Mors

Mors

The concept of death having a child is something of a paradox. Death should not be able to create life. Nebet-het and Suetekh watched over their new clutch of eggs, both parents aching to see these hatchlings survive. Mors could hear his mother and father outside of his egg. He already felt so weak, helpless to the darkness quickly approaching him. He did not understand why he was not able to hold on to his life. But just like many of his brothers and sisters, Mors’ life slowly faded. He was still. No longer living.

Mere seconds later Mors opened his eyes and with a thrust of his snout broke free from his egg. The first thing that he noticed was that parts of his body were ethereal. He was not exactly completely solid. His body was spotted in patches of glowing green spectral essence. Mors had actually died in his egg but by some power he came back as half-living.

He took a moment to listen. There was an eerie silence that seemed to, if it was at all possible, emanate from him. Mors realized that he had no heartbeat. In all forms, Mors should not be present in this realm and he could feel discomfort in that fact.