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The hot sun beat down on the town mercilessly. It was definitely late summer, and Eve hated to be outside of her ice-cold apartment-- but the idea of a garden behind the alley in one of the only patches of grass and dirt left had inspired her to work.

A large shovel handle resided in her fist as she wiped the sweat from her brow, getting a dash of dirt on her forehead from her muddy farming gloves. "Oi... get me some water, 'Mew..." she panted, and looked over at him.

He was sitting under a large parasol, the one he had gotten her for her birthday, with a beach towel beneath him and a glass of lemonade beside him. "Water?" he sighed, and mumbled, "just use the hose." Eve scowled momentarily before sticking her shovel back into the ground.

Ovelia, however, was back inside Eve's comfortable apartment being cared for by Nixi. Although Nixi had really lost interest in Ovelia ever since she hatched and began to grow and talk, Ovelia was soon mature enough to sit around quietly when told to do so. When Nixi left the room she would, of course, become very inquisitive and stick her little hands into anything she could reach-- nothing could seem to calm her curiousity.

"WATER!" growled Eve, her tongue feeling like a dried up toad. "Oh fine," drawled 'Mew, and disappeared for a while, only to return with a half-filled water bottle. "It uhm... evaporated," he muttered, and handed the bottle to Eve.

She took a sip, and spit it out. "It's hot! 'Mew, get over here...."

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Dear Journal,

Ovelia and I went to the park today, alone. I decided we needed to spend some time together and perhaps bond more than we already have. She was happy to go outside, and so was I, it was a beautiful day. I've come to realize taking care of this little kid all the time has really made me stop and look around myself. I notice the texture of the clouds, the intensity of the sun, and the hue of the blue sky. Before, all I could think about was my golden treasures. I would give up anything for Ovelia, I really would.

We played on the swings and on the slide. The city park was deserted, so we had all day to do whatever we wanted. However, we tired of it quickly, and... well, Ovelia brought me a dandelion and whispered, "gowd wike you Eve". I have no idea what she said, but it was sweet.

Nalvoro ravaged the tablecloth while I was gone, however.

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The sun had come up that day, but was scarcely up for long before the melancholy gray clouds came along to dim its light. The day seemed bleak and the sky drizzled a bit as Eve watched from her window, Ovelia snoozing cozily in her arms. She watched as the leaves on the trees across the street blew around like children's tops on a flat surface, whirling and whirling... never stopping. Almost enough to make one dizzy. Soon the gloomy clouds turned a steel color and heavy rain littered the sky.

"I miss you..." sighed Eve, as a lightning bolt pierced the deep blue sky and the thunder rumbled soon after.

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"I wanna go to the park!"

"We just went last week, Ovelia..."

"Picnic!"

'Mew, Nixi, and Nalvoro all perked up at the sound of that. "Pleeease?" whined Nalvoro, his voice sweet and sad like the chirrup of some distant bird.

"How could I say no?" sighed Eve, and she fixed up a picnic basket as Nalvoro and Ovelia tumbled around happily. "Could you get the yellow and white picnic blanket, Nixi?"

Nixi disappeared for a moment down the hall and returned, dragging the blanket from her teeth. Eve took it and folded it up, rolling her eyes a bit, and shoved it through the basket handle. "All ready, guys?" she asked, seemingly cheerful. Ovelia clapped and sprang towards the door like a bullet, her arms out and her little 'wings' flapping.

The way to the park was very short but it involved cutting through some nasty alleyways. Eve had a hard time keeping track of Ovelia and Nalvoro, but luckily Nixi was in the mood to be helpful and kept the two youngin's in line. The park came into sight and Ovelia cheered. The wraught iron jungle gym, the rusty metal slide, the broken seesaw-- it was so beautiful!

Eve set the picnic blanket over the grass and sat down, the grass making a crunching noise beneath her. "All right... I made sandwiches for everyone-- Ovelia gets peanut butter and jelly, Nixi gets ham, Nalvoro-- turkey right--?" she said as she passed out the food. 'Mew hopped down from her head and whisked his tail in front of Eve's face. "Tuna?" he meowed, and Eve set his sandwich down. "Of course!"

Eve had chosen a spot near a huge maple tree with lots of shade-- or.. it would be shaded if there was any sun out. Eve stared up as she took a bite of her salad and realized it was cloudy and ready to rain. She watched, and almost hastily ate her salad. "I think it's gonna rain soon, guys..." she mumbled, but her voice was lost in the crackle and roar of thunder.

