Authors Note: Sigh... Short pologue is short. Ok, fair warning: this is my first story and I started it two years ago. I want to get back into it and I feal that if I start to upload it that'll help leave reviews and response for me. Updates might be slow but i want to finish this project! :D
In a faraway corner of the Panqua Palace, in a small storage room, rarely used, a dragon owl named Bethset was hatching an egg.
She, a young (by dragon owl standards) turquoise dragon owl, had laid it earlier and stayed in one place having her preeners and servants come to her so that no one would find the egg. Then when she sensed the time was near she had brought the egg here. Now she impatiently waited for the egg to hatch. When, she wondered, when will this thing hatch? Being a dragon owl she was inherently impatient and self-absorbed. I could be being preened right now, she thought.
Now the egg was starting to tremble. Finally, she thought as she got off the egg. The only reason she had kept the egg instead of letting the attendants take it away was her belief that the chick would serve her, preen her, adore her. It will be my chick, I will have raised it. No lowly servant is good enough for me. No, my son of royal dragon owl blood! He shall be my servant. She had thought. But already her plan seemed to be a poor one.
The chick had finally managed to peck its way out of its shell and lay in the poor nest Bethset had made. Ugh! Why is it so bald? And covered in slime! Bethset managed to wipe off the chick with a cloth from the storage room. Bethset realized that she didn't know what to do next. The chick looked up at his mother and started to toddle toward her. Bethset backed away, slightly disgusted that this was to be her servant. Why is he ( for she could now see that it was a boy) coming to me? Does he want something? Never having done any work in her life Bethset wanted to call for a servant to help her but knew that she could not.
Instead, then, she spent a few minutes looking through the storage room and bringing items to the chick trying to find out what it wanted. After a while she got hungry. Maybe that's what it needs? She speculated. Food? After a little more searching she found a store of dried caterpillars which she brought out to the chick. Bethset sighed, already tired of having a chick. Who knew it would be so much work? However she was still lured by the thought of her own servant, of her blood. So before she left she spoke her first words to the chick.
"Hello, my son. I am Bethset. When you have grown up you will be able to serve me. You will bring me great honor." And then she left, momentarily forgetting about the hagsfiend she'd just hatched.