Hatching a Heroine Chapter 2
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Written by Emilie Ember
Edited by Talia Elliott Belser
Melissa's eyelids opened, for a moment, before closing again. She was
still laying in the same room she'd gone to bed in. She still had
breasts, like before she'd gone to sleep. Not that she'd expected things
to magically get better, in her sleep. If anything, she was relieved
that things hadn't gotten somehow worse.
She was trapped in another world with a woman's body, and the only way
home was to defeat an immortal sorceress-queen. She didn't want to think
about it, but "defeat" probably meant "kill" in Lonna's eyes, too.
Melissa tried to decide whether it was worth getting up, or if she
should just try and sleep until they forced her out of bed. That was
when she heard it: a faint humming coming from outside the room. It
wasn't loud enough to be a bother; it was barely loud enough to be
heard. Still, Melissa was... intrigued.
Everything else Melissa had come across had reeked of poverty, misery,
and death. By contrast, this humming sounded happy, the first bit of joy
that she could associate with this world.
If someone was happy, Melissa wanted to know why. She wanted to share in
it. Maybe even feel a bit better, herself.
Melissa opened her eyes to half of an unfamiliar ceiling; the rest had a
hole from - she was assured - a wizard gouging it out with a magical
explosion.
Melissa got out of bed, stretching as best she could in her too-tight
clothing as she moved for the door. She peered past the main living area
and into the kitchen, where she saw Lonna standing over a wood-burning
stove. Lonna had a small copper pot bubbling on the stove - and as she
took it off the flames, Melissa realized that the joyful noise from
before was coming from no one less than Lonna herself.
Lonna blew on the stove, her breath instantly extinguishing the merrily
dancing flames, to Melissa's surprise. Was that the result of a spell?
Or was there more to Lonna's gift then she'd let on?
"I know you're there, Melissa," Lonna muttered, placing the pot on the
table. "Come sit down."
Melissa hesitated for a moment, then walked up to the kitchen table and
pulled out a dingy little stool from under it. Plopping down on it, she
turned to Lonna with a smile. "So what's for breakfast?"
"Maize porridge, with salted pork and some mushrooms I grew in the
corner. Plus each of us gets three eggs! It's practically a feast. Eat
up - you're going to need your strength for our itinerary."
"Our what now?" Melissa stared into the large bowl. Pale, yellow
porridge, with little bits of mushroom and pork studded here and there
through it. It looked fine, and smelled good enough to make Melissa's
stomach growl. All the same.... "I'm not eating random mushrooms that
were grown in a corner."
Lonna rolls her eyes. "They're Freeman's Steaks, impossible to mistake
for a toxic mushroom - and you'll eat them, if you want to keep your
strength up. Ever been mountain climbing?"
Melissa swallowed, hard. "Can't say I have."
Lonna went back to the stove and grabbed a plate of curiously small eggs
- the edges crisped in bacon grease, and with deep golden over-easy
yolks - from atop the counter. She placed it next to the porridge pot,
before handing Melissa a roughly-hewn wooden spoon.
"Eat up," Lonna cheerfully commanded. "But be careful, it's..."
She trailed off, wincing as Melissa stuck the spoon into the pot, and
scooped the porridge directly into her mouth.
Melissa swallowed the porridge. It tasted bland, most likely needing
salt that Lonna couldn't provide. Still, it was well cooked, and Melissa
could tell that it would be a filling meal.
"Don't worry," she said, reaching to grab another spoonful, "I can
handle hot food. My mouth is like a..."
She swallowed another bite. "Are there dragons here?" Melissa asked.
"Yes. And everyone hates them," Lonna warned, leaning forward, lowering
her voice. "Don't ever compare yourself to one, in any way, if you don't
want to be treated like a monster."
"What? What's so horrid about dragons? I always thought they were so
cool! They're strong, and powerful, and they look gorgeous!"
"Stop. You don't know what you're talking about. Everyone says -
everyone knows..." Lonna's cheeks flushed red, as she glowered at
Melissa. "There's nothing across Auroras half as bad as a rampaging
Dragon."
"Auroras?" Melissa asked.
"The continent? Largest land mass in all Mistina?"
Melissa stared at her, silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts. If
Auroras was the continent, and Mistina the name of the world... a world
with a ringed moon...
"I'm not just in another world, I'm on a whole different planet," she
declared, mostly to herself.
Then she had another spoonful of corn porridge. This time she bit into a
little salt pork, adding an explosion of much needed salt and flavor.
"You seem surprisingly calm about it," Lonna remarked, pulling out
another stool by her side of the table. Melissa offered Lonna the spoon,
but Lonna simply waved the offer off. "Thanks, but a couple eggs will be
fine for me. Light provides me with most of the energy I need."
Melissa nodded. She wasn't convinced light could provide proper
nutrients, but Lonna probably knew best.
