Chapter Three – Hatching

When Jorn said he had never seen such a stone in his life, Ellard finished his lunch and went straight to his room and slumped down on his bed, leaving the stone by his windowsill. Ellard was tired and it was not long for him to be in a dreamless sleep.

Living in a small rural area, Ellard’s mother, Annora, had a relatively calm life as a farmer and every day she trundled down to the cows, sheep, horses and chickens to see if they were all right or not. Then she would go and tender crops and water them, planting new ones if others died; sometimes hack down weeds, and finally pick seasoning such as thyme and rosemary for lunch and supper. Little she knew her bucolic routine was about to change thoroughly.

Crack! Thump! Ellard woke up in a instant, realizing the stone was clearly not a stone, but an egg, and the top of the egg lay there, on the windowsill. Out of the egg came a strange, small, winged beast as blue as the egg. Impressed with the creature at his hands, he just then realized the once sapphire egg was now a smouldered pale white egg and as squishy as a mushroom.

Astonished, he took the small life back to his brother, Jorn, who immediately shrieked: “Dragon!” in horror and fell back on his chair and thumped his hind on the floor. “You brought doom to us, Ellard!”

“No, this dragon, as you called, can’t be bad! It’s so beautiful, and small, and harmless! Look at it! How it can be doom? It just hatched right now in my room!”

Ellard couldn’t control his laughter, how could Jorn be afraid of such tiny thing?

Suddenly, a gust of freezing wind flew inside as Tillie came in with two white rabbits for supper, wondering what this commotion was about, but in reality just caring about when dinner would be ready. She was famished.

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