As a small boy, in a
wealthy family, he learned to read and to write.
He was the one that read maps. As
an intellect, he was respected in the group.
Eggs lay scattered across
Lantessama Isle. Not just dragon eggs, but other types as well. Chicken
eggs, chocolate eggs, sugar eggs and reptile eggs. Just about every type
of egg was there and most of the residents had a hard time moving around
without breaking anything. So maybe it was good that the Easter hatching
was scheduled for that same afternoon. The eggs would either hatch or be
eaten and whatever was left woumd be disposed off by the end of the day.
The candidates were all human this time around. Three of them had been
found on earth, the remaining two were runic warriors. They gathered
without much distraction and waited patiently for the signal. The egg hunt
was surprisingly calm and uneventful. Each of the candidates took one of
the ways leading onto Lantessama. Carrying chocolate they all felt fate
would lead them to the right egg.
a candidate at