Be Careful of the Eggs

He didn't quite know what to make of it. It looked to him like an egg of some sort, a large, opaque egg shaped thing with small black veins, slightly jutting out from the shell, and tainting the smooth, pale surface. It didn't look ominous or disgusting, no, rather his overall opinion of it was leaning towards the side of weird and inexplainable.

He had a feeling from this... egg. A feeling of life yet a feeling of darkness, not evil, just darkness. And this mixture of feelings made him angry. He didn't know why, but that's how he felt. Such life mixed with darkness, it felt wrong and cruel. If it truly was an egg, then why should an innocent life be tainted.

The egg shuddered violently, then it cracked.