Chapter 366: The Egg is Hatching
Lily once again found herself sitting in a forest on a log across from Eldara, the Nature Goddess who had provided her her gun and the sweet fruit from the last time.
However, ThIs time Eldara was not smiling. Nor was Lily. The look on both of their faxes was tense as they stared each other down.
Lily was the first to break the silence.
"Well, it has been awhile. How are you going to help me this time around?". Her voice was coleer than she intended.
Eldara did not answer right away. Her eyes glimmered with something Lily had never seen from her before. Fear.
"You carry a shadow within you," Eldara said softly. "One born of the same root as your gift. I felt it before, faint and distant, but now it grows stronger every day."
Lily’s jaw tightened. She looked down at her hands, remembering the blood she had spilled, the lives she had taken. The lives of people who betrayed her family.
"I’ve done what I had to," Lily said at last. Her voice sounded hollow, even to her own ears. "If I hadn’t, they would have taken everything from me. From the people I care about."
"I do not deny that," Eldara replied, her tone still soft but edged with worry. "But what lives inside you does not know the difference between survival and hunger. It does not stop when justice is served. It does not stop at all. If you feed it, even for the sake of those you love, it will one day become the part of you that decides."
Lily’s fingers curled into fists on her knees. She hated how much truth was in those words. She hated that she could remember moments when it had felt easy to lean into that cold, consuming strength. Easier than it should have been.
Her breath came slow and uneven. The silence of the forest pressed against her ears, louder than any accusation Eldara could have spoken.
"You make it sound like I’m already lost," Lily said, her voice sharp, though it trembled at the edges.
Eldara’s eyes softened, but the fear within them never left. "No, child. Not lost. Not yet. But you stand at the edge, and the ground beneath you crumbles with each step you take."
Lily’s chest tightened. She wanted to argue, to tell the goddess she was strong enough to hold on, that she had already proven it. But the words refused to form. All she could think of was the way her heart had steadied, not faltered, when her enemies fell. How a part of her had liked it.
Her fingernails dug into her palms until she felt the sting. "So what am I supposed to do? Cut it out of me? Pretend it isn’t there?"
Eldara shook her head slowly. "No. To deny it would be to give it more power. You must face it, hold it close enough to understand, but never so close that it takes your place. Nature destroys, yes, but it also creates, heals, and shelters. If you lean only into one half, you will lose the other forever."
Lily swallowed hard. The words should have comforted her, but instead they felt like a sentence hanging over her head. She could not escape what was inside her. She could only try to chain it, and chains could break.
For the first time since she arrived, Lily looked away from Eldara. The trees loomed tall and unyielding, their shadows stretching long across the forest floor.
Lily sat in silence, her fists still tight on her knees. Eldara’s words gnawed at her, but it was the weight in her chest that made her lower her head.
"You speak of what I should be," Lily muttered. "But all I’ve done is destroy."
Eldara’s gaze softened, though sorrow still lingered. "You forget too easily. Have you not cared for the little wolf who follows you? Have you not protected him as fiercely as he protects you? And within your keeping, do you not also carry life waiting to be born?"
Lily blinked, startled. Her hand went to her inventory almost without thought. In her palm, the egg appeared, smooth and faintly glowing. She stared at it, a pang of guilt rising in her chest. She had carried it all this time but had completely forgotten about it when reality had become distorted.
Eldara leaned forward, and for the first time since Lily had arrived, a small smile touched her lips. "Show me," she whispered.
Hesitant, Lily placed the egg between them on the moss. The air seemed to change. The shadows receded, and a warmth spread through the clearing. Then, with a faint sound like brittle ice breaking, a thin crack split across the shell.
Lily’s eyes widened. She had not expected it. She had not even thought it was time.
Eldara’s smile grew, radiant now, as though a burden had lifted from her. "Do you see, child? Life does not wait for perfect conditions. It pushes through stone, it rises through ash. It asks nothing but to be given the chance. This is also your gift. Not just the shadow, not just the hunger. Creation, protection, the miracle of life itself."
Lily reached out, her hand trembling, brushing lightly over the fragile shell as more cracks spread across it. For the first time in what felt like forever, something other than fear welled in her chest.
Hope.
The cracks spread faster, tiny shards of shell flaking away until the egg rocked gently in the moss. Lily drew her hands back in shock as a faint chirp sounded from within. With one final push, the shell split open, and a small, trembling chick tumbled out.
It was no ordinary bird. Its down shimmered faintly, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds, and tiny sparks flickered along the edges of its wings. Its eyes blinked open, bright as lightning, before it let out another weak but defiant cry.
Lily’s breath caught. "It’s..."
Eldara leaned closer, her smile fading into something wide-eyed and reverent. For the first time, the goddess herself seemed caught off guard. "Impossible," she whispered. "I thought they were lost forever."
Lily looked up, confused. "What do you mean?"
Eldara reached out, her fingers hovering just above the tiny bird as though touching it might break the fragile miracle. "This is no ordinary chick. What you hold is an infant Storm Phoenix... a creature that has not walked this world for countless ages. They were said to ride the tempests, bringing both destruction and renewal wherever they flew. Their kind vanished before even the oldest gods can clearly remember."
The chick gave a tiny sneeze, a spark dancing from its beak before it nestled closer to Lily’s hand. Her chest tightened as warmth bloomed through her, fierce and protective all at once.
Eldara’s gaze softened again, but this time it was with awe rather than fear. "Do you see, Lily? Even in you, where shadow presses close, life has chosen to take root. This is no accident. It is a reminder. A Storm Phoenix is both the fury of the storm and the promise of clear skies after. As are you."
Lily cupped the chick gently, her fingers trembling around its fragile form. She didn’t know what this meant for her path ahead, but as the tiny creature chirped and sparked against her palm, she felt something she had almost forgotten she was capable of.
She felt wonder.