A beautiful young girl sits calmly on the edge of her bed. A collection of packs are settled at her feet, two medium sized ones and a smaller one which sits open, a few small trinkets visible. On her lap is an open journal, in her hand is a quill, an ink well is on the floor by her right foot. As she tilts the journal to a better angle, the words written on the front are visible:
Kalya
Draconia Castle
Her fingers grip the pen, and she sets it to the page.

12 Miluarth, 5604

I have neglected my writings in this book. Amazing things have happened to me, probably the least of which was my 15th birthingday on the 5 of Miluarth. I am one of the select few. I have been Chosen. There are two clutches on the hatching ground sands. I hope to Impress one. Imagine! A dragonrider, me! It was a brown, rather large, although I wouldn't be a very good judge. At first, I'll admit, I was frightened. But he seemed friendly enough, and his eyes were calm as they regarded me. I didn't know that there were eggs ready to hatch. In fact, should the others in the Castle known that a dragon would be landing in the courtyard that afternoon, the 3rd of Miluarth, they would have confined me and the other lower-ranked children to indoor duties. I had been taking a meal to the guardian-lizards, a large bowl laden with chunks of left-overs, when the dragon landed. When he started nuzzling at me, I thought that he wanted the meat in the bowl, and became defensive. His rider laughed at me. He said that those little chunks wouldn't entice his brown. I had to smile. He had a kind face. I didn't see him again, since I hurried off to finish my chore. The letter came a week later. Yesterday. It said that I should pack clothing and anything else I would need, and be at Draconia Nest in time for the hatchings. It said that I could stay there, if I would like, to ensure that I would be there for the hatching. Mother said that I could. Father wasn't particularly pleased, I think that he'll miss me, although he'll never admit to it. I packed today. As I was going to put this book in my bag, I realized thatI hadn't recorded any of the wonderous events of the past few days. I realize that this is short, but maybe , after I get settled in the Nest, I'll be able to write more. Wish me luck!
With that, she closed the book. She had had to dip her quill into her ink well a few times to write it all, but now she closed the ink well, cleaned off the quill and put all three into the small pack at her feet. She closed the pack, picked up the three, and took one last look about the room that she had shared with three other girls. They were all out, doing chores, so she had it to herself. She took a deep breath, and walked resolutely out to meet her destiny.

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