Slivers of the Void (ZnT/MtG) So HolySeraph wanted to see this. I decided to write it out and give it to SB instead. Suggestions, comments, and constructive criticism is much appreciated. - Louise eyed the egg in her hands and gave a long suffering sigh. The ritual could not be completed. Not even now. Professor Colbert himself forbade it, believing that giving the egg's occupant runes would effectively become it's death sentence. It didn't matter though. Despite summoning something from a mostly successful spell, she was still Louise the Zero. Her egg was her familiar. What rotten luck! Shaking her head to clear out the thoughts of taunting and laughter from her fellow classmates, the young mage of virtually nothing set the egg gently in the bed. Shrugging off her clothes and slipping on a nightgown, Louise considered the egg sitting in front of her. It was a rather large thing, dull in color, slightly transparent. It held something too blurry to make out. The silvery color shifted slightly as the creature it held inside twitched. Slipping into her bed, she regarded the egg for a few more seconds before succumbing to the advice her professor had given her. Colbert had told her to keep it warm and to make sure it did not become too hot, lest her familiar would be boiled alive inside it's own shell. Deciding sleeping with the egg was the best way to keep it warm, Louise held the egg in her arms and covered both herself and her unborn familiar with a blanket. - For the next week, Louise ate, read, walked, bathed, took classes, and slept with her egg. It never broke, moved, or did anything. Louise ignored the taunt, threw a few back herself. Kirche had noticed that she always had the egg clutched protectively in her arms, ready to snap at whoever got too close. It was a rather touching sight. At one point, Tabitha had passed by, blinked and turned to her familiar, a winged dragon. The creature 'kyuu-ed' and lowered it's head to breathe a small gust of warm air over the egg and a rather bemused Louise. When asked what that was for, Tabitha didn't answer, merely gazing at the egg and walking away, her eyes in her book and the dragon crooning. Confused, Louise looked down at the egg, seeing for the first time how big the shadowy creature inside had grown. The egg seemed slightly heavier and perhaps a little more hollow? Ecstatic over the good fortune, Louise was in good spirits for the rest of the day, even accepting a small vial of perfume from an overly flustered Guiche after she had bumped into him in the dining hall. She was halfway to her bedroom when trouble ran into her. Like an angry banshee. "ZEROOOO!" Eye twitching at that ever horrid nickname, the strawberry-blond mage turned around, egg clutched in her arms, "What do you want Montmorency?" "Did you really think I wouldn't discover your thievery, Louise?" Screeched the young woman angrily, "That I could not smell my own private perfumes upon your person!" "What?" Louise was flummoxed by the sudden accusation thrown at her out of the blue. "Don't you dare deny it! That vial of perfume! Give it to me!" "Vial of-? You mean this?" Louise pulled out a small vial from her pocket, tossing it at Montmorency, "I didn't steal it. Guiche gave it to me." "W-what!" The shock upon the other noblewoman's face faded quickly into an ugly snarl, "Don't lie Zero! Admit it! You were jealous of my scents and stole one of them! As expected from Louise the Zero, who can't so much as magic herself an actual familiar than a simple commoner!" "Whatever Montgomery of the Flood," replied Louise, turning away to hide her tensing arms and clenched fists, "I have better things to do than listen to you blather." "Oh alright, I'll just let you run along now," declared Montmorency dismissively, "But don't think this is the end of things, Zero. You'll regret stealing whats not yours." Steeling herself, Louise continued the rest of the way to Colbert's office, ignoring the fading voices of Montmorency and her gaggle of friends comforting her. Her dorm was just a little bit closer... Chick. The sudden crack brought her to a full stop, hand on the doorknob of the her dorm. Crack. Almost instinctively, she looked down. A minuscule, an almost tiny crack had formed on the top of the roundish end of the egg. Something tapped against the shell from the inside, and another crack appeared. Pushing the door open, she rushed into her bedroom and sat the egg onto her bed, calling for a maid to come quickly. Bidding the maid to gather warm water and soft towels, Louise ran back to her familiar's egg. A small beak-like tip was poking through the shell, the egg rocking back and forth as the familiar began breaking through the shell more insistently. A slow keening cry issued from the cracks as the tapping eventually made more cracks that spread from the first hole. "Come on now," whispered Louise encouragingly, her excitement mounting, "Thats it..." Whether or not the encouragement helped, the creature's shell broke open. It was a odd sight; something virtually unknown. It's body resembled a snake, covered in a number of smooth and flexible plating. It's large diamond-like head bore no eyes, nor any teeth. It's beak issued a pathetic trill as it revealed a pair of blade like forearms as it tried to slither away from the remnants of it's shell. Slowly and cautiously, Louise gently pulled away the film and the bits of eggshell scattered around it, picking up her familiar and began to clean it's shivering body. With the maid helping with it's cleaning, her familiar gave a soft sigh and buried it's head into her chest, purring. Despite Montmorency's hurtful accusation, despite the rather...unique creature her familiar turned out to be, Louise felt...happy.