--{-@ GrahNaarg: Prince of the Island @-}--
(-* Chapter 2: Hatching and Other Things *-)

The egg in the blue drenched room called the "Royal
Nursery" began to make small, sudden movements and
crakling sounds. Urgle, Queen of the Island, started
from her nap next to the cradle. Finally, the egg was
going to hatch! She began to debate which of the final
10 names she picked should be the newborn's name.
Nanny Grah came running into the room just before the
egg shattered, spilling out the little grendel inside of
it. The tiny infant grendel was a male, like his mother
predicted. Still wet with yolk, he peered up out of his
cradle and up at the two females looking at him.
"Oooh, he's adorable!", the now Queen mother cooed as
she scooped up the little tyke.
"I have never seen a little male in a lavender shade
before!", Grah said as she made sure the newborn was
healthy.
"Well, he obviously gets his handsomeness from his
Mother.", Urgle smiled as the baby squirmed out of her
arms and into the cradle. "His name is GrahNaarg." his
mother said with smile as the baby fell asleep.

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Ambassador Fren (a red purple mountain norn) looked
at the tiny, lavender, crown prince of the Island. He
had to admit to himself that this lil' grendel was very
cute by anyone's standard. He reached down and tickled
him and gave him his gift of a 'GrenMix Ouch Doll'.
"Congradulations on your new son, Queen Urgle." the
ambassador said as the baby went about making his new
toy shreek 'OW!' over and over again.
"May he live long, well and rule justly over the
Island and it's people.", the Ettintopia (who was a green
ettin) ambassador toasted. Everyone mumbled agreement,
raised their glasses and drank to it.
Baby GrahNaarg looked around the room. All of these
creatures had given him toys and lots of tickles and he
was hamming up every second of it. He grew tired of being
held by the royal nanny (who was of yellow gren-norn stock)
and crawled into his Mom's lap. Nevermind that he spilled
fine blue magic tree fruit wine on the gown of an ambassador's
wife. He could sense that all this commotion was in his honor
and he was going make himself the center of attention even it
he already was the center of attention.
He banged on his GrenMix Ouch doll for several more minutes
before deciding to finally give the poor thing a rest. Fren
wondered if the toy would last much longer than a week with how
much the prince was beating on it. (Of course, the thing *was*
made to be beaten on but, the tyke was giving thing quite the
working over!)
The GrenMix Ouch doll out of his mind, he wondered what the
blue stuff was that his Mom was drinking. Urgle noticed that the
baby was eyeing her blue-magic-tree-fruit-wine and decided it was
better to give him a sip than to have him try to take it from her
and spill it on the dresses of more dignitaries. She tipped the
chalice to the prince's lips and he took a sip.
GrahNaarg's eyes almost bugged! The stuff was very sweet, to
the point of almost tooth rotting! He liked it.
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"Guard, what is all of the clammor upstairs about?", the orange
wreck of a grendel asked the nor-gren guard guarding his cell.
"If you MUST know, traitor, the Queen is celebrating the birth
of the new crown prince, GrahNaarg.", the guard snipped.
Umaumaarg was flabber gasted at the news. His Urgle had a son?
Who was the father? Urgle wasn't one to roam, could the new prince
be his... be his... his... son? His shocked brain ordered him to
sit down. He hit his back on the wall and slid down to floor until
he was sitting. He needed time to digest this news.
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