Fyrea entered the Sands, glad to finally be there. She looked around at all the people, and gulped. So many people there. But then she shrugged. What came came. if she didn't Impress, then maybe she would go home and marry one of those boys... And then she made a face. Never. And the hatching started. The first was a Blue. And then, a Light Green. And then a Light Blue. And then, suddenly, there was a Light Gold. Fyrea held her breath. A gold! But she chose another. Fyrea exhaled. There were many more eggs. The next was a Light Blue. And then, a Green. Then, a Light Bronze, a Light Blue, a Light Brown, a Brown, a Light Green. Fyrea was beginning to wonder if there was a dragon for her. The next to hatch was a Brown. He too passed her by without even a second glance. She sighed, and looked at the next egg. It hatched to reveal a handsome bronze. The next egg was the last one. The nine remaining candidates looked at each other, holding their breath. It revealed a Light Brown, who chose a semi-feline. Fyre sighed. Okay, so this wasn't her time. The candidates were about to start filing out when Zheyth moved through the empty shells and unearthed one more egg. It split there between her paws. The new gold stepped forward, spreading her wings.

One light, one mind, flashing in the dark, blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts. [Green Day - "Minority"]

"Vimarlith?" Fyrea whispered, and the hatchling trumpeted.

Fyrea!