Duck Stories: The Egg
In a spread of ocean, unmarked by anything permanent, a group of those with the immense power to change the world at their leisure decide to settle themselves down, to turn this patch of barren water and sand into something more refined. It is their nature to create—and at times, destroy—and in accordance to that, they begin to act on their desires.
And create, they did. Decidedly the first creation of the age, millions upon millions of pounds of sand were compressed together, forming a gigantic mountain of hardened sand-turned-stone. But that was not all, for its innards were compressed every further, eventually combusting its innards into boiling magma, with it becoming the First Volcano. Streams of black rose from the sea floor, rich in nutrients and minerals, great chimneys that reached their hands towards the sky. Caves formed, corridors of stone, both wide and small, twisting and turning and each of them leading to another. The world was being enriched with the great and magnificent creations that would soon serve to be the foundation of many species of life, turning this boring patch of ocean into a beautiful ecosystem.
But unlike the great landscape changing of its fellow creators, one of them opted to make a small, boulder-sized creation that would lead to something far grander than what it was in the future. It sought to have it absorb its surroundings, making a sphere of currents wrap around the ovoid shape and eventually go into it, compressing it down into power. And finally, a breath of life was fed into it. One of monocular vision, an acquaintanceship with water, and whose identity will be revealed in the future. It has a budding mind, despite it being so young and undeveloped, and would in time become accustomed to the sensation power. Boulder no longer, for it was the womb of what would be one of the greatest creations to waddle the sea floor. Thus, it had been named Egg, and was left to gestate.
There it lay, undisturbed by anything in the vicinity, year after year. Though the current and minerals it took in was much—to the point where not a single thing could grow or form there—it had managed to remain unnoticed by any predators who would seek it out, or those who would want to use its power for their own gain. All according to the plan formed since the Egg's creation.
But something touches the egg of the gestating avian. An unseen hand sees the power that has accumulated ever since its creation, and desires it. It molds, twists and pulls it out of the fetus, stringing it together into something with coils, scales, that imitates the egg's hunger for powe,r and comes with it's own endless greed for the ancient jewels and gems that lie beneath the surface of the sea.
And then, it happens. After all the power was drained, the duck was cast aside in its little shell, and instead the scaly reptilian of growing power was born. A serpent of the seat, it could be called, but it preferred its title of "Dragon". The pilfered power of the Egg was now Dragon's, and from there on, it abandoned the Egg and sorely weakened avian to its own devices, swimming outward to seek its own path to the desire of their heart.
Miraculously, perhaps by the touch of the being who felt the Egg, it was left unbroken. Though weakened, this was not the end for the young duck that would grow from it. Rather, this was a renewed start, for the one who had taken an idea from their mere thoughts and made it into the Egg had passed by and saw exactly what occurred, expressing outrage at what occured.
The creator of the Egg, upon seeing what one could call "desecration" of the Egg and the interference of its peer, could leave the Egg like that no longer. Unknown power was drawn into the long-reaching arms used to create the structure of the Egg, and it was further imbued with its signature power of absorption. Beyond measured it was empowered to go twice, no, thrice as fast as it could before. It sought to come back with a renewed attention to its singular creation, swearing that it will make it as great as what was within its current abilities.
The sleeping duck felt this, and it soon began to swell. Even in its state of unconsciousness, a mind yet to fully awaken, what little existed there could sense a change in the growth it had experienced. And for another 20 years, it lay alone in its small world, storing power for its birth all the while.
Last minute Omake for points? I'm two off from getting to Big, so I just wanted to get this out there. #Ducks4Life #AviansOverMammals #Bread.
