GrahNaarg: Prince of the Island

----Chapter 1: EGGcellent Tidings----

None of Queen Urgle's children had survived the war.
She had a few grandchildren who survived, but they did
not want to heir to the crown. She knew she had to have
a successor or her home, the Island, might plummet into
chaos again.
Urgle gnashed at the fruit in a nearby by bowl. The
hand, Goddess, had been kind to the grendels since Urgle
had become Queen. The fruit was the result of a cob
made by Goddess made as a gift to the grendels. Her
hunger had been near unsatisfiable in recent weeks. She
didn't know what could have caused it, she was not ill
and she certainly was not going into a growth spurt at
8 hours of age. The grendel swallowed and looked into
the fruit bowl, empty. Her stomach growled again, she
rang for her hand-maiden to get her more food.
Maybe I should have Grah come for a visit, the Queen
thought. The black female grendel had a way with
treating illnesses and children.
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Grah was able to tell what was ailing the Queen the
moment she saw her, but Grah didn't tell her immediatly,
she had little time to visit her friend, Urgle, these
days.
Grah's diagnosis? Oh, yeah. Urgle was pregnant.
"Grah, it has been a while since we have last met." the
purple grendel queen said.
"Too long, indeed, your highness." Grah agreed.
"Oh, you don't have to go on with that 'your highness'
stuff, it's just us two in here." the purple grendel
admonished. She picked up an apple and ate it. "Would
you like some?" Urgle said, holding out the bowl to
Grah.
"No thank you."
Urgle told Grah what her symptoms had been and had
wondered aloud what it could be. The monarch had seemed
to be extremely worried.
"Why Urgle, I'm surprized at you. You've had 10 kids
before and you can't recognize that number 11 is on the
way?" 'Nanny' Grah said.
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Urgle looked at the small egg in the cradle. She sat
admiring it's shining yellowish orange shell with puprle
dots. She looked around the royal nursery. It was all
shades of blue, even the canopy of the cradle was a pale
blue. Something had just told her that it was going to
be a boy.
Inside, Urgle was having a arguement with herself.
There was only one male that could be the father of the
egg in the cradle, Umaumaarg. He was currently in the
dungeon serving a life sentence of "being a traitor to
the realm".
Should she tell her son when the time came who his
father was? What would his reaction to being the son of
traitor be? Should she even let Umaumaarg know that he
was the father of the Crown prince? Nevermind should,
*could* she even muster up the strength to?
Just like before, she coulndn't come up with a solution
to her internal debate. She gently rocked the cradle,
attempting make herself forget her delema for the moment.
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Stay tuned for chapter 2: "Hatching and Other Things"

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