It wasn't unusual for Sora and Empress to be blessed with a single egg. Over the years they'd been blessed with many clutches of many sizes but it had been a while since they were given a single egg.

They cared for it as usual, warming it, tending to it, loving it, as any parent would, a rather un-extraordinary incubation.

On the day of hatching they watched their small little egg eagerly as it twitched, wiggled and finally cracked, leaking splendid light into their nest. They both watched in amazement as sparkles and glitter danced around the room, blinding them with a familiar intense brightness they only knew from the Lightweaver herself.

Once their vision returned they looked at where the egg once was and saw a golden, glistening figure they they knew instantly to be their child, but it's body was different, it wasn't long and fluffy with branch like horns, but it was small, incredibly tiny infact, no branches and no fluff, instead it was adorned with a mane of glorious hair no dissimilar to liquid gold, and wings like a summer butterfly.

In that moment they knew this baby was a blessing, a gift from the Lightweaver herself, and their hearts leapt with reverence at their glorious mother. They coiled around their small child, nestled into him, and cooed his name for the first time.

"Herald"