My Life with Bahamut
My name is Kindra, and many things have happened to me since Bahamut hatched for me. There were many changes to my body for one, he sired many children with me, and he protects me. My story is strange and sometimes I don't believe it myself. But then, he would fly into our cave and love me in his special way that made me believe everything again. The following is actually a short journal of my odd life. My story needs to be shared.
My day started like any other, I was staring into a mirror trying to stay clean-shaven. I sliced the skin on my neck and cursed women for not having to shave constantly. Who cares if they can have children, I said to myself. How would they be able to have them without guys like me around? I did my best to stop the bleeding. When I was satisfied, I vacated the bathroom
I sidestepped my very annoying sister, who had a cell stuck up her ear, and was chastised for taking so long. (I can't remember hers, my dads, my moms, or even my own birth name. It was so long ago.) As usual, I ignored her. Walking into the kitchen, I grab the only breakfast I ever had then, beautiful 20oz Dr. Peppers. Dr. Pepper, King of Caffeine. (Bahamut brings me some every now and then even though it wreaks havoc on my digestive system.) But then I did something rare, I ate food. We had snacks left over from the night before, so I grabbed a few of the lil' smokies.
Since eating was such a rare occasion, I decided to make a wish. "It needs to snow." Yes, I know it wasn't a wish, but I lived in the north, it was dead winter and 70° outside. I loved cold, and this was torture. But, as I watched, the windows frosted over. It may not have been snow, but the cold was good enough for me. My dad said something stupid followed closely by the releasing of bodily gases. I choked, coughed, and opened the closest window. I may have been a guy, but that was disgusting.
Then I said something ever quietly to myself. "I wish I had a dragon." I know, it was stupid, but people always thought I was insane by believing in them. My dad thought I was a wuss. Mom and sister didn't care. I just wanted one for five minutes so I could show it off. I held my breath for a few seconds, and then started breathing again. Oh well…
I sat down with my D.P. and mouthful of smokies, chewing haphazardly. Then there was a knock at the door. I was going to get it, honestly, but sister beat me to it. She glanced at me then back at the door. "It's for dimwit," she announced finally. When I got up, she sat beside dad and belched loudly. She picked up some of his more… gaseous… habits. There was laughter and murmurings of ten, but I wasn't paying any attention.
The man at the door was a gentleman in every aspect. He wore a tweed suit, shined shoes, and a bowler hat. I would never forget him, because he changed my life. "Good evening young Sir." He tipped his hat. "You are the son, correct?"
"Yes, and who might you be?"
"I am Mr. Desmond Tiny, and this is for you." He handed me a case with an envelope attached to it. "Please take careful care and read that." He indicated the envelope.
"And what is in here?" The case was kind of heavy.
"That would be a rare egg. The owner knows you and told me to give it to you. She said something about reptilians, scales and dragons, or dragon fag, I can't quite remember." (Dragon fag was a nickname that my enemies gave me, the ones that truly hated me. It was quite common for me to hear it multiple times.) It was a short conversation; he bowed his hat and left me with the door wide open. I looked at the last lil' smokie that I had, behold the power of the Smokies.
I didn't even bother shutting the front door. I raced upstairs to my room, shut and locked the door behind me. I put the case as gently as possible on the bed, and ripped open the envelope. All it said was that if I liked humanity, I shouldn't accept drinks from strangers, and that I can't open the case until February 4, 2007, which was four days away. I can survive four days.
I think.