Summery:

Every living thing has a fire within. But only one is fire personified. A myth in our world… becomes a legend in theirs.


"Otulissa, do you have any idea what species it is?" Soren asked his friend. At first, he and the Band held nothing but contempt for the Spotted Owl, but over time, after many 'adventures', they had grown to respect an like her knowledge and character.

She stared long and hard at the object that her Barn Owl friend and fellow Collier had brought with him into her hollow. She had recently been promoted to the Ga'Hoolology ryb, and had been unable to join with her old chaw for their most recent coal gathering mission they just returned from. And in doing so, she had not been there when the chaw had to give up all the gathered coals to save the object Martin had found towards the middle of the flames.

"…No, I don't. I mean, I've never even heard of a species of animals that lay eggs such a bright orange, or any shade of orange at all! And it's so warm too…"

The object before them was indeed an egg. A bright orange egg that Martin had found in a burrow under a tree (1). So orange that the egg actually seemed to glow from the surrounding flames, according to Martin.

It was amazing how the little (Northern Saw-Weat) was able to carry the large orb from the flames and into the air to the rest of the chaw nearby. Bubo wasn't happy over the fact that they had to give up several high grade coals, but he accepted the fact since nothing was worth the life of an unborn.

"What could it be then? If you don't know what it is, which is shocking in and of itself, and Ezylryb hasn't found anything after scouring our entire library, how in Glaux's name our we supposed to know how to properly care for it?"

"I don't know Soren. The best thing we can do is wait till it hatches for us to know. Just be patient."

Soren sighed. "Alright… I'm sorry I yelled. It's just that Pelli tells me that she's with eggs is stressing me out to hagsmire and back. And now that we have an unknown egg and no idea who it belongs to or how to care for it, is just not helping."

Otulissa said nothing. Just looked at him in sympathy and placed a comforting wing on his shoulder.

"…May I ask for a favor?" He asked, looking up at his friend when an idea came to him.

"Sure, as long as it's not anything like taking care of the egg or something silly like that."

Silence was her answer.

"…Please don't tell me it's that…" she pleaded.

Continued silence.

"But, why me?" she shreed.

"Because you're the best choice. None of the other hollows except for the rybs are warm enough for an egg to be left alone. The Band can't take it for differing reasons. The rybs, with the exception of you, have to meet with their chaws every night for hours on end, while Ga'Hoolology has to only meet for a few hours two to three nights a week. And I won't ask Pelli to help take care of it with how moody she's been."

"Why not Bubo?"

"Bubo taking care of an egg…?" Soren died off to give emphasis on what he said.

They both started to churr loudly at the thought. They ment no offence to the blacksmith, but the thought of him calming down his firey personality enough to nest sit for an egg was amusing to say the least.

"Alright, fine. But I had better not be alone on this."

"I promiss to help when I can. And so will the others when we tell them."

She nodded at that, and they manuevered the egg into her nest. It really was an unusual egg. After that was done, and Soren had left for his own hollow, Otulissa added fuel and poked the flames in her grate, making them flare up. Finding the hollow a comfortable temperature, she looked at the egg once more, before turning in for the day.

'I have a feeling that whatever you are, you'll become something great.' She mused before setting herself down onto it, getting used to the sudden change of tempurature as Madame Plonk began to sing.


(1) Just imagine something like the rabbit hole under the tree in the new version of Alice in Wonderland.

Heyya people! New story for an amazing book series that's soon to become a movie. AND I'M GEEKING OUT ABOUT THAT!

Now, for everyone who's following my other stories, I'm sorry it's taking so long, but for the past year I've been trying to go out with a blast for my senior year (Universal's Grand Bash was AWSOME!) and I've also been suffering from a spiritual and, in turn, mental sickness lately. If someone is a preacher, or knows a preacher who'd be willing to help via PM's, I'd be extreamly happy.

What's in the egg? If you haven't figured it out already, focus on three points of interest.

1: It's a VERY bright color

2: It's pretty warm on it's own, even though it was taken out of the fire at least a day ago

3: It was found in a freaking fire.

Now, take a look at the summery and figure out what it is. And no, it doesn't have scales.