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Chapter Two: Fun at the Inkling'sDeeth woke up early, but remembering that it was his weekend off, went back to sleep. He kept passing back and forth between dreams and the real world before he finally decided to get up at midday. He sat up and belched as he rubbed his stomach. "I guess I ate too much."Chapter Two: Fun at the Inkling's by DeethIrteen
As Deeth put his feet on the floor, his accidentally stepped on something. He winced and pulled his foot back up. Looking down, he saw that he had stepped on the black egg from the package.
"Huh, I guess it rolled off." He picked up the egg to place it on a bookshelf. As he approached, he stepped on a crumpled piece of paper. It was the wadded up scroll. Deeth rolled his eyes. "Stupid junk mail."
Deeth took another shower and changed into a blue shirt, black trousers and leather boots. He put his usual effects in his pockets and walked towards the door. He stopped at the knob, glancing back at the brown package and black egg. "That thing's pretty big. Almost looks like a dragon egg..." Deeth rolled his eyes. "Nah. Ther
Chapter Three: The UniversityAs Deeth woke up the next morning, he stretched out his back and put on a new pair of clothes; another t-shirt and the same color of trousers. After brushing his teeth, he walked to his bedroom door and prepared to start a new day. But as he took hold of the knob, he suddenly remembered what happened last night.Chapter Three: The University by DeethIrteen
"Okay..." He took a deep breath and clutched the knob. "There's no egg outside my door, there's no egg outside my door, there's no egg outside..." he turned the knob. “My..." he pushed it slowly open. "...door?"
Deeth looked around at the floor outside his door. There was no sign of any eggs anywhere on the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door open the whole way... only for something to CLANK against the other side. Deeth ran outside and slammed the door closed. Sure enough, the black egg was rolling around on the other side.
He picked it up and shook it around. "How. Does. This. Keep. HAPPENING?!"
He ran across his house and tossed the egg onto the cou
Chapter Four: A really bad dayWhen Deeth got home, he made sure to tape the egg to the bookshelf and bury it under a tiny fort of random books. He left his bedroom door ajar so he could listen to see if the egg was moving. He didn't hear a peep for the longest time. He eventually lost track of time and drifted off to sleep.Chapter Four: A really bad day by DeethIrteen
The next morning meant the weekend was finally over, and Deeth had to go back to work at the pizzeria. As he shut off his alarm, he was happy to find that the egg was still taped to its spot on the bookshelf.
"Ha!" He cheered. "I finally beat you!"
Deeth happily put on his work uniform and went to the kitchen for breakfast. "I think this calls for a bowl of chocolate-covered sugar chunks!"
As Deeth ate his bowl of cereal, he kept leaning over the table to peer into the living room at the bookshelf. Dardarax's words repeated in his mind over and over.
"I guess there's no getting around it. I've got to go check out that park and see what happens." Deeth glared at the egg. "By the gods, how did I g
Chapter One: A slice of lifeEleven years and ten months later…Chapter One: A slice of life by DeethIrteen
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-click.
Deeth shut his alarm clock off and sat up. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He stood up, dusting his t-shirt off. “Thanks the gods it’s the sixth day.”
He checked the clock. He got up and seven in the morning, same as always. With tired eyes he walked to his closest to pull out his work clothes. Ten minutes later, he was in the shower, washing off his body of the smell of leftover pizza and snacks. Once he was reasonably clean, he stood before the bathroom mirror and looked himself over to shave.
Deeth had just turned twenty-four last month. His sparkly blue eyes were contrasted by his dark, black hair. He grunted watched himself with tired eyes as he shaved the stubble off his face. He winced in pain as he cut his upper lip. By the time he was done, he cut himself three more times. Groaning, he wiped it away with some tissue paper. He left his short beard alone; his dad always