then he left.' Galathil continued to look on at the egg in disbelief, this sort of thing just didn't happen, not

'DO with it, what do you mean, what are we going to DO with it? here is nothing we can do, you must wait for it to hatch, it is clearly meant for you.' replied his father hastily.

'But i can't be a rider, i don't know anything about it, i have never wielded a sword in my life!' He cried

'honestly boy, have you never hard of Eragon and Saphira? They have lived away from Alagaesia for fifty years, waiting fora new rider, they will train, teach and help you become a rider.' He said earnestly. Galathil was shocked, his father had actually thought about this and planned what would happen. 'What if i don't want to be a rider, what if i like the work i do now!' he cried.

'That's not really an option anymore sweetie, i'm sorry.' His mother had not said anything for a while, she had just been sat quietly with a thoughtful look on her face, so this remark shocked him. Eventually he sat down at the table, not one of them made a noise.

They had only been sat for a few minutes, when a noise broke the silence, 'Tap tap tap' . They simultaneously looked over at the egg, just as a long crack worked its way from the top of the egg to the bottom. Nothing happened for a split second. then suddenly the egg broke into hundreds of tiny pieces, like shards of glass. And there, sat on the table, was a violet dragon, it had tiny wings, Galathil could see the bones, covered in a thin membrane. On the top of its head was a small pair of black pointy horns, and its eyes were the deepest shade of orange, with iris' as black as the night.

It looked confused for a few seconds, and then it turned to look at Galathil with its huge eyes and they snapped shut for a second with a 'click'. Then it moved forward one shaky step, and another, and another until it reached Galathil. The dragon moved its nose up towards his hand as Galathil went to stroke it. The dragon touched the palm of his hand and very suddenly, Galathil felt a shock run up his arm, like he had just plunged it into a bucket of icy water. Everything went black and the last thing he felt was a pain on the back of his head.

When he woke, Galathil felt warm, but his hand was still freezing, he went to touch it, and it felt as warm as anything. The next thing he realized was that he was in his bed, and the dragon was stood on his lap staring at him. He sat up and the dragon jumped off his lap and onto the bed.

I know this chapter is smaller than the other one but the next will be longer! Please review it and tell me what you think, you could even say what you want to happen! :-) thanks guys!