Role

Chapter 3

The silence was deafening as the swamp was once again quiet as the pursuers
were now long gone. Deep within the swamp a shimmering white egg sat upon the
muck with dark brackish water surrounding it. Even the insects feared to make
a sound as there was a looming presence filling the swamp.

As the sun crested the tree line, the light slowly filtered down to the swamp
below. As the light creeped closer and closer to the egg, it came to a stop
as if there was something preventing it from moving any further. There within
the shadows the egg sat for the day, everything within the swamp fearing to
even approach. It was as if there was a ring of death surrounding the egg, as
if nothing existed within ten feet of it.

As dusk began to creep into the swamps, a breeze started to pick up though
the water did not ripple nor did the trees move in any way. The deathly
silence was broken by soft harsh whispers that swirled around the egg, though
what was said could never be understood. It was as if an ancient language had
pierced the void, the whispers gibbering with madness and insanity. As the
temperature began to fall, the low whispers started to get louder now
drowning out the noise of the swamp. An unexpected blood moon soon crested
the tree line, its light giving the swamp waters a look of true terror. Yet
this time as the red light approached the egg, it was not stopped like the
sunlight. Sitting there bathed in the crimson light, the egg almost appeared
to pulse and shimmer. The bright white now dulled, and crimson veins now
starting to spread across its surface.

There in the glow of the crimson light, laughter seemed to pierce the veil.