a new life in a nest
A NEW START FOR A HUMAN AS HE FINDS OUT THERE IS MORE TO THE MYTHS OF EARTH FINDING HIM SELF TRAPPED WITHIN AN EGG HIS LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME....
JUST THE BEGGING MAYBE
A NEW LIFE IN A NEST
It was but the simple taste of disorder. I have come now to understand many things, as after all my humanity seemed so much like a dream as I look around seeing things that are now my life but to describe them is much harder, but at least I guess I would like to try.
My human life was just so bland it's hard to describe but I had come to terms with that just by blocking out the world around me. Drinking seemed to deaden the pain of every day life and as for my friends well there were those that come and go, as with most things I have felt in my life. It's just strange now to look upon that and find a place I felt I belonged, as I was to learn, and how, why? How was I to know that something had its eyes upon me waiting for the so called right time to act? It did my world, or what I took it for was changed by that one last sleep in my human flesh I took, and that was that.
I find my self unable to move, much as something surrounded me. It is dark and yet instead of panic I feel calm it seems to radiate though me as I hear soft sounds cooing, and gentle movement, as if whatever holds me captive is moved, and the warmth, I have never felt any thing like this as it just washes over me and yet there is no pain, just a strange sense of contentment.
How long I have been held in whatever it is that surrounds me? I cannot tell, days, weeks? It's hard to understand when time has no meaning, just save for the need to be free.
Then as I try to move, like so many times before, I feel whatever is holding me give and I hear a cracking sound as it finally gives way. It is a shock to, say the least, discovering that, that, that greets me upon gaining my freedom has a head a large scale coved head. A dragon!
As it watches me struggle free it gently lifts me from what can only be an egg, my egg, and now it is splinted.
At first I am taken by fear, but that very quickly gives way to something else as the large dragon head turns away from me a speaks to some one else. "My dear," a very female voice says. The first one has hatched and it's a male. I see a second dragon head come into view as the first one gently licks me cleaning the remains of the egg from me. I know this is strange, as I was once human with a human mother, but seeing them before me, these dragons, one I know to be my mother and the other was my father.
As I turn my head to look upon my self I do not even think on how alien the change is. It comes naturally to me, seeing my small scaled body, a body that feels right even if it is new. Then it hit me, if I have just hatched as a dragon how did I remember my human life?
How is it I have no problems with my new form? It just feels right.
I tried to ask to my mother but all I can do is soft little growling chirps.
It seems that even though my human past is still was with me I am still too young, well at least in body, to talk yet, and for my infant behaviour I am licked again and I hear my new mother chuckle gently.
It leaves me with a new found sense of clarity, after all I have been through finding myself as a newly hatched dragon and it is confusing at best. Well, that's my view on it at any rate.
I find that even though my former human self is still part of me it is no way prominent in the least.
For want of a better description, I take to it as good as a duck does to water. Yes I know that is clichéd, unoriginal and perhaps unfitting for such an event taking place in my life, but you try to think of a better one when one of your nest mates jumps upon you wanting to wrestle.
The raw meat my new guardians provide, by the kill of the hunt, is kind of odd. But I find my new dragon body has no problem with it in the least after we are fed and cleaned by mother we sleep.
It's just what we do, play, eat and sleep. It's kind of a great life, I know!
I remember the many stories, legends and myths that I had read about dragons. Some things ring true .
I stretch my wings and body, it comes so naturally to me. Mother brakes up the fights that get a little too harsh and intense, but save from that life goes on. Oh yes I have forgotten to mention, we do live in a cave, but as far as hording goes that's not very true. But I guess that's something from human stories and myths. Seeing as dragons have never existed upon that little spinning bull of mud called earth.
Compared to the reality, where in my world, where I am, having been taken outside once or twice by my new parents.
They take us to a lake, to swim, have fun and wrestle with my brothers and sisters.
As of yet none of us speak. I wonder how long it will take mother and father, well what do you think? When they wash, us well it's a wash wthin a dragons frame of reference, as if I were human I might enjoy the licking.
My young brother has the same thing as my friend Lex. An ocd dragon! Go figure!
Damn him I just want relax under the sun and he keeps jumping upon me, can I get no peace at all? If its not him its mother and father ah o well