No one should play god if they could avoid it.
Call upon their aid â yes, but thatâs a different story. A thick sheathe lied between the idea of summoning beasts fabricated by legends and stories, or to raise one right from an egg. Gaia knew what monster this delicate shell held, although Sarah couldnât quite bring herself to bestow her hatchling with unfriendly terms such as. Unlike the elders of Madain Sari, she had expanded her sight beyond the narrowmindedness shared by many of the villagers. A seed of thought put there by the faults of their ancestors, growing deep roots over the course of centuries. No one wanted to repeat the mistakes of the old, and therefore, no one dared to think beyond the trapped space they had put themselves in.
Monsters are monsters. You fight them, you hunt them, you run from them â but you do not carry their eggs into your home and keep it warm. You do not help the monsters hatch.
Sarah knew she ought to put the egg back where she found it. She knew that grave danger may lay within the confines of the shell, and that she may have brought doom upon her village. But.. werenât those the stories parents told their kids to keep them safe? Stories the young summoner never had bought, not even when she was but a fledgling herself. The idea of untameable beasts laid beyond Sarahâs understanding â not when she was raised to call upon the help of Eidolons. If such a rare skill was possible, why shouldnât anyone be able to raise a mortal âmonsterâ, made of flesh and bone? If it grew among the side of humans, it may be used for great purpose. It could turn out to become a most loyal companion â maybe even more so than any animal out there.
These were the excuses she told herself to keep the egg close. From the moment she had found the lonesome thing in an abandoned nest, Sarah hardly wanted to part from it. Sheâd set it close to a fire and keep an eye on it during day and night. Her parents had grown wary of their daughterâs strange behaviour, but Sarah kept the egg a secret from them â it was a bit of a hardship, but the young woman managed. For two weeks, the little game of hide and seek played on, without any signs of hatching being noticed whatsoever.
When she nearly gave up on the idea of a living animal hatching from the egg, the first crack appeared in the pale shell. It happened in the middle of the night, and Sarah thought she was ready to pass out sitting right by the table â if it werenât for the faint, cracking noise that had the brunette attentive and awake in the timespan of a second. âBy the godsâ, she whispered to no one in particular â or maybe she did after all.
Sarah thought her heart was about to stop any second, too. With each growing crack and push against the protecting confines, the suspension grew and became nearly unbearable for the summoner. Sometimes, sheâd whisper and urge and tell the little thing that it was strong enough to break out of there. She braced herself for the first, true contact and mused just what sort of creature she had brought home here. At long last, it was the strong push of a muzzle that pushed a hole into the egg. While it was too dark for her to see, Sarah was convinced she had spotted scales. A reptile, then? What a good thing she had cut pieces of fresh meat as soon as the egg started cracking, then. The other option were vegetables, but⊠now she started to believe those would not be appreciated too much.
Brows furrowed in concentration. Any second now, and sheâd come face to face with her own little hatchling. Within her chest, Sarahâs heart was beating painfully fast.
âCome on, little friend. You can do it.â The whispered encouragement was working like a charm. As soon as the words tumbled from Sarahâs tongue, a tiny head broke through the shell. In the dim light of fire, scales shone like charcoal and granite. Slowly, a pair of golden eyes were blinking and trying to make sense of their surroundings. She swallowed thickly. The ground beneath her feet felt wobbly, for nothing impacted as hard onto the summoner as the truth of knowing what she had carried home.
A raptor. The most dangerous predator out there, and probably, the last, too.
For there was a reason people have given their lives trying to erase them from the planet.
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