Description
"Well, that is it." Sevlia, not hearing a word coming out of the king's mouth, was drawn to the egg sitting upright on the lavishly decorated stand which was covered in gold plating, metal vines lacing the sides of the waist-high pole, slowly twining upward to delicately cradle a large bowl of silver. In that bowl lay a plush pillow, so large that it draped over the sides of the silver bowl. And in the precise middle of that luxurious pillow lay a dragon's egg. The egg was large, at least larger than any egg Sevlia had seen before. The width of the egg was about equal to the width of Sevlia's waist. The height of it was about the length of her torso from top to bottom. "Seeing as no one who dared lay a hand on this egg is worthy of-" As Sevlia gazed upon the dragon egg, she could see its silky texture, how smooth it would feel if she could just stroke its shell. The light yellow color pulsed slightly under Sevlia's unblinking eyes, still mesmerized by the egg, drawn to the egg. "-claiming this as their own-" Sevlia was at last within an arm's distance of the egg, her arms eagerly outstretched towards the magnificent oval. "I am inclined to name the egg's owner as my-" Just then, the king turned around, raising his arm, about to make a gesture to his daughter, when his eyes beheld Sevlia, her hand barely making contact with the dragon egg. "What - what is this girl doing here?" the king shouted, his voice filled with aggravation. "Get her out of-" Sevlia touched the egg, and everything went white.
Prologue
