The stars glittered above in the azure skies that cold night in fall.
The rich women and men of the Arcana kingdom hurried through the streets, hurrying along to get back home.
Not one suspected anything interesting would happen that night.
A strange looking elf hurried through the streets, he stood out amongst the other people.
Every time he’d bump into someone he’d mutter an apology and continue on.
This strange elf wore a blue robe with different constellations stitched on it, you could hardly see his face due to the hood he wore, and he carried a stack of spell books.
“I must hurry...Liana depends on me being there... Must hurry...”
He muttered the same words over and over under his breath, receiving odd looks from those he passed by.
“Is he going insane?”
“What’s wrong with him?”
He ignored the whispers and hurried down the dim lit streets.
As the castle came into sight he let out a relieved sigh.“Almost there...” He whispered as he sped up.
Just as he started to pass through the gate someone nearby called.
The strange elf stopped and quietly sighed, he turned to see two Arcanian guards hurrying over.
One was a human female, with short white hair and icy blue eyes.
The second one was a male satyr, with dark brown hair and eyes as dark as the sky.
The human female reached him first, “State your name and business in the castle.”
The elf simply chuckled, and slid his hood off enough for the human to see his face.
Her icy eyes widened and she gasped, “I’m sorry sir! I didn’t realize-”
“Its fine, you wouldn’t have recognized me with my face covered. What is your name?”
“Myrita Fienurr,” she replied with a bow.
Sounds oddly familiar... The elf thought to himself.
“Interesting...” He mumbled before hurrying through the gates.
The satyr stopped beside Myrita, “Who was that?”
“That was Prof. Anki Aviur!”
Anki thought about Myrita as he passed through the halls, Have I Met her before?
He shook his head, that’s very unlikely. Anyways that’s not important at the current time. I need to focus.
Anki stopped in front of a scratched up old wooden door.
I wonder why there aren’t as many guards patrolling the halls today...
He reached forward and grabbed the handle, turning it and pulling the door open.
Anki sat his books down on the table and whispered a basic fire spell.
A small flame appeared on his finger tip, in which he used to light a small white candle on the table.
Once the candle was lit the room slightly brightened up.
The floor was a beautiful oak wood, the walls not visible due to tall filled bookshelves in front of every wall, and in the center of the room was an old oak table covered in papers and such.
In the center of the table sat an egg.
It was a beautiful egg, it was colored with blues and purples and pinks and had strange white patterns on it.
This was no normal mythical creature’s egg, no it wasn’t.
It was the egg of a Niclea, a race like an elf or human.
It was one of the only races that came out of an egg, and yet the eggs weren’t made like normal eggs either.
They were crafted with a strange type of magic.
A type of magic lost to time.
Why was Anki keeping this egg?
This was the last Niclea egg.
The Niclea’s were killed off centuries ago in a war against the elves.
Anki’s own kind slaughtered them all.
Nobody remembered why that even happened, who started the war or why.
All we know is that it was a bloodbath, the elves were trained for battle but the Niclea weren’t as prepared.
Anki found the egg during his travels, deep in an old abandoned mine.
Far from any dangers.
Anki didn’t understand why the egg hadn’t hatched yet or how it was in such good shape, it must have sat in the caves for centuries and yet not a single crack was on it.
Anki looked closely at the egg, you could slightly see the silhouette of what lie inside.
It was similar shape of an elf but it had longer pointier ears and a long tail.
“Fascinating...” Anki murmured to himself as he admired the egg.
Anki froze as the egg started to shake.
“...Its...Its finally hatchi-”
Anki was cut off by an earsplitting screech.
He instantly turned to the door, that came from the gate...
The door slowly creaked open, and Anki’s light went out.
“Who’s there?” Anki shuddered.
Two glowing icy blue eyes appeared a few feet in front of Anki.
“What is your name?” the figure asked, the voice of the unknown intruder like that of a serpents.
“A...Anki Aviur the third...” He stuttered.
“Ah, so you are the great professor? Tch, I expected... a bit more.”
Suddenly a light came on, and Anki saw the intruder.
The intruder was a female human, her face was half covered by the neck of her black cloak, she had red and black steel armor pads on her shoulders and around her waist, her skin was almost white she was so pale, her eyes glittered like cold stars, and she was holding a knife at Anki’s throat.
The knife was already red with blood.
“Your from Runzid aren’t you? An assassin perhaps?” Anki asked, his voice quivering with fear.
She chuckled, “Your not a well known professor for nothing, could you guess what I’m here for?”
“Er, Information? Kill off some of Arcana’s higher ranking soldiers? To kill me?”
She let out a laugh which sounded like a hiss, “I wasn’t sent to kill you. Although I’d quite like to slit your throat.”
Her eyes glittered, “the egg is what I have my eyes on this time.”
She glanced over his shoulder, “Which seems to be hatching as we speak...”
Anki turned to grab the egg but the assassin swiftly dodged around Anki, and snatched the egg off of the table herself.
“No!” Anki tried to grab the egg out of the assassin’s hand but he was far to slow.
The assassin dodged around his clumsy attempt and gracefully landed beside him.
“Too slow professor!” She whispered in his ear before running out of the room.
Anki charged out after her,
He reached the gate and suddenly tripped.
“Aargh!” He landed side, pain striking through his hip.
What did I trip over?
He rolled over, feeling something sticky on his leg.
He sat up and gagged at what he saw.
Myrita laid on the ground, blood dripping out of her throat starting a small pool around her neck.
Her once beautiful icy blue eyes now dull and blank as she stared out at nothing.
Nearby the satyr’s body lain with a pool of blood by his nearly severed head. A cut in his leg and trail of blood leading to where he lie showing that he tried to limp away.
Near the satyr more bodies lie, more people whom died for a mere egg.
Its all my fault, I should have kept the egg hidden away somewhere else!
Anki looked up to see the assassin staring at him from a rooftop nearby, an evil gleam in her eyes.
Then she vanished into the night.