"I am worried about it, by the way." Melissa's tone was dry. "I'm
freaking out. About everything. I'm on another planet, where magic is
real, and everything is strange and terrifying and out of my control."
Melissa shrugged, helplessly. She wanted to express how scary it was to
be living in a house whose last owner had exploded. How exciting, but
equally worrying it was to be in a world where magic was possible.
"But if I let myself dwell on that," she said, instead, "I'll just start
screaming and screaming and never stop, too terrified to move a muscle,
and that seems, uh. Bad? For my chances?" Melissa smiled, faintly,
like she was telling a joke instead of expressing how deep in the shit
she felt she was. "So right now, I'm just going to eat, and take things
one step at a time."
"So. Lonna. Could you tell me why dragons are so bad?"
Lonna didn't meet Melissa's eyes, instead looking into a dark corner.
Melissa was struck by the image of Lonna growing the 'Freemen's Steak'
mushrooms in that dank and lightless corner of the house, and smiled.
Lonna sighed. "...Because they used to rule the world."
Melissa's smile evaporated like an ice cube hit with a dragon's breath.
"So. Uh. Dragons. Ruled the world?" Mellissa said, frowning faintly.
"And they did a bad job at it?"
"I'd say they did a pretty good job of enslaving everyone," Lonna
replied. "They were merciless, and damn-near invincible. All the races
had to band together to defeat them, back during the Burning. Thanks to
that, the dragons had their powers stripped and they were enslaved in
turn."
"The dragon's royal family was particularly hardy, and couldn't be
killed no matter how many people tried. They were bound, instead,
imprisoned under their own palace. They lived the rest of their lives in
a gilded cage, surrounded by hedonistic luxury."
Lonna looked up at Melissa, eyes ablaze. "Until their daughter killed
them."
"...Sorissa?" Melissa guessed.
"Close. Sorissa's wife, Arasitelle. The only dragon in existence who
didn't take part in the oppression, because she hadn't even been born
yet. The other races still bound her, though, even as a baby."
Lonna chuckled, without much humor to it. "Worked great, until Sorissa
broke her out of the palace, undid her bindings, killed the royal family
and the ruling council - Look."Lonna narrowed her gaze. "Do you really
want a history lesson?"
"Uh. Yes?" Melissa nodded. "I love history, or I wouldn't have majored
in it. And I think I have a right to know about the person you want me
to ki- dethrone," she corrected at the last second.
Lonna frowned, golden eyes meeting Melissa's for a moment, before bowing
her head. " Like I said, Sorissa freed Arasitelle of her bindings, then
killed the royal family - something people had been trying to do for
centuries. Sorissa then had Arasitelle legally annex this queendom of
Resparan, from her throne, at the center of Auroras. Then she handed
over the rest of the country to her army for loot and pillage and let
things go to shit from there - these days, the only way you can tell the
knights from the outlaws is by what's on their shields."
Melissa nodded, taking a moment to absorb this information with a
deepening scowl. Unfortunately, this tracked with her lessons about the
Anarchy in England.
"And the mountain we're supposed to climb? Is it in the gang lands,
or...?"
"Everywhere on our itinerary is firmly in Sorissa's control. It's not
great, I admit, but I won't have to sneak you over any borders, at
least."
Melissa nodded, eating a bit more of the porridge. Now that she knew to
mix the porridge with the pork, whenever possible, she was finding it
much tastier. Hunger had a way of adding its own spice, anyway. "So, why
this mountain?"
"Mount Drogone is where we find the Lunargent Scale. A magical suit of
armor that covers its wearer from head to toe. It's capable of fitting
any life form, and will protect its wearer from all harm. ...Well, maybe
not against legendary class weapons, like the Quecaw, but anything short
of that! It was armor used by the Dragons - most of it was destroyed,
and the singular scale that remains is within that mountain."
"Alright, let me see if I understand the plan." Melissa replied. "The
goal is to get me that suit of armor, so that I'm not instantly
vaporized when Sorissa the Sorceress breathes on me. Which means magic
bounces off of the Scale, right?"
"Sorissa the... source-eress? I'm not sure what that is. And she's not a
dragon, or a... whatever that is? She's a dryad."
Lonna grinned, the brightest smile Melissa had seen on the other woman's
face as of yet. "You're getting it, though, yeah! The scale should
totally protect you against her. We just need to combine that with the
power of the Quecaw, and you'll be able to defeat Sorissa!"
"Wait. A dryad? Like, a tree person? And the Que-what now? That's the
second time you've mentioned it." It was Melissa's turn to look
confused, the porridge spoon stopped halfway to her mouth.
"A cutting from her tree, actually, but yes. And I'm talking about the
quecaw! The fabled weapon located at the heart of the Forest of Night -
which draws the Breath out of whoever dares wield it. Half the reason we
need the armor is just so you can grip that thing without asphyxiating."
