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Problems on the desert island? What is causing
things to "look pretty scary over there"? (to quote
General Flib) Let's find out, shall we?
The newly modified Grendel Mother began to tremble about 30
minutes after the birth of "Grah", the first natural
born female grendel. This was one of the signs that another
grendel was about to hatch. Goddess had forgotten to alter her
NewGren Detector to account for the changes in the Grendel Mother.
She had also forgot to program it to only lay an egg if there was
no grendel currently out.....
A yellow egg with green "wiggly" stripes on it came
falling out of the machine. It hit the ground hard and shattered
in thousands of tiny shards. An orange male grendel was at the
center of the mess. Some sort of instinct was pulling him to the
desert island. He went down the lift, into the submarine and up
another lift and found himself where his instincts told him he
should be. His ruby eyes spotted a forgotten lemon vendor. He
investigated it and eventually figured out how to use it.
This process repeated itself twice more, resulting in two female
grendels, one red and the other purple. After the hatching of the
second female, the Grendel Mother simply ceased to function.
After all, her offspring would take over her function soon enough......
Grah was now an adult grendel. She was admired by all of the
members of her "tribe" (Asta's family) for her
intelligence and her shinning ebony scales. She was warming
herself by the stove when she saw the hand fly by with an oval
object in her grip to the thing Mom (Asta) called "the
incubator". She followed the hand and saw her drop the thing
into the incubator and then fly off. Grah was fascinated.
Grah had wanted to be like Goddess ever since she was a child.
She envisioned herself helping the new babies and getting sick
norns better. Then no one would be afriad of her because she was
a grendel. The other norns would let her play with them more
often. If she were like Goddess......
The incubator began to shut down and crackling noises could be
heard. Grah snapped out her daydream and paid attention to the
egg. Out popped a little boy norn with brown fur and a moehawk.
He had the biggest grin she had ever seen as he tapped his tiny
foot and said, "bub boop!". She couldn't help herself.
"Push", Grah said, eating a carrot, hoping the baby
would mimic her.
"Pupu", the little brown norn said.
"Push", Grah repeated, eating some honey, hoping for
him to copy her.
"Push", the little guy said, eating some cheese.
Grah was beaming. She proceeded to teach him every single word
she had been taught. Just as Grah had finished teaching the baby
to speak, Goddess came back. The baby crawled to Grah and gave
her a kiss and said, "bub pull yes Grah."
Goddess couldn't help but tickle the both of them silly. She went
and named the new baby "Buster" and then left him in
the care of his "nanny", Grah.
On the island, the coconuts had finished riping. A purple female
grendel was well aware of this and greedily reached up to pick
one. She almost had her claws on one when she suddenly squatted
down. After a few minutes, she turned around and admired the
glistening yellow and black shell. If she had looked at the
nearby paddle boat, she would have seen a pair of blue forest
norn eyes peeking up. Sid's heart nearly exploded from shock.
Grendels? Lay eggs? How?! He slammed on the back button before he
could be discovered. General Flib would not like this news......
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What will the consequences of Goddess's of forgetfulness be? What
are those grendels up to? Stay tuned for: A NORN'S TALE: PART 4!
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