I felt a strange sensation as I opened my eyes for the first time.
Before me was a grand room, bathed in a brilliant light that streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the extravagant gold furnishings.
My eyes drifted up towards a huge figure looming over me.
The gigantic figure leaned forwards and spoke.
as he spoke, a large circle made of light appeared before him.
"This will let you learn about this world quickly"
Looking down at myself I saw pure white scales, claws, a tail, and a small pair of wings. Despite just waking up in this situation I had an instinctual feeling that the being before me was my father and that I was a dragon.
"Dad…?" I ventured, my voice still unsure and weak.
The next thing I knew, the soft light of dawn filtered through the windows of the grand room. The once-blinding brilliance had mellowed into a warm, comforting glow. My father's presence was a steady reassurance as I adjusted to this new world.
By the end of the first day, I had managed to get a handle on walking around with my legs. My wings still felt alien and fluttered awkwardly, while my tail swished around with a mind of its own. The room I had grown accustomed to was enormous yet comforting. It was a vast space that echoed with the deep, rumbling voice of my father. I spent hours exploring the lair, going from room to room, letting my scales brush against the cool, smooth surfaces of the golden and platinum floor.
As I rounded the corner I approached the figure I now recognized as my father, I sat down in front of him and stared at him, taking a closer look. He was a majestic and impressive sight, he was at least 50 meters long and 25 meters tall. His scales gleamed a brilliant silver, and his claws were the purest black. His Beautiful blue eyes, set beneath spiraled horns, held a steady gaze. His tail was thicker than a tree, and his wings, with their pure gray membranes, extended gracefully. With four large legs, he exuded a sense of unyielding strength and stability.
In contrast, I was only 2 meters long and a little under 1 meter tall. My scales were so white they sparkled in the sunlight. I had small horns on my head and blue eyes just like my father's.
Each morning brought new sensations as I wobbled on my tiny legs, struggling to coordinate my movements. Every step felt like a grand adventure. My father's gentle guidance and the soft, gooey meals he provided helped me grow and adapt to life in the lair.
Each day, my father would bring me new books, and I eagerly devoured their contents. Despite my young age, I absorbed knowledge at an astonishing rate, thanks to the magic imbued in me. The books told stories of ancient dragons that once roamed the planet, explained magical arts, and showed the history of the world. My father's books and lessons were both fascinating and overwhelming, but I relished every moment of learning. Through these lessons I realized how vast and intriguing the world could be.
my favorite part of the day was eating food and drinking magical potions that supplemented my body early on. My father had explained to me that because of the enormous amounts of magic needed for a dragon's growth, hatchlings had to drink potions prepared by their mother in order to grow until they were powerful enough to supplement their own magic for growth. Because of this, I would not get to meet my mother until she had gotten me enough mana potions. This only made me more determined to grow big and strong like my father, I could not let my mothers work go to waste.
The first week passed in a blur of discovery and growth. I learned to navigate the lair's many corridors, each adorned with decorations impossible to find anywhere else. I practiced my flight in short leaps, feeling the exhilaration of lifting off the ground and the soft thud of landing. Every day brought new challenges and triumphs, and I reveled in the sense of accomplishment that accompanied each small victory.
As the days turned into weeks, I felt more at ease in my new body. My father's pride in my progress was evident, and his encouragement fueled my determination. By the end of the second week, I felt a great sense of confidence and readiness in my growth.
Even with only a basic understanding of magic, I had noticed how powerful my father was. He had control over the rare powers of light and creation, reaching a peak in both powers that very few could obtain.
My fathers lair was settled high up in a mountain that pierced the sky on the upper part of the continent. The mountain was 24,000 meters tall, the tallest of the nearby mountains, dwarfing everything near it, and acting as a natural landmark for miles.
I walked through the familiar hallways, repeating the same practice of leaping from a standstill and flapping my wings to gain more distance. Today, I managed to jump a little over 10 meters, 2 meters further than my previous record.