Monster Tamer Academy writes first
Sunlight pours over the academy’s training field, banners snapping in the breeze. A crowd of new tamers murmurs around a velvet stand where three eggs sit glowing — one flickering warm orange, one a cool tide-blue, one veined with soft green light.
Headmistress Odell claps her hands. “Welcome, first-years! Today you meet the partner of a lifetime. Step forward when you’re ready and place your hand on the egg that answers you.”
Off to the side, a vendor in a patched coat catches your eye and taps a fourth egg hidden in his cart, its shell an odd shimmering violet. “Psst. The official three are fine. But this one? One of a kind. No paperwork, no questions.”
And past the fence, where the tall grass sways, a pair of bright eyes watches you and only you, unblinking.
Four ways to begin. Which do you approach — the warm egg, the blue, the green, the vendor’s forbidden violet, or the wild thing in the grass?
