Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I will not explain how I eventually escaped this egg to myself or anyone, but I have made it out. Huzzah! What my developed eyes could perceive (it takes human babies months to see) was a cave, which is typical. What was extraordinary, however, was the gigantic dragon that was looking down at me with affection.
Mother
The knowledge came to me instinctively, and the fact that she was a dragon was shocking. I do not know if she was considered significant, but she was huge to me without seeing the rest of this world's inhabitants.
Staring up at me, she lowered her head, and seeing those big teeth coming towards me should have scared me considerably. All I felt welling up within me was love—the same love I felt for my mother in my last life, the comfort of support with the blessing of security. That is what a mother should give to her child.
Muzzling me with her snout, a rumbling sensation emanated from her throat, and I realized she was purring at me as an adult coos at a baby. This realization broke me from my trance, and I nuzzled up to her as well, after all. Why not?
I also decided to look inside her nostril since it was the size of a small tunnel. She snorted, causing me to tumble onto my backside. Embarrassingly, I had to scramble a little to get myself back upright. I have two legs, but claw things attached to my baby wings instead of my hands, which did not help. Meanwhile, throughout this, I could hear a deep hiccupping grumble coming from behind me. Mother was laughing at me.
Huffing in exasperation, I started to look around and take in my new home; the cave was dark as the night. I could see through the entrance, and stalactites grew all over, with a small pool of liquid gathering near the wall across from me. I know from my previous life that this liquid was dangerous and not safe to ingest. I know nothing about Dragon Physiology, but I'll assume it is unsafe until Mother says otherwise.
I notice the distinct lack of anyone or anything else in this cave. There was no father and no siblings. Looking back at the nest, I see I was the only egg in a pile of... is that animal's skin and bones? I won't think about it. So, either the father is out hunting, or the dragon's father does not stick around, and the children are raised by the mother only. That's rough.
I see the goal now. I shall be the first dragon in the history of dragons not to be a deadbeat Dad!
The bar is low, I know, but the best way, in my experience, to approach life is one small step at a time. What was the song?
"Just put one foot in front of the other. And soon, you will be walking across the floor. Put one foot in front of the other, and soon you will be walking out the door," - Mickey Rooney and Keenan Wynn (Santa Clause is Comin' to Town)