Page 125 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
“Not anymore, it’s not. There’s a living being in there. I can feel it.”
“What do you mean? Did you touch the egg?”
He rolled his eyes, some of his shock fading as he got exasperated with me. “No. With my magic, dweeb.”
I blinked at him. He was a necromancer. Necromancers dealt with the dead. Which meant… he probably really could feel if the egg had a live dragon in there or not.
“Miles?”
I startled. “What?”
He bit his lip, making a strange face before he sighed. “Before, I could feel the dead, uh, dragon body or whatever you want to call it in there. It was nearly fully formed, from what I could tell, but it was definitely dead. It was a fossil.” He met my eyes. “But I’m telling you that right now, that thing is alive. There’s a living baby dragon in there, and it’s almost ready to break free.”
“Oh my god, a baby dragon?” Aeson sounded so excited, but all I could do was stare at his brother.
Chaos nodded. “A baby dragon.”
My eyes were as wide as saucers. “Holy shit. You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
“You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent. That’s not a fossil anymore.”
Win asked, “But… how? How could it go from being a thousand-year-old fossil to… not?”
Ace murmured, “That’s insane.”
Chaos shook his head, then turned his gaze toward the pixies swarming our truck. “Honestly, I don’t know, but I’m guessing they had something to do with it.”
I stared out at the pixies for a long moment, thinking about them. Thinking about their magic. They grew things, they made plants and trees and flowers stronger, prettier, healthier, and they lived longer. Sometimes they could even bring plants back to life.
Bring plants back to life.
Holy. Shit.
I lifted the dragon egg up, holding it against the sunlight so I could make out the creature inside. I could see its outline, see its head, see its tail, see a wing.
And then it moved.
“Ahhhhh!”
I startled so badly I almost dropped the damn thing, and the kids laughed at me.
Holy shit.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The dragon baby wasalive!
“What? What happened?” Win sounded panicky as he searched the truck, looking for an enemy—or perhaps more pixies.
With my empath magic, I reached out to the egg, trying to see if I could sense a living being in there, even though I’d just seen it move.
Peace. Calm. Contentment.
Holy. Crapola.
