Darkness engulfed Eric, as it had for many long months. He'd been forced to lay quietly during this time, and though he felt that he should be bored out of his mind, he found that he could not animate his developing body in any way, only feel each new change his body made, each and every tissue sewing itself into place.
But today was different. Eric felt something hard pressing up against him, and he was afraid to know that what he was bumping up against was in fact an egg shell. His egg shell.
Suddenly, Eric felt the unending urge to BREATHE, but the egg which had for these months long been his protector, turned killer, as it lacked enough air for him to breath. He began to struggle, his body finally unlocking itself from its long paralysis. He'd known that dragon hatchlings were born with an egg tooth, so he began slamming the front of his face against the egg shell for all he was worth, he couldn't breath.
A crack formed, then two. Eric felt the world begin to spin around him, and he knew that if he didn't get air soon he would -- the egg shell split, finally allowing Eric to take his first beautiful, life-giving breath. He relented in exhaustion, simply sucking in lungful after lungful of liquid gold. In the back of his mind, he felt the thought, "Good job, little one, you won't die after all."
Oh, no, it was HER. The dragon who had forced him to take this form, the monster that...made him...-- Eric felt something stop his train of thought gently, and replace it with thoughts of thankfulness for the mother who gave him life.
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