It was the dead of night when the last egg finally hatched. There was no moon on this dark night. A scaly black hand broke through the shell as Okan watched the last of his brood being born in the hatching pool underneath the village’s Hist tree. The village elder, Weedum-La, oversaw the hatching.
The mother, Wuresh, took the other two eggs weeks ago. He hasn’t seen or heard from her since. Why Wuresh didn’t take this egg he didn’t know. Maybe it had something to do with it being much smaller than the other two. Regardless, this hatchling was all Okan had left of a misleading relationship with a cultist from the Worm Cult.
A skinny leg kicked apart the shell, revealing the hatchling within. Her scales were mostly black with hints of gray along her belly, arms and legs and brown diamonds on her back, much like Okan. The young female let out a healthy cry, swishing her tail about in aggravation from the coldness of the night. Okan scooped up his tiny daughter in h