Dragon Egg
I enjoyed the recent drabbles about Aithusa's hatching, so I offer my own.
The taps had shaken the egg, rocking it on its perch, but the final sharp thrust cracked it open, marking an end and a beginning.
Created to protect, hard shell shaped in strong form, it had done its job. First in a dragon’s wild eyrie, then captured and tri-fold locked in a mausoleum, held to await …. who knew? Grasped by eager hands, long fingers spread around the shell to lift it reverently. Nestled, raced, displayed. And then ….
Its precious cargo was summoned. Enlivened. The embryonic dragon awoke to shatter the shell. Centuries of holding and protecting, shrugged off in moments by spreading wings. The end of the shell’s task. The beginning of its purpose.
The taps had shaken the egg, rocking it on its perch, but the final sharp thrust cracked it open, marking an end and a beginning.
Created to protect, hard shell shaped in strong form, it had done its job. First in a dragon’s wild eyrie, then captured and tri-fold locked in a mausoleum, held to await …. who knew? Grasped by eager hands, long fingers spread around the shell to lift it reverently. Nestled, raced, displayed. And then ….
Its precious cargo was summoned. Enlivened. The embryonic dragon awoke to shatter the shell. Centuries of holding and protecting, shrugged off in moments by spreading wings. The end of the shell’s task. The beginning of its purpose.