Everyone was shocked.
"Er, is the egg supposed to be...rainbow?", Ocean asked, sounding very confused.
"Um, maybe it's special?", Beach suggested.
Wave was the most shocked. What? How can it be rainbow? Both of it's parents are from the Blue Tribe!
But then she remembered something that her grandmother had told her when she was only six...
Wave was pretty sure that her grandmother had told something...odd.
Wave's grandmother was, supposedly, a future teller. Her grandmother's great grandmother was also a future teller. Now, what was it that my grandmother told? Oh, right... and just like that, Wave's head drifted into her past.
Six year old Wave was sitting with her sister in the living room of their grandmother's small cottage. Wave loved her grandmother's cottage. It smelled like freshly baked herb pie. But most of all, she loved to hear her grandmother's stories.
"Tell us another story, grandmother! Please!", Wave begged.
"Okay, then. Now, what I am about to tell you is a real, true story. So, did you know that our family has always been special?", Grandmother asked.
"How is our family special?", Beach asked, because she was always curious.
"Well, our family is special because we have a power, and that power is telling the future. All the hens that can tell the future are always born in rainbow colored eggs. Now, remember that, because one day you might have a rainbow egg!" Wave's grandmother sounded like that having a rainbow egg was unlikely.
Wave snapped back into the present and saw her sister. They locked eyes and looked like they shared the same thought.
And they said at the same time, "This egg is is going to be a future teller."
Sorry this chapter was a little short. I will try to make the chapters longer next time. Hope you enjoy my story so far!! See you next time!!!
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The Land Of Multicolored Hens
FantasyAll the Hen tribes on the land of Ovum (where the multi-colored hens lived) were at war, because they were fighting for one of the best pieces of land for living and breeding. It seemed like the war would never end. But in a small house in the Blue...
