The Beginning Part One (The Choosing)

The red haired human stood in the midst of the quiet grounds, surrounded by eleven eggs.  Each was different in many ways.  One was hot.  Way too hot to touch.  Another was covered in barnacles, but reminded her of the element she often loved to be in.  Another egg was so alive with energy that she was afraid to touch it.  They all whispered of their flight.
Arcane.
Earth.
Fire.
Ice.
Light.
Lightning.
Nature.
Plague.
Shadow.
Water.
Wind.
With it's magic, the arcane egg tried to drag her to it.
The earth egg gently shook knocking beautiful pebbles to the ground, tempting her.
The fire egg whispered to her about warmth in the winter.
The ice egg allowed beautiful images to swirl across its frost, showing the joy she could have.
The light egg murmured about the truth that was always there, the truth that would blind the liars.
The lightning egg sent out sparks, reminding her of the need for energy in the world.
The nature egg allowed the smells of dirt and fresh tomatoes to waft to her nose, reminding her of her childhood.
The plague egg's stench promised to send diseases to all who had hurt her.
The shadow egg was silent, allowing her curiosity to grow to the mysteries of its orb.
The water egg placed in her mind images of pools, and oceans, and lakes.
The wind egg sent a gentle breeze to remind her of spring.
She turned in each direction, wondering what egg she should choose...wondering which one would be for her.  Wondering which egg would hatch the dragon she would guide and nurture.
She closed her eyes for a moment to ponder, and when she opened them, all the eggs were gone, save two.  Fire.  And water.  As in nature, these elements warred, so did they in her soul.  What was she to pick?
Fire could burn down houses, trees, give way to massive destruction!  Yet could be bridled and kept in a hearth to warm the bones of weary travelers.
Likewise, water could come sweeping in and destroy!  It could even quench fire.  It was the truly powerful one.  Yet it could clean wounds, and quench, not only fire, but thirst.  What was water weak to?  Naught that she could tell.
She looked between them yet again.  How was she to make a choice?  Why could she not take them both?  But she knew she had to choose.
Finally, her hand stretched out of its own accord and touched an egg while she blinked.  Oh!  It burned!  Her decision had been made.  The water egg disappeared and she was alone with the fire egg.
The fire flight was hers.