With their sandwiches still in their mouths, they picked up their picnic and dodged rain as it pelted the earth and ran all the way home. "What a wonderful day for a picnic!" cried Eve, exasperated, as she unlocked her door and flung herself inside. Nixi, Nalvoro, and 'Mew followed inside and almost automatically shook their fur free of water like dogs. "Gahh!" growled Eve, as she was spattered with more water.

"Ovelia?" asked Nalvoro, as he cocked his head to the side.

Eve stared in disbelief. Then she ran out the door and into the blindingly strong rain.

She backtracked through the alleys and down the sidewalks until she got to the park, but it was so dark she could hardly see. As the buckets of rain poured onto her, she suddenly had the sinking feeling Ovelia had been kidnapped. "Ovelia!" she cried, but no one answered besides the rumble of thunder.

And then a series of lightning bolts lit up the sky-- and the park. Eve scanned the park as quickly as possible, looking for any trace of her precious baby. And she found it. Ovelia was playing in a newly-formed puddle of mud, with a cheery grin on her face. "Mommy!" she called.

Eve didn't know whether to be angered or relieved, so she silently plucked Ovelia from the mud and carried her home... where it was nice and dry and warm.

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Dear Journal,

It's been over a month and a half since Ovelia came into my life, and yet it seems like she's been here all along. Time sure flies when you're having fun. She's quite the little young lady now and she speaks her mind often. She really is a sweet and gentle creature-- but she just loves to live on the dangerous side of things.

The other day she met a cactus plant. We were strolling through a flower shop and a cactus in full bloom sat in a brown pot on the ground with a caution sign on it. Ovelia could read the sign as well as any child, but she went ahead and grasped the cactus with both chubby little hands. And began to wail.

I told her cacti were sharp, but apparently she had to find it out for herself. She's all better now but I hope she grows out of this curious phase...

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Dear Journal,

I may seem too old for school, but I'm not. I went back to school today and left Ovelia in Nixi's care. I wasn't worried, she's proven to be the best babysitter I've ever known. However, when I got home, she flung her arms around me like she hadn't seen me in months. It was... nice. To be missed.

I have homework. And essays to write. Novels to read. Equations to decipher. I hope Ovelia won't be too angry at my lack of time...

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Being late to school always made Eve want to just crawl back into bed and take the absence. However, she was a chronic absentee and she knew she had to conserve them, so, she put up with the humiliating act of walking into class late.

She plopped into her Art Portfolio class seat and let her backpack fall to the ground noisily. The teacher perked a brow before continuing his lecture-- school had just begun, and the art supplies were not in. She would have to wait a few weeks before they did anything fun. She grumbled to herself.

Something, however, felt strange-- maybe it was a stomach ache, or maybe not. But whatever it was made her feel very uneasy. Her mind slowly wandered back to her mysterious little bundle of joy, napping in Nixi's arms. Or, more likely, sticking her fingers into electrical sockets. "Pay attention!" rasped the teacher's voice, and he tapped a long ruler on Eve's desk twice.

Eve jolted upright and exhaled deeply as she realized it was just her teacher. She decided to forget about it and take out her notebook, to get her mind off everything.

Hours later, Eve was walking through the halls to her next class. She felt relieved to be out of steel chair for a couple minutes but being shoved around by others in a hurry was not exactly relaxing. With a muttered curse she was flattened against the window of the school store. Something caught her eye.

"Hello?" she asked the dark, empty room. With an apprehensive step into the door she meandered over a box of candy bars yet to be sold and stepped into a bucket before accidentally slamming the door shut behind her. She stopped, frozen, as the halls thinned out and the bell rang. Something compelled her to move forward-- even if she was cutting a class.

As Eve soon found out, the school store had not been open all summer and was not going to be opened until spring. She looked about the counters and peeked in the shadowy cabinets for whatever it was that was making her break into the store and cut a class-- and soon found it. Behind a glass counter was a pale yellowish egg with a strange symbol on it, that seemed to resemble a rusty imprint. This is what I must've seen from the window, she reasoned, and immediately it reminded her of Ovelia. Except... Ovelia's egg was golden and radiated warmth. This egg seemed to make Eve feel both ill and evil at the same time, and she resented the feeling-- but it pulled her in. She held the egg close and snuck out of the room and down the hall... and out the door to her car.

Breaking in, cutting classes, and now stealing!

Eve didn't care.

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Dear Journal,

It's been a week or so since I got the new egg. I give it enough attention to consider it "cared" for, but whenever necessary, I leave it alone. I'm a little frightened.

Ovelia has blossomed into a beautiful young girl. I taught her how to read, and now she reads non-stop-- I went and got her a library card, so she can read as much as she pleases. I'm proud of how she's turning out. And to think, she used to be an egg...