Waking up, I discover that I have a mouth full of teeth. How did I know? I bit my goddamn tongue, and then my cheek. But I'm not disheartened because I can now eat solid food, I don't have to drink *That* anymore. This is the start of a perfect day, though I sure Mother will miss our bonding time. Sitting up, I notice something else: Hair. I now have gorgeous emerald hair. Like I grew a full head in a single night. This would make some people feel shame, but more importantly I realize something. My hair isn't either of my parents' color. This could make them really confused, though it could be likened to some quirk of Dragons. It's possible that they'll completely ignore it as well, though most people I think would. Well, they're starting to wake up, let's see how they'll react.
"Good Morn... Durge, look, his hair grew in, and it's so beautiful."
"*Snore* Huh... Oh it already grew, usually it takes a bit longer, have his teeth grown in?"
"Teeth? You mean no more milk?" Oh my god, her ears are actually drooping. Cute.
"Dragons tend to start eating solid food way faster than anybody else, you don't have to be confused."
"But our bonding!"
"You'll just have to find another way, perhaps bring him along on your duties. Have him in your arms while doing your things."
"You're right, I can just take him with me, I bet he wants to see Mommy work."
No, I actually don't but if it's to appease her, I'll gladly make that sacrifice. I'm still looking forward to today because I can now try the cuisine, I've heard a lot about it. Come on hurry and pick me up so we can go eat.
"Oh, look he's holding his hands up, he must be excited to try the palace's specials."
"He's so cute. Well let's get going, darling."
Yes, let's go, come on I've been waiting for this too long. Ah, it has been millennia since my last meal, you can't really eat as a soul.
(Kitchen POV)
"Chef, I going to need you to prepare your best dishes today, the Prince is eating." A servant yells into the kitchen.
"What? Isn't he only two weeks old?" A man in pure white, his hair tied into a pony tail, looks up
"Apparently it's a quirk of Dragons. That's not important information to your job though is it?"
"All right, let's see, we have Warrior Boar, a little beef, some chicken, and all the essential vegetables, why not a stew for lunch? His breakfast should be pretty standard, eggs, toast and Boar Bacon. For dinner, why not a noodle dish. That should be a varied enough first day of meals."
"Sir, we don't have time to make a stew! We ran out of stock!" One of the apprentice chefs argues
"Last week, an expert Space-Time Mage came here. I bribed him with some good cooking, and he created a Spacial Oven, with its time accelerated. So we don't need to worry about making the stock, nor the stew."
"Huh, you mean that hooded man? Are you sure he wasn't anyone suspicious?" The servant replies.
"Careful, you know how Space-Time Mages are in keeping their identities secret. If they didn't everyone would be bothering them for Storage Packs and the like."
(End POV)
So, what's for breakfast, something exotic like a Sea Serpent, or maybe something that shines like in anime?
"Here is your breakfast, Your Highness."
It's bacon, eggs and toast, the absolute standard breakfast. The eggs are even scrambled, like a normal child's. I mean I was kind of hoping for the extraordinary guys. Well, let's taste it anyways, it can't be bad. Bacon first, it's meat after all.
*Munching*
Oh, this is good, it's way better than normal bacon, if that's even possible. It's rich, and but it doesn't overstay its' welcome. Smoky, with just a hint of spiciness, not so much that it burns your mouth but enough that you can feel your tongue tip buzz. The saltiness is perfect, I don't feel as if I have to down a glass of water. It's even super crispy, the way I like it. Let's try the eggs.
*Chewing*
It's just eggs. Don't get me wrong, they're good, just not as amazing as the bacon. The toast is good too, but nothing to write home about.
"Shall we go and get Lugh a haircut, Durge?"
"Well, it is long enough to reach his shoulders, I suppose it could use one."
Wait, a haircut? I just grew this damn hair and you already want to get rid of it? Next thing you know you'll be asking to trim my horns when they start growing. She's not making a baby diary is she? If she is that's probably why she wants hair. Little do they know that a Humanoid Dragon's Hair is as indestructible as a normal Dragon's scales. I guess since I haven't gone through even one Tribulation it doesn't matter, they can probably cut it with shears.
I'm glad that they're not thinking about that stuff from last night. I'll try to keep it that way for a while, I hope. Oh, it looks like they've finished, I guess it's time for a haircut.
(Later)
Wow, those hairdressers were angry, but they had a good reason to be furious. Apparently, my hair was a lot stronger than I previously thought. Every single pair of scissors in that place were ruined. Bet you could string a bow with a single strand, if it were long enough. Enough about my hair, my mother's face was hilarious. As soon as the second pair of shears broke, her face turned beet red from embarrassment. Father hid his smile while he attempted to stifle his laughter, while I was feeling pretty giddy too. And they managed to cut off a lock just in time for lunch, which I hear is a stew. I think that it can only get better from here.
(Back in the Void)
"Was it really alright to make a whole new realm just for him to live in?" A delicate and kind voice sounds.
"Hmph, I don't need a reason to create a universe, I've already created hundreds of millions, what is one more. If the other Gods have a problem, then they can fight me for control! Though as I seem to recall, I've never lost a battle to anyone." A familiar voice replies.
"You did lose, once, to him. That's why he's reborn."
"Yes, but he only managed it once. In 243,928,978,103,401 bouts, he won once. But that was the deal, he wins once, he gets to live in his own creation. I never actually expected him to win, but he finally did it, with a game of cards no less. He did set some advantageous rules, but they didn't give much of one."
"What was the game called?"
"Hmm... what was it again?... Ah! It was called Go Fish!"