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The Grey Hatchling

Short story By: Vampirewolfx3
Fantasy



Wandering around Lynx finds an egg and to her suprise it is no ordinary egg. The find of this new life forever changes her destiny and how she used to live.


Submitted:May 7, 2009    Reads: 50    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


No pleasant dream was this. Discomfort and darkness, cold and cramped, clinging tendrils blinding. The restriction choked him. The hatchling struggled against his torment, twisting his neck to a more comfortable position, for his head kept jerking uncontrollably. The smooth, speckled egg swaying quickly from side to side as Lynx's gaze kept watch upon it. The life within fighting to be free of its confines.

Suddenly a nose tore free of its bonds with a startling crack that ran down the body of the hatchling to the tail-tip. A membrane gave way, air tickling his nose as his lungs greedily pulled in its enticing freshness and a comforting, musky odor that filled him with longing. The egg split, breaking off into two halves as a small grey, scale-less dragon lay in its ruins. Uncurling the hatchling felt a weight dragging at his belly, and he knew he had to be free of it. Reaching up a rear claw he tore it away, the small pain worth the greater freedom.

A gentle smile appeared on that of Lynx's lips as she watched this amazing sight none had ever witnessed. Her eyes flashing in the dark of the trees. Her pale skin glowed against the pressuring darkness. The pain brought from the grey ripping free its burden brought an additional benefit: his mind cleared of dreams and confusion and doubt. Instinct took over his little body, from deepest fiber to smallest hatchling claw.

He pushed in every direction at once, head twisting and tail uncurling as the hatchling stood. He opened his eyes, but the light pained and confused him, so he shut them again. A wet web hung on him. It stuck ever where on his body, in the folds and hides and bone behind his jaw, crest and claws. Strange...no clouds or currents or friendly sunlight, yet he was not frightened at the newness. The sweet fragrant smell that which was Lynx's scent told him all was safe.

Then Lynx's voice could be heard. Soft and gentle like that of a mother when speaking to her child, "Open your eyes, little jewel. See your Guardian and your world!" His eyes snapped instantly open as the small head twisted around to gaze up at her. "Hello, little one...welcome to your world." The grey hatchling gazed up at Lynx with wonder, hesitating before he slowly placed one claw before the other, walking over to her, letting his tail drag along the ground a bit. Bits of egg shell still clung to his back, but the hatchling took no notice of this as he flicked his tongue out at Lynx, confussion muggling his young brain.

Without much thought the hatchling peeped up at her, a high-pitched sound between a bird chirp and a growl. Lynx smiled and held out a piece of ground up meat. The hatchling sniffed the strange, red thing before taking it out of her hands with his jaws and gnawing on it for a while, the taste juicy and delicious to his tongue. After some time of chewing and tasting it the grey could take it no longer and swollowed the meat. He gazed up at Lynx once more to find her still watching him. What were they to do now?

Lynx smiled as she watched the hatchling. He obviously thought she was his mother and she couldn't just leave him here...what was she to do? The mother was dead...what about the father? Where were the other dragons? Was it just this egg or were there more? Had they been stollen and this one forgotten? Or dropped..? So many questions with so few answers to them, however, Lynx was determined to protect this hatchling as her own, even if she never would have children of her own, a dragon wasn't close...but it was still a child needing to be looked after. It wouldn't live out her life, she would remain here even after the end of time. For her, there was no time. Just an endless amount of things to do.

Lightly Lynx patted the young dragons' head before she started walking into the forest, the grey following after her quietly. She would teach it to read and speak the many different languages she knew. She would love this hatchling more than her parents loved her...if they ever did. So it was, Lynx had found an egg and watched in amazement as a hatchling was born. And to this day, that yound hatchling is by her side as a friend, a brother, and a companion to travel with. They do many things together and their travels are many.





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