Reborn

A New Beginning

     The sun blinded Ismira as it peaked over the mountains of the Spine, a mountain range in the Northwest part of Alagaësia. It was the day that Ismira and her family went to the mouth of valley that encloses her village, Carvahall, to greet Arya Shadeslayer, the third of the new riders and high queen of the elves, when she brings the dragon eggs to see who would become part of the new order of riders.
      "Ismira. Look carefully, for there might just be your future," said Ismira's father, Roran Stronghammer.
     "Dad, do you really think that I could be the next rider?" asked Ismira
     "Anything is possible Ismira, especially when in this family. Trust me I know," replied Roran.
     "Yeah, your family has a talent for finding the greatest danger and throwing yourselves against it," said Katrina, Ismira's mother and wife of Roran.
     "Now you know we nev-"
Thud. The sound of a mighty beast flying reverberated the air. Thud. Next a green mosaic came into view, Fírnen, and his rider Arya. Thud. The last concussion sounded before the earth quaked as the magnificent beast landed.
     "Roran! Katrina! It's great to see you again. And I can't forget about you either Ismira; you look as beautiful as ever," greeted Arya.
     "Arya. You look just the same as when we saw you last year," stated Roran, chuckling to himself because elves do not age in appearances. "I believe that with your's and Fírnen's appearance here, you are still looking for another rider."
     "Perceptive as always Stronghammer, but we only have one egg left this year, and I think that Ismira should be the first to have the chance of becoming a rider."
     Giddiness overcame Ismira. She had lived her whole life, 10 years, in the field just as her father had. She couldn't even fathom going and flying all over Alagaësia. She had always dreamed about the rest of Alagaësia from the stories her father had told when she was only a toddler. Stories of mountains, deserts, and seas, she had all heard before, but she could never conjure up the thought of seeing them for herself.
     "Really?!?" asked Ismira, not even trying to hide her mirth.
     "I have no objections to it," stated Katrina, although, Roran seemed a little uneasy.
     "Well let's get started then," said Roran.