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The Jeweled Egg

By Andrea Mallory

   The egg sparkled softly in the dim light of the dusk. I do not know how it came into my possession, but I stood there by the tall sycamore tree with it in my hands. The egg was made of tiny green scales that felt like hard leather to the touch. It was encrusted with red, white, and blue gems, which were set in silver frames and alternated in colors. The egg also had a dome of silver that spread over its slightly pointed top and starred out into eight sharp points, capped with a smooth red ruby. A simple silver stand covered the bottom of the egg. The egg itself was the size of a football.

   The egg was so beautiful that I could not take my eyes from it. I did not hear the steps that brought my assailant to me. I felt a hand on my arm. It was a strong grip, which made my head turn so fast that I nearly gave myself whiplash. There clutching my green and gold clad arm was a man's firm hand.

   My eyes followed the hand to its arm and up to the face, in which I could not see. It was as if a blinding white light flashed, for before I blinked all I could see were small floating white globes. Rubbing my eyes, I looked again. Everything was more clear than it had been. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He spoke to me then with a most astounding voice. It was both frightening and calm all at once. It was mellow, not too deep, but a perfect low C pitch. He said to me, reaching out his free hand, “Give me the egg.”

   I tried to pull away from the man, hoarding the jeweled egg in my arms as if it really were a football. “ You stole my egg. I want it back.”  He growled softly. His eyes flashed. Goodness, his eyes...they were like pools of liquid ice with shattered crystals scattered into their depths. Who could refuse a man with eyes like his? Me…

   Fear began to tremble within me. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. Who is this man, why do I fear him so? I asked myself. The egg! Why does he want the egg so badly? Wait... how did this egg come into my possession anyway? I held the egg up to look at it. It was my biggest mistake.

   The man took the egg, quite gently, I might add. Sadly, I looked a the egg and then again at he man. That tiny voice in my head never ceased asking why the egg was so important. I was too afraid to ask, afraid that the man would snap at me.

   He shot me a cold look, but his eyes seemed to soften as they saw the fear in my eyes. His hand released my arm and softly caressed my cheek. I remember how smooth and warm they were.

   The man winked and flashed me a wickedly handsome half-smile. My heart nearly stopped. At that moment I would have swooned, but for the glittering of the red, white, and blue stones that caught my eye.

   In a flash, the man and the egg were gone. Both objects were imprinted into my memory. I shall never forget, and perhaps I will see both egg and man again someday...

 

 

 

 

 

 

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