Strange Occurrences

Rewrote Prologue 1-23-10

Here's my first real fanfiction.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.


A young earth dragon paces across the room. In one hand he holds a crumpled pieces of paper while the other he has placed on his chin. The door to the waiting room opens and a black dragoness and a yellow and blue dragon walk out holding a yellow egg with blue stripes. He stares for a moment before continuing his journey to and fro throughout the waiting room.

'Why am I out here. I should be with Sorl, what if something goes wrong. Then I'm to blame because I couldn't be there. I wonder--'

The door swings open again and a sky-blue nurse comes out. "Mr. Orao?" she says.

"Yes, that's me." he replies.

"You may come to see your wife now."

Orao quickly follows the nurse down the hallway until they reach the room where his wife waits with their egg. She holds an egg that is larger than her head. It is multicolored; the main portion of the egg is a brown could be made of soil, while the tip of the egg is a pure golden yellow with streaks that run down either side meeting at the bottom.

"Wow," he says, "that's our egg?"

"Yes, it's ours" his wife replies.

'This is amazing, I'm going to have a child. Someone to play with. Someone else to love. Another mouth to feed, and by the looks of it a large mouth too.' Orao thinks. He slowly teeters back and forth before falling forward into a daze.


Two weeks later…

"Well Sorl, anytime now our egg should hatch. Then we'll finally have our first, though rather large, child.

"Oh, I can't wait to see him or her hatch. I wonder--" a distinct cracking sound interrupts their conversation. Both dragons quickly rise from their seats and run to the room in which the egg lies. On one side a soil brown paw is breaking out of the egg. On the other side of the egg a golden paw also sticks out. The outer parts of the egg falls away and the new parents can see that their one egg contains two dragons.

"Oh, look at them Orao, we have two new children!" she approaches the brown dragon while Orao nears the other. Both parents pick up their children and as they turn away both young dragons shriek. They look into the egg and see that they are connected by a cylindrical tube of black flesh. They spend the next few minutes wondering how this could have happened and eventually choose names for the twins. The golden yellow dragon is named Bourgeoisie and the dirt brown dragon, Proletariat.