Reworking an old story

21/04/2013 15:52

I need to find a new title…


Anyway. Have a snippet of old/new story.


“I thought you were helping the Council.” Marianne said when the children had scattered to their evening activities, leaving the three adults sat at the table. “Has something happened?”

Eeloia shrugged. “In a way.” She pulled a small box out of her coat pocket. “Have you seen anything like this before?”

Marianne took the box, and Drano leaned over as she opened it. Together, they examined the contents.

“You can tip them out.” Eeloia said. “They’re ok to handle.”

Marianne tipped the shining shards onto her palm, and Drano picked one up. It was slightly curved, and tinged as he flicked it with a fingernail. “I haven’t come across anything like this. Ceramic?”

“I wish.” Eeloia said. “Dragon egg shell.”

Two faces stared at her. Eeloia made a face. “Yep.”

Marianne tipped the shell back into the box, and held it out for Drano to drop his piece in. “So are the legends about them true?”

“I think so. They live off magic, that much is true. So I think one must have hatched, and has been slowly using more magic as it grows.”

“It’s been fading for fifteen years, so that makes sense.” Drano said. “Why have you not mentioned this in the Council?”

Eeloia was glaring at the table. “The dragons were all killed. To get an egg, you need a dragon. So where did it come from?”

“Where did you find those bits of shell?”

“In the lava beds to the South.”

“Could they be ancient?”

Eeloia shrugged. “They could be, but they were on the surface. A thousand years usually buries things.”

“How long do they last? How do they hatch?” Drano asked. “Could it have happened naturally?”

“Based on what I know, they get laid in hot places – volcanoes, lava streams, that sort of thing. And then they hatch fairly quickly, a year or so. I admit that there could have been an egg left over that has only just got into the right place.”

“You think someone might have deliberately hatched it?” Marianne said incredulously.

“According to the legend, there were three eggs left over.” Eeloia said, staring at the table. “I went looking for them. I can only find two.”

“Who would…”

“I have no idea. But you see why I don’t want to bring it up in the Council?”

Drano nodded. “You’d be accusing someone, but you don’t know who.”

“I don’t even know if I’m right.” Eeloia said frankly. “I think that’s dragon egg, and I think there’s one missing. But I haven’t found the dragon and I only think there is one because it fits the loss of magic over the years.”

Author: kate

Kate Coe is an editor, book reviewer and writer of fiction & fantasy. She writes the sparkpunk GreenSky series and blogs at When she's not working, she fills her spare time in between writing with web design, gaming, geeky cross-stitch and DIY (which may or may not involve destroying things). She also reads far fewer books that she would like to, but possibly more than she really has time for.