A wave of pressure flowed out, waking Zach up and straightening everyone's backs. The light expanded while the eggshell disappeared. A lump of solid dark light floated into the air, shedding beams akin to tendrils of starlight into the far distance.
Zach and the others watched with awe as the dark light slowly took form and became a familiar with the appearance of a young child instead of an egg. It was not a human child, however.
Light purple skin with hues of grey, black eyes with specks of white light, tiny, leathery wings a few shades darker than her skin, eight horns around her head like a crown, and velvety violet hair that reached her shoulders.
Her eyes fluttered, and she looked at the crowd spectating her hatching. Zach and the other suddenly got a feeling of wanting to kneel before the little girl. They could easily ignore it, but it was surprising that a newly hatched familiar with the appearance of a little girl could give them such a feeling.
