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Chapter 1 - The Girl Inside The Giant Egg Sammy found her within the depths of the mountain, deep inside a tunnel he had no business being in. She was asleep, inside an egg made of glass. Olden glyphs covered the surface and spread to the ground beneath it, obscured by the moss and the vines.
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Testing a new novel idea, here’s chapter 1

by alliemoop

Chapter 1 - The Girl Inside The Giant Egg Sammy found her within the depths of the mountain, deep inside a tunnel he had no business being in. She was asleep, inside an egg made of glass.

Olden glyphs covered the surface and spread to the ground beneath it, obscured by the moss and the vines.

The girl must have been no older than him, twelve—fourteen max—and she just floated there, in slumber.

It had been a while since Sammy had seen anyone sleep a carefree rest, it would have made him jealous had his awe not taken priority.

Above, through a hole in the mountain, was the sky, as grey as Sammy had always remembered, though somehow more beautiful.

When was the last time he gazed upon the clouds? Stories of it once being blue always fascinated him, even when told through the bitter tongue of adults.

That always rubbed him the wrong way, how could they be so angry? At the very least they knew of a ceiling that wasn’t covered in dirt.

A droplet of water hit Sammy on his forehead, taking him out of his thoughts. He smiled. That must have been the rain, he had only experienced it in the way of sounds beforehand.

How could the massive amount of torrenting noise that kept him awake through most nights be produced by something as harmless as drops of water?   The thought took over his mind once again.

The thought, the same thought that his older brother would always shout to the other villagers. And now it was within his reach.

All he had to do was climb these walls and emerge through that little hole, then the sky will be his to behold until he got sick of it. But it was time to head back.

There were people that he didn’t want to worry, people that were just as deserving of the sky, people that he couldn’t leave behind.

What of the girl? Sammy couldn’t just leave her behind either, but the village had strict rules regarding outsiders. Did she really count as an outsider? She was within the mountain after all.

“Bah,” Sammy exclaimed. He was never good at this thinking business anyway, besides, what harm could another night of scolding bring.

Sammy looked around the mysterious egg, looking for a way to open the device.

He brushed off the greenery—harder than he thought, they must have been there for a very long time—and he finally got a good look at her.

A strange ache emerged on his chest, and his stomach felt heavy. She had long curly blonde hair, a childish pink dress with a white sash on her waist.

She was around the same height as Sammy, meaning short, but the similarities ended there.

Pale, as opposed to Sammy’s brown skin; clean, to his dirty; elegant clothing, to his tattered hand-me-down clothes; healthy, to his deathly skinny body.

And on her ear, was a… what was that? It was like a plant, but it was pink, matching her dress. It looked pretty.

Could it have been a flower? Sammy shook his head to snap himself out of it and went back to looking for a way to open the egg. There was no lever or anything of the sort to be found.

Perhaps it had to be cracked open? What if that made her mad? Sammy snapped his fingers, he thought of an idea—why doesn’t he just wake her up and ask?

He stood tall, cleared his throat and very carefully knocked on the egg, expecting some sort of reaction from her. Nothing. He knocked again. Nothing. Sammy paused, feeling frustrated.

Another knock. Still nothing. “WAKE UP YOU LAZY FUCK,” Sammy yelled as he threw a punch towards the egg. Before his fist even made contact, the egg blew up.

Light surged from inside and the force blew Sammy to the wall, hurting his shoulder.

The white light was blinding, forcing Sammy’s arms around his eyes; the sound of the blast echoed within the tunnels,

and it emitted a scorching heat that felt as if it was melting the skin off his bones. And finally, the light slowly dissipated. Sammy was fine, not a scratch on his body.

He reluctantly moved his arms away from his face, scared to see what he would find.  He slowly opened his eyes, expecting to see a travesty—instead the strange ache on his chest returned.

He saw her, glowing, standing in the middle of where the egg wasn’t; blue eyes, to his brown.

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