After two days, Sley managed to reach the dark forest. The clearing that was the city was still without a canopy, so he flew over the trees to reach it. He felt hollow - his anger and lust for power were both gone, and now he didn't know what else there was for him to feel. With no other purpose, he hurried to the nursery.
By some miracle, the eggs were still alive, though the fetuses were definitely fading. Almost mechanically, he hurried with the mud and heaters, working until each egg was fully restored. They were all safe and sound.
Now, he had nothing to do, except wait, and maybe go out for some old food or some water. Those weapons with crystal fragments, the ones that had been made in preparation for war, crossed his mind for a moment, but as he recalled, even all put together, those specks wouldn't have the power to change anything. No…these eggs were all he had.
But as he gazed into one, and saw the little glowing baby through the translucent shell, curled up with its half-formed eyes closed, blissfully unaware of everything in the world…he wondered if, perhaps, he could find new life in raising these four children.
Maybe there was more in him than anger and hunger for power.
~THE END~