Every year, a hunting event occurred among the kingdom was the thing everyone anticipated for the day to come. Usually performed as a celebration event for five days. For many it was days of joy and celebration, for others it's an opportunity for greater fortunes.

The third day is when the hunt begins, and anyone can participate in the games from the nobles to those who have no title to their names. They did not hunt for animals, instead they were hunting for people, the bunnies as they were called. The bunnies were those who held special eggs, believing they could give special prizes for those who caught the one who wielded it. There was one special egg among the bundle called the Easter Egg and it was in every hunter’s mind to obtain it, said to give blessing and fortune by its grace.

The unfortunate thing is you were the chosen bunny to wield this egg.

To you, the egg is very plain, not even considered extravagant like in the stories if you excluded the bow wrapped around it of your favorite color. You thought it’ll make you less of a target, plus if you survive the event then you could be blessed by the egg but that’s only just wishful thinking.

You see those in partaking in the events in preparation. From the noble who stands tall with their steed with their blade in tow, the hunter that keeps distance from others checking on supplies, to the person who blends among them with seemingly a spectator until you see the badge all hunters wore to be identified.

“Remember hunters, all bunnies must be found for the contest to end!” The announcer spoke aloud to the contestants. Among the ‘hunted’, you sense the tension among your group. As a bunny is prone to many things, whatever comes sometime will lead to termination of one’s breath, as long as the egg is obtained.

Is it truly the egg they desired or the person that wields it?

Carrying the egg close, you run through the woods as horn blares through Pascha woods.

Thus the hunt begins and all you can do is pray.