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The Beginning
Was on a roll today...just sat down and words flowed onto the screen, requiring barely any thought at all. As the title suggests, this is the beginning. Of what? I'm not sure yet. A short story, perhaps, or a novella if it gets that long. Let me know what you think, as I plan to continue it when I have more time. =)
A lone egg stirred, silhouetted against the dark predawn sky. Surrounded by bits of shell and embryo, it was the last of it's group. Unlike the others, whose lives were shattered before they began, he remained. The egg tipped over, rolling through the grotesque remnants of his brothers and sisters, past the remnants of their antagonists, the corpses of their defenders. It halted in a slight depression on the plateau, righting itself again. Seemingly locked in place by the crevasse, it rocked back and forth, the life inside attempting to escape its protective prison and open itself to a brave new world. As the first lights of dawn brightened the horizon, the youngling's eggpick broke through the shell. It gently pushed its head fully through the opening. Its roll had caused it to first look not upon the bloodied, shattered ground of the battle, but upon a single ray of sunlight, the first to reach the land that day.
Blinking its wide eyes, the youngling poked a larger hole in the shell and crawled out, revealing a scaly hide and two slight, undeveloped wings. Rather than licking the remaining shell covering off itself, it settled on the edge of the precipice, its wings folded on its back, tail stretched behind it, sinuous neck craning forward to rest on its foreclaws. It watched the sun rise that first morning, felt the warmth from the golden ball, saw the darkness recede before it. Hunger and thirst were no issue, nor was lonliness. For now, the young dragon was quite content to simply sit and gaze at this amazing phenomenon.
It sunned itself throughout the day, eventually lapping some dew collecting in bits of eggshell with its forked tongue, even catching a young snake that must have mistook it for another corpse. Still it had not seen the carnage that lay just behind it. As the sun faded into the western sky, the young dragon stretched and followed the cliff's edge, meandering along to a large rock. He climbed the rock, feeling the cool breeze apparently brought on by the approaching darkness. Satisfied with his exploration for the day, he lowered his head, curled up, and slept.
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