[font=Times New Roman, Times, serif]The Little Indigo[/font] [font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I say one,[/font] Two, Play me do, Let me sing As sweet as you, Play me wide, Play me long, Let me be your song. Prologue A fraggle layed an egg near the riverbank and hidden it into the moss. "Farewell, sonnyboy," she whispered wiping a tear. "They`realready flying to here... I want you to live... though you`ll never more see the place you were born in..." She tilted her head, then lifted it again looking up. Two dark small spots appeared in the sky, enlarging with every second. It were two black, iron-beaked birds, two Gweerhawks, real enemies of the fraggles. The miserable mother was already mortally wounded by the one of them, but somehow she managed to get here and save herself and her only - and last - egg. [font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]A Gweerhawk swooped at the poor fraggle. The last thing she saw were its claws, and then everything disappeared in the dark.[/font] "Farewell..." * * * * [font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Cross-roads,[/font] Five ways, Come and go Hours and days... Minstrels all Come to rest - East or west, Home is best... Cantus`heart felt already nearness of his native village - judging the fast fur throbbing right over it. Waht can be better than to meet again your old good friends and folks... Murray was thinking about his lovely old, yet half-ruined cottage, dusty throughout. Brool mused about his parents and brothers, so did Balsam... And as fro Brio, he was as glad as Cantus, since they were the neighbours. Before saying goodbye for a month to his trusty band, Cantus offered them to rest together. Afterall, it was the day of their season end. So the Minstrels stopped on the roadside, right near the river. Flapp!.. - The grass was as if lashed with a bright orange whip: Cantus falled on his back and stetched out happily. "What`s on, boss?", Murray laughed. "I want to take a bit of tan... Mmm, how good!.." The musicians parted not so far from each other on the riverbank, each in his thoughts. Cantus rolled on the side and picked a flower. He was really dreamy after a long way, and already had shut his eyes, but was awoken by Murray`s glad exclamation: "Look, I`ve found some breakfast!.." "Good, good, but why make so much ago about it?", Cantus grumbled getting up. "Okay, go ahead, show us what have you found..." [font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]"Today`s special - baked eggs!",Murray declared loudly, lifting a rather large turquoise egg upon his head. "There`s plenty for ever..."[/font] "Murray, no!!.." The dusty monstre nearly dropped down his finding. "Why no?", he arched his eyebrows in amazement. "Are you going to kill a fragglet?!", Cantus shouted, which made Murray confuse and carefully put the egg back, on the moss. "T-to kill a f-fragglet?.. No. Maybe, I`m a grumpy, but not cruel! I actually thought that it`s an egg of a certain bird! S-sorry, Cant, I`ve just never seen the fragglish eggs before... But wait! And where from came these?!" - He pointed at four black feathers lying around. "Er...these?.. I don`t know... But definitely sure that the egg is fragglish. See? The shell is blue. It will be a boy..." "And that`s what I`ve found else", Balsam pointed at colorful fur flocks on the ground. Cantus screamed. "Ah, no!.. Anything but they!.." This time all the Minstrels stared at him concerned. "If you only could know WHO did it!", Cantus said in horror. "The Gweerhawks! That predators that chase and eat us fraggles!.." "It means they`ve killed his mum?..", Brool nodded at the egg. "How terrible!.." "Yes, but the fragglet mustn`t die", Cantus decided, taking the turquoise egg in hands and holding it by his chest. "He needs warmth. I do believe, he`s alive and undamaged. Dun`worry, kid, we`ll take care of you!" "So we must stay in here till tomorrow", said Brio. ...And the old feathered fraggle had been warming the egg during the whole evening, but no one was allowed to help hom with it. "You all have different heartbeat, and he had remembered mine", Cantus explained. "Maybe, he won`t understand who you are." Certainly, as a male fraggle, he didn`t know how to hatch correctly, but had still found a way to warm the future little fraggle. Putting the egg closer to his fluffy stomach, Cantus curled up as he could and covered it with his robe flap. The egg sank in fur from all sides - completely safe, in dark and warmed around, - just what was need.