When I came out of the egg, I was embraced by the night, as my second birth, although really since I arrived I was always aware of me, what was happening and would happen around me, rather instead "happened" around me.
Noises that before I would most likely not hear, like the running and rustling of various insects miles away, where just hearing them created an image of the owner of that sound.
My sense of smell was highly affected, now I know that this cave is not exactly quiet, I can smell several bodies, mainly the one similar to what I could call family, I had that smell in me, and so did they, the. Instinct alone told me to never in my life attempt against them, moreover, the smell made me feel somehow, bad about myself.
The view... Well, to say it, there is no light coming from anywhere, but I keep looking at things as if they were there with the light pointed at them, it is the set of all the senses made one, the sound to give the location, the smell to know its location and shape, and audio to confirm the animal type, plus the sight over developed in the dark recreates a silhouette quite faithful to what is the animal or object I hear, and what is it, a rabbit that to his misfortune appeared right in front of my birth.
I don't eat rabbit and I'd better eat dragon meat, it's simply closer for me to eat an adult dragon than to go for a rabbit and get married, I'm very lazy for some strange reason, well, what can you do...
*nibbles a little bit*
A moment.... Why the fuck am I eating a dragon, and even more WHY THE FUCK DO I LIKE IT, I mean, I'm eating a dragon corpse, I feel disgusted with myself, godsss, you couldn't give me another one, godsss give me another oneoooooooo....
My body did not respond to any of my impulses, it only dedicated itself to eating the dragon, which in half an hour was over, my body feels heavy and full.
I, on the other hand, am disgusted, aiming to mentally vomit and waiting for the cock tutorial to finish so I can get better or whatever.
.....
Now if my body responds to me, instinct takes over when it sees that I am not capable, it is the most logically illogical deduction of this life and the previous one, to clarify I spin around without getting used to the quadruped position that, however comfortable, is still comfortable for my human self.
The cave is big, only two differences, one is that there is only one entrance that also serves as an exit and further down is a cavern that extends for many miles to the bottom full of flammable gases, and that these dragons were still young by the taste of meat, and yes, my body every time I approached one instinct took over and tasted them, showing me that there are different consistencies in the meat to know when it is ripe or even in heat to reach to open the mouth and tear a heavy something.
Slowly using my "hands" for support and my tail gripping the wall I slowly glide along, stumbling absurdly on brief occasions as my own membranes function as sails to employ flight.
Arriving at the entrance/exit of the cavern, a group of strange humans approach me speaking a kind of chewed Spanish with the worst Spanish accent I've ever heard, if they are not good for a world cup, much less in other universes to speak or procuring children.
One of them was tall, about 1.90 I would say, with a strong build that looked very manly and a highly silky beard that surely has hours of styling behind it to make it look cool, being that he is next to another one the opposite of the first one....
His eyes are fixed on me as if he is waiting for the big guy, he whispers something between his lips, I don't know the language in which he says:
??? (back guard): Mr. Targaryen, are you sure you want to settle here, there are many dragons in this area to begin with?
(Lord Targaryen): no my dear Kan, we don't have to fight them, we only have to respect their... *turns to look at me".... Did you bring the cow cut I mentioned?
Him. Another man looks in the same direction but without finding me. With his master's question he shakes his head in response. Then his master points and he throws the piece of beef that the "Targaryen" mentioned earlier, all without saying anything.
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The user has received the "Dragon Representative" skill, does he/she wish to give the "Targaryen" influence over the dragons?
Yes/No.
(The decision will only affect the rest of the dragons, except you)
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That was a nice cut, it was really good... Wait what?
My body began to emit a light that would make anyone blind, I felt as if a seed was growing inside me, this light was also directed to Mr. Targaryen only with less power, but by his face, that level of pain was the one I had, in the bottom of the cave, lights of different colors emerged, passed through me and then towards the Targaryen.
His companion, in view of what was happening, took his rudimentary axe; with murderous intent he headed for me, who because of what was happening could not move.
He. Lord Targaryen groaned in pain, blurting out a brief word: "I'm .... W-well, dragons, N-not enemies."
Lowering his axe in view that "his master" ordered him to leave it, but his hand remained close to the weapon, just in case it was necessary to lunge at me.
The light went out, several roars followed by tremors covered the entire cave, the strange thing is that I also feel happy, the Targaryen after the event left a smell much like one, had a smell similar to ours.
His companion and he ran in fear in view of what is likely to happen, an avalanche of dragons.
On the face of that leader, I noticed a look of fear, but it was not caused by the giant dragons that were running after fear, but by something else.
When the herd was close, nl that one was almost 4 meters, others of 6, I even looked at a little of 10 meters, which basically were already touching the roof of the cave heading for the exit, by instinct I lost control of my body, giving a great roar that I know very well, although it was not heard at all because my vocal cords have not yet developed.
Weighed down by everything I ate, I began to run like the rest at a very slow pace, until I reached a cliff that was overlooking a town in the distance, it could be described as a small nascent town. It had no striking structures, let alone an urban center that served as an administrator of the daily tasks.
