"Pony, wake up."
It was midnight and Pony wondered who would dare interrupt her precious sleep.
Her eyes averted to the person standing above her and she saw that it was Phantom Skye.
She sighed and whispered with no emotion, " Your still here?"
" Yes," he said simply but fast.
She thought he had fled her ranch last night when they both said their goodbyes; however, it looks like their so-called goodbye was false now.
It seemed that he was disturbed by something and this had Pony questioning his odd behavior.
Pony looked over to her clock to see it was midnight and she now felt a little annoyed that he woke her up.
" Well..."
She was waiting for an explanation from him and her amethyst eyes were now fierce.
" Its about your chickens, lovely," he started and the tone of his voice grew nervous as he continued to talk, " Pony, that egg you have in the incubator is shaking, so I thought I should wake you. I feel guilty about waking such a young beautiful maiden up though. My apologies."
I'm surprised he knows that word. Incubator... Pony thought and her face still seemed so lifeless.
She sat up in her bed and said, " Lets go."
Skye only raised an eyebrow and he wondered why she didn't question him why he was still here or why he had woken her up. She could be asking him so many questions right now; however, for some reason she chose not to attack him with questions.
A few minutes later, Pony had gotten dressed, and they both exited her house.
The sky seemed full of darkness, not a fearful darkness, a calm one.
They then entered her chicken coop and saw that the egg was shaking rapidly.
Pony walked up towards the incubator as Skye followed behind her, and suddenly, there was a crack in the egg.
Pony only smiled as she thought excitedly, its finally hatching!
Suddenly, what they both saw came from the egg, made their eyes shook.
The feathers of this baby chick were the color of immortal looking darkness. Pitch-black darkness it seemed... Its smooth beak was the same color as its feathers and the point of the beak looked sharper than Pony's sword. The chick's eyes were red and both pupils were white. Its rough looking feet were consumed in the color of black; however, they looked so smooth.
" Last time I checked, weren't baby chicks suppose to be yellow?" Skye whispered to Pony in worriment.
Pony only had a smile planted on her face as she spoke softly, " Its so beautiful..."
She picked up the newborn chick and it only started to peck at her skin violently.
Pony didn't care that it was pecking at her skin and she only endured the pain.
The chick's beak torn violently into her skin and a little blood came oozing out in one of her arms.
Little cuts were now forming onto her left arm.
Skye's emerald eyes widened in fear and he quickly snatched the bird away from Pony's grasp as he put it on the floor.
The chick backed away into the corner with caution and only glared at the two, waiting to attack again.
" Are you okay? I can't stand such a beautiful maiden being hurt," Skye asked her in concern as he grabbed her palm gently.
His eyes studied the tiny cuts on her arms and he couldn't understand how she was looking at him with such a blank expression.
