Prompt taken from website Self Publishing School. More details on why I’m doing writing prompts can be found on this post.
Write about a character who finds an odd-looking egg in the forest. When they take it home, they never could have predicted what was inside it.
Characters: Kas (human) and Vette (witch turned tiger). Hunters for hire.
Vette pounded in the air and landed, paws either side of the misshaped object nestled in tree roots. Kas stood back, watching her as she batted it, leapt away, then crept forward, body low to the ground.
He rolled his eyes, approached, and before she could do anything else, scooped up what he took to be a stone.
“Hey!” Vette said, a touch of a growl beneath her words. “I was going to get that!”
“You were playing with it,” he drawled, turning the stone over in his hands. It was not, actually, a stone. Just a little too light, for starters. Similar colour though – grey, with darker patches across. But it felt warm, and when he tapped the side, it almost sounded hollow.
Vette cocked her head. “Egg?”
“Seems like,” he grunted. “Too small for dragon though. Ain’t anything round here lays eggs like that.” He lifted it until it was eye level, studying it as he frowned. “Don’t seem right.”
To Kas’ eye, it looked too misshapen for an egg. The ones he was used to were smooth, but this had ridges and bumps. Still, he couldn’t see how it would be anything else.
“We taking it?” Vette stepped forward, eyes fixed on the object, and Kas sighed.
“Don’t look like it got no one else.” He looked around, staring at the spot where Vette had found it. “Don’t look like a nest here, either.”
“No. It doesn’t.” She pushed up onto her back legs, staring up into the tree. “Can’t see one up there, either.”
Kas sighed, turning the object over, before shrugging. “Well. We’ll take it back then go see Myri. He might know what it is.”
* * *
Myri cupped the egg in his hands, frowning as he judged the weight, tilted it, then placed it slowly on the counter. His shop was small, but full, a variety of objects stacked high on shelves, squeezed onto every surface. A small collection of books nestled in one corner. A range of weapons hung on the walls. And everywhere else were objects Kas did not recognise, and could not name even if he tried. Long, hollowed out sticks, thin circles of metal, trinkets and jewellery and other assorted goods.
Myri sighed and scratched the back of his neck, flakes of skin drifting off. “I actually have no idea. I think you’re right, and it does seem to be an egg of some kind, but I’ve never seen the likes. You been keeping it warm?”
Kas nodded, glanced down at Vette. “She kept it against her all night.”
“Good idea.” He crossed his arms, leaned back and glanced down at Vette. “How goes the quest?”
“Err,” Vette shrugged her big cat shoulders, rolled her eyes to look at Kas. “It’s…on hold.”
“She doesn’t know if she wants to turn back,” Kas grumbled, and Myri laughed.
“Can’t fault her for that. Imagine having that kind of power.”
“She has more as a mage.”
“Okay, Kas.” Vette rolled her eyes. “I still haven’t made up my mind, that’s all.”
“Well, when you do, let me know.” Myri leaned over the counter, staring down at her. “I’ve been making…enquiries. Getting in touch with some contacts. We might be able to help you with the next steps.”
Kas slid closer to the counter, squaring his shoulders as he stared at the shorter man. “Tell us what you know, Myri.”
“Nothing yet, my dear friend. I’ve just been…scoping, that’s all.” He tapped the egg. “Take that home. If it hatches, come back and let me know. I’d love to find out what’s in it.”
Before Kas could say anything else, Vette leapt up, putting her great, big paws on the counter and nudging the egg with her nose, before opening her mouth and gently setting her jaw around it. Kas turned and strode of the shop, the tiger following close behind.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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