◜ . chapter one ┊ an egg in the territory . ◞

Nestled in the tree roots that bordered the swampland, an egg with pale green blotches sat as still as stone. Surrounded by it were eggshells, a sure sign that the egg had not been alone. Not even a wiggle or shift in its position could be seen for hours, or even days. Could the living being growing inside of it have perished? Perhaps, considering that no mother was in sight. However, there was a chance that the humid heat radiating from the swamp waters could have kept the egg somewhat warm.

The scent of its mother was stale by now, and the clock was ticking for the large egg. Was it too late, or would someone discover it just in time?