The Woods

Chapter 1

The egg was black. A deep black that seemed to suck out all the light from the air around it. A black you could lose yourself in. It was about a foot long, an the same in diameter, coming to a sharp top, and a smooth bottom.
Eveyo grasped the egg against her chest, riding as fast as Avion could go. His white hide was heaving with the exertion.
She could hear the primal screams and the guttural language of the Orcs as they closed in on her. The tall trees of the Darkwood Forest were closed around her, not allowing for much space to move around on her sleek, white horse. The egg was throbbing gently, as if it had a little heartbeat.
A low-hanging branch from one of the trees took Eveyo by the chest flinging her off the horse and into a clearing. Avion continued running, takin her bow and sword with him. She stood up quickly, then gasped in pain, realizing her leg was bending backwards. She scanned her memory for the correct healing spell, but was stopped as an Orc on it's black battle horse stopped in front of her, cutting her off from her escape into the Elvish borders.
"Give egg." The Orc said in the Common Tongue. Eveyo clutched the egg tighter against her chest. The egg throbbed some more, as if it was scared. "Never." Eveyo replied. "You'll never get your Dark Prince. I'll die before I see the world ruled by orcs!"
The Orc cursed in his archaic, guttural language, and plunged the broad spear he was holding into Eveyo's chest. She gasped and watched as her golden ichor flowed from the wound. With her last bit of strength she threw the egg into the air, muttered a spell and the black egg disappeared in a flash.
The Orc on his horse howled with rage, just as his comrades joined him in the clearing.
"WHERE?" He screamed at Eveyo. She just collapsed and heaved as her life slowly seeped out of her.