Auden’s Blessing
This egg—and its former owner—were equally stupid.
“Hey, Loki’s kid,” I muttered, turning toward the kitchen to steal Shia’s dinner.
“Your father pissed me off. Just remember—debts of blood must be repaid in blood.”
The next morning, Shia went downstairs to take out the trash and found a small box sitting by the door. She brought it upstairs, opened it—and both of us froze.
Inside was the transparent egg we had seen the day before at Mojin Era.
Only this one was much smaller than the bone-phoenix egg. Inside, the same indistinct pieces of cartilage floated quietly.