Conleth

…A small egg sits on a mountaintop, a faint blue light radiates from it. The snow that lands on it freezes to it, adding to the ever growing shell of thick ice. In the distance a giant Gaoler runs around sweeping the snow and her eyes frantically searching the landscape. The second she spots the egg she leaps towards and rips it from the ice that connected it to the ground. She clutches it in her wing, the thin skin and fur frosted over but she doesn’t care.

Quickly galloping down the mountain a distant roar is heard. She runs faster. She runs as fast as she can, her stunted wing slowly covering in ice and the stomping is causing more snow from the mountain to fall.

There’s another roar, it sounds closer.

The gaoler skids to a halt, almost slipping off the cliff from the snow. She looks down at the fall, then back to the mountain. She takes a few steps back, takes a deep breath, then takes a running jump off the cliff. She grabs the egg as the frosted wing fur sticks to the surface and hugs it, curling into a ball and bracing for impact…