A procession of elves gracefully floated through the forest. A soft melody of angelic voices rose through the trees. They were traveling from the ruins of Doru Araeba to their capitol of Ellesmera. In their possession, was an item that would likely bring great joy to one of their people. A dragon's egg. The marble-like stone rested on a red velvet pillow. Through many towns they passed on their journey. They had been asked to be sure that no others were drawn to the egg as a rider. For everyone knew, elves weren't the only one's that may become riders. The small mind of the yet to hatch dragon searched the hearts of those it passed. So far, none were worthy of it's power. But the troupe was nearing one soul that's aura intrigued the small babe. This was her rider, she could feel it. She bent her mind to call on that man. To call him from his task, and urge him to find her.