I left therapy and drove back to my house, my mind buzzing with everything I had over -shared and wished I hadn't. I winced a bit and my heart sank, did I really need to bring up my childhood? The old lady is probably going to not take me seriously now.
I let out a sigh.
(Don't think she hadn't noticed the old lady's methods to end the session a bit early. Yes I will be narrating this book as well, just like I narrate my other book The God of calamity's wife. This book is not a sequel, but it is about Evelyn. And she will be important.
(I am an entity, I take the form of a rabbit and I will be nameless for now since I'm nameless in my other book for a long while and that's ok.
(Evelyn will talk in first person but anything I say will be in parentheses. I'll try not to talk too much. I know I'm breaking the fourth wall.)
As I, Evelyn stepped in the door, the front room was as messy as it usually was. But I had managed to get the kitchen clean the night before since therapy would interrupt my routine. I picked up the remnants of my kid's pancake breakfast as the boys jumped on the couch. Then I began washing the blender which I had used to blend up oats for the batter.
My daughter Anwan, who was seven, had the morning off and began school at noon and got off at 5pm. Thus all of the kids had actually come to therapy with me, but they had stayed in a kid waiting room where there were toys and caregivers.
(Please be aware that this point in the story takes place in Midgard, this is a Norse origin story, before earth as we know it, so things were sometimes so much better then. I bet your therapist doesn't have childcare. Pft. I'm chuckling as I write this, but it's true. Evelyn lived in a different time period than us and so things were better, yet things were also kind of the same. The big difference, that gods walked among us. Now back to getting to know Anwan.)
Anwan belonged to the regional first grader's afternoon program that included an extra hour of daycare for parents if they needed, so in that case she got out at 6pm in time for homework and dinner.
Meanwhile, the three-year-old twins, Rory and Timothy, were still too young for daycare or school, but plenty old enough to keep me on my toes.
"I want Lemmy! I want Lemmy!" The boys chanted in unison as they came into the house.
"One second!" I yelled over the noise of the running water as I had already commenced washing the blender.
"I WANT LEMMY!!!!" Rory said angrily because he was asked to wait. He jumped off of the couch and stomped over to the kitchen to insist to his mother.
I paused what I was doing and turned on the television to their favorite show about a lemur.
Lemmy!
Lemmy!
Lemmy!
Lemmy!
The show began. And the lemur was flipping around through the imaginary chalk world that he drew. The puppeted stuffed animal hopped around in a way that seemed like he had springs for feet and his tail arched stiffly like taxidermy resembling a real lemur as best as a puppet could.
The boys ate it up.
I settled down with them and turned on my phone. "Buy myself something huh?" I said, remembering the therapy session I had just had where the therapist had told me to treat myself to something, perhaps even a snack.
Pulling up the popular website for swapping items I muttered, "Sort of strange advice from a therapist." I shrugged my shoulders as I scrolled. "Well it was the second time I met her, maybe she can tell I'm on a tight budget and I hardly ever buy myself stuff."
What should I buy?
One thing I like is mythical creatures. So I searched for dragon board games and card games and one popped up that I didn't expect.
It was a black obsidian egg.
Huh. It posted two minutes ago. What a strange coincidence.
The egg was sharp like it wasn't meant to be touched, like a sea urchin. In fact I thought it looked like a sea urchin now that it was in my mind. Like some sort of glass sea urchin. The offspring of some sort of creature that perhaps swam in lava rather than water. I chuckled to myself.
"It says it's a matryoshka egg. That's a Russian nesting doll I think." I said turning to Anwan.
Anwan came to look, "like the ones where an egg is inside of an egg and inside of another egg?"
I nodded. "Possibly differently painted dolls are inside of each other until we get to the center which is a very small doll."
"Ooo are you gonna buy it?" Anwan asked.
I wished I could. "Well it's kind of pricy. Someone has listed it for a thousand. That is not in my budget." I said disappointed.
Anwan dropped her shoulders, now very curious to see the cleverly painted designs on each layer inside of the egg. Now also disappointed.
The show paused as the episode ended and Rory got upset. "Mamma more Lemmy!" He cried out, reaching for the phone which I used as a remote control. He nearly clicked "buy"
"NO! RORY!!!!!" I exclaimed, startled. But it was too late. My finger touched the button as I took the phone back. An announcement came over the screen,
CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR PURCHASE HAS BEEN CONFIRMED. YOUR FINGERPRINT HAS BEEN VERIFIED. PLEASE STAND BY FOR THE INITIATION OF YOUR GODSYSTEM!
"Godsystem?" I asked confused. "No! Why did I have to set up my fingerprint for purchases on that dumb website! I just wanted the free blender! Not this!
(Evelyn had gotten a free blender for setting up the shortcut and never intended to purchase anything by any means, but now there was no going back. Bahahahaha!!!!!! Evil bunny laugh!)
Bing!
The sound came from inside my head. I rubbed my ears, what?
DOWNLOADING.....
the words appeared in front of my face in the air.
"Do you see that Anwan?" I asked astonished.
Anwan shrugged, "what mom?"
"Those words." I said, pointing to the floating circle in front of her that was constantly spinning. Then suddenly it read:
DOWNLOAD COMPLETE. NOW RECIEVING YOUR ORDER!
With a flash of rainbow light, the dragon egg appeared, and an intricate design was burned into the floorboards. "Aaaahhhh!!!" I screamed, batting at the floor to put out any embers. Then in the middle of the floor in some impossible way was the spiky egg.
"Ohhh!" Anwan said. "The matryoshka egg." She said with awe. "It's so beautiful."
I looked at the egg and felt it verberate with power. This was no nesting doll.
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On the other end of the transaction, the beta werewolf's son smiled at the expense of Sirius and saoirse, the real owners of the egg.
Definitely revenge. He decided. This was definitely going to make it impossible for them to find their egg.