Melissa's appetite suddenly vanished. "Good to know," she forced out,
before making herself take the last spoonful of the leftover porridge.
She scraped up what was left of the salted pork, and took what turned
out to be her best bite of food yet.
Too bad it was like ash in her mouth.
"You should have the eggs," Melissa said, pushing the plate toward
Lonna. On it, six small, vividly golden yolks were quivering atop a
field of white.
Lonna frowned, though. "I'll eat mine, if you eat yours. Eggs are part
of a healthy diet."
"Thanks, but I'm mostly out of appetite." Melissa poked one of the eggs
with her spoon. "What sort of eggs are they, anyway?"
"Pidgeon," Lonna replied, taking the spoon from Melissa, and scooping
one of the eggs into her mouth with the yolk still intact.
Lonna's eyes closed as she chewed, and she hummed in delight at the
taste of the food. Whether she needed to eat for energy, or not, it was
clear that Lonna enjoyed it. Melissa promised herself that she'd try to
leave more food for Lonna, in the future.
Melissa waited until Lonna had popped another egg into her mouth before
asking, "When do we leave?"
Lonna regarded Melissa through narrowed eyes, before popping a third
yolk into her mouth, chewing, and swallowing. "I assume that means
you're in?" She held out the spoon, as she spoke.
"Do I have a choice?" Melissa asked, rhetorically, taking the spoon and
trying to scoop up an egg with it. It was harder than Lonna made it
look, and she broke the first yolk when it fell off with a soft "plop."
"If I want to get home, I need to dethrone your evil queen, and you're
the only one with a plan on how to do that. Right? Besides..."
Melissa scooped up the broken egg and stuffed it in her mouth. It was
creamy, and delicious. She regretted not having started with it.
"Besides?" Lonna asked, impatient.
"Besides..." Melissa smiled faintly. "If I stay, maybe I'll hear more of
your happy humming."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lonna demanded, voice slightly sour.
"I'll have you know I'm only interested in women. I couldn't care less
how gorgeously muscled your body is, if the one inside it is a man."
"...Noted." It wasn't a surprise, hearing that Lonna wasn't interested.
Melissa had already decided not to hit on the girl, anyway, since she
was Melissa's only line on a way to survive.
It still stung to hear out loud, though. Even if she understood: she
wasn't really a woman, after all.
"I just meant..." Melissa gave a wry smile, trying to push her feelings
aside. "...There's been nothing but misery, poverty, and chaos since I
got here. So when I heard something happy... it was nice. I want more of
that - we need more of that. That's all."
Lonna frowned, looking him over for a long minute, before shaking her
head. "You're strange. Following me against Sorissa because you like my
humming? But if that's what gets you to come with me, then fine. I'll
hum you the ballad of Sorissa's defeat."
Melissa grinned, then rapidly scooped up the next two eggs, actually
managing to get them both into her mouth, whole. Her appetite had just
returned, and the creaminess of the egg yolks as they broke in her mouth
was a delight.
"I don't suppose you have any more of those mushrooms?" she asked.
Suddenly the front door swung inward. Talith side-stepped into the
kitchen and slammed a piece of vellum down on the table.
On it was an illustrated picture of a woman. The woman had soft, round
cheeks, long flowing hair, a cute little nose, and surprisingly soft
looking lips. Melissa didn't know who the drawing was of, but the artist
clearly had talent to capture her looks.
There was writing at the bottom of the picture, for some reason. She
couldn't guess as to what the characters meant, but she was pretty sure
it was the local language.
"It says that this is a picture of the seditious, self-described
Heroine," Lonna replied. "Reward, five hundred crowns for your capture,
alive. Fifty for information leading to your arrest."
"These have been springing up like mushrooms in the corner across the
entire town," Talith snarled.
"Then we need to get out of here." Lonna was already moving to the door,
with Talith falling in behind.
Melissa moved to follow, but Talith held out a shield-sized hand to stop
her. "Hold it. First thing first, before we officially say we're all
allied and go to take on the queen or whatever... I need to hear it for
myself.
Talith splayed his stony fingers and recited: "Through thick or thin,
through rain or shine, through life or death, and may the Majesty Trees
impale you with their roots should you lie - are you with us?"
Talith had no nose, and his mouth was little more than an opening in the
clay, but he was still pulling off a dubious expression, as if he didn't
really trust what Melissa had to say.
Melissa thought he could shove it up his - well, she wasn't sure the
Lapsi had one, but still.
"I already told Lonna," Melissa responded, walking around Talith so that
she could file out the door after Lonna. "But yeah. May God strike me
down where I stand, God forbid, I'm in it for the long haul. Besides,
it's not like I have a choice with that poster everywhere."
Talith paused, then nodded.
Melissa grinned. "Then let's haul ass before they catch us!" she said -
and with that, she was out the door.
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