The humans took one of the horses attached to the entrance near the cave and ran away. Both humans disappeared into the thick forest.
I have not reached the exit and I hear several flapping, a feeling of freedom, euphoria and joy covers my body, that if it were not because I do not control it, I would fall like a piece of paper without the possibility of moving for so much pleasure.
My wings start to grow and separate from my point of balance, I aim to open, closer and closer I look at the canyon, I look around me while my body only responds.
Fear, fear, a lot of fear, godss, the heights.... I drastically regain control, with a lot of force, my instincts are drastically dulled by the fear of heights I have, I can't fly.... How could I forget.
Something as simple as that and I almost die from throwing myself off, the rest of the dragons took a direct path to the city, I can't even imagine the outcome.
Further behind me, I'm at the cliff point, behind me are some Dragons coming out, laughing?
White Dragon: Look at him, the baby that tied us humans together, attack the one whose mother left you in charge, because otherwise.
Red Dragon: Give me that! *You already made the decision, now it's my rightful turn as my mother wrote, to fulfill your will, therefore if you want us to be allies of the humans, I will guide them to it...
Green dragon: I can't believe that mother left her last will and order to our brother... Well... If he thought that was the best thing for our people, then mother must also agree with it.
White dragon: Shit, I won't listen to anyone... *red dragon hits him and shuts up*.
Red Dragon: don't doubt mother's will, now let's go with the rest before Dracar does something crazy.
Both dragons took flight leaving me with the question: what the hell just happened, and even worse, how did it come down if I'm afraid of heights?
Looking around, I remembered the humans who came down on horseback, following their example, on foot under the mountain, or well, I follow the scent of them.
Rock by rock and very carefully I go down, I'm only half an hour old, and I'm still trying to walk upright, but my weight forces me to walk in a crawling and dragging way because I still don't know how to walk.
Kurotomi: (thought: Man, you had to drop me to get that fear, didn't you!?!)
In another world, a man of about 24 years old was talking, when his left ear began to burn like hell, as if it was burning, "Someone must be thinking well of me," exclaims the man to continue his conversation.
*crack*
Kurotomi: Th1s c4n n0t b3 g00d
My body avalanched over mountains of rocks, logs and twigs, breaking everything in the process, because one of the parts where I was descending fell under my weight, due to the crack and the years that it had, it made me fall downhill.
With great... I can not say pain, but rather a mental overload that overwhelmed my brain by the great information that was sent from the scales notifying me every time a part of my body hit something, giving me position, which part, and the force with which I hit and a mental image of the object in question breaking under my weight and the force of speed to which I was subjected by the fall.
A few more minutes of falling, and I hit the ground, causing a krater by force, that if it wasn't for my resistance I would have died if it wasn't for my resistance.
I could not speak, only make snorts of agony, not because I had broken something or received damage, but because of all the information that came to my brain, my physical body may be that of a dragon, but mentally I am a human and this is something I was not originally made for.
I did not lose consciousness because the pain was only spiritual, but not physical, I hear the sounds of a horse running, dragging me like an animal about to die, I gave a few cries and snorts of strangeness and asking for help at the sound, waiting for a response on their part.
The trot zeso, from it appeared the horse with Mr. Targeyen on it, with an expression of concern. He took the axe from his back guard and struck my head twice, clearing all traces of that information from areas that were hit by rocks and branches.
Lord Targaryen: I see, you had a long fall, don't worry, you shouldn't feel pain now.... (Targaryen thought: how come you don't have any scratches from the fall?), you better follow us little newborn, you need to be with the rest of your kind. Ha, and before we go, thank you for that gift.
Gift? what? now I am more confused than before, how did he know how to disassemble the information that was coming into my head, how does he know I am a newborn (although I am 1 year old), why is the sky blue?
I got up with difficulty, a session of that kind leaves you tired to the max. With the strength I have left I follow the man through the village, I can't keep up with the speed of the horse, but I swear that the horse is racing with me.
Because every time I tried to catch up, the very son of his filly slightly increased the speed, forcing me to use more energy that I don't have to catch up.
After two hours of non-stop running, we arrived at the village that was besieged by dragons, only that these were either flying over the surroundings, or resting on the ground, in position as if they were waiting for an order or something.
Then some guys dressed as knights, quite well armed with an image of a three-headed red dragon stamped on their breastplates, being quite striking in that sense, approached us.
When they were in front of Lord Targeryen, they did not even bother to notice me and continued to report the appearance of the dragons in the village, only that the mage had an extra situation and began to speak in delirium claiming that a dragon was communicating something and requesting her immediate and unprecedented presence at the moment it appeared.
Lord Targeryen: take him with you now, and let him pass, he comes with me.
Pointing out that by then none of the soldiers had stopped to notice me, surprised but focused on their lord's command, they led us into the town to find the "main house".
It is strange to be in a medieval town and not the great experience as some say it might have been.