I'm back! This story has been rebooted. Enjoy the reboot! This story's destiny is now brighter than ever! So, let's get into it! Without further ado, Princess of the World!
Have you ever had to choose between your own safety and the loyalty to your family and friends? I have, and it is the worst decision I've had to endure. But where are my manners? Why don't we start from my beginning, and we'll go from there? I was the first hatched of my sisters and me. The only world I knew of before that point was the cold and dark world of my egg. I was given constant food within that world. It felt like such a perfect place to be that, but I knew that the food was running out. I had to escape to the world outside my egg if I was ever going to enjoy the world.
I used my muzzle to try and dig my way out of the egg. After a few attempts, I heard the egg crack. I pushed more and more, as the egg gave way to a large enough hole for my head to poke through. As I took my first look at the light, I looked around me and saw three other eggs. I knew from the moment I saw them that they were the eggs of my siblings. I struggled to push out of the egg and to freedom. I scratched at the egg with my claws, but they were no use. I barely managed to get them to the hole that I had pushed out. I pushed as hard as I could with my claws to get free of my calcium prison that was once my home. Shards were falling, I was getting free. I started to kick out, trying to break the egg. Once again, it wasn't working. My hands were working wonders break me out of the egg. With a few more pushes, I managed to free my legs. I used my legs to hop out of my egg, free of the prison.
Once I had made my way out of my egg, I felt something lift me. I looked up to see who it was and I saw that it was a human male. It was Owen. He cradled me and pulled me in close. He scratched my head with one hand while rubbing my belly with the other. I enjoyed the contact, as I laid there, head lulled back, voice soft as a psalm. I was cooing a song of peace and relaxation. I never wanted the moment to end, regardless of the world. All I needed then and there was that contact. After a few tender moments, I felt Owen stop and place me onto a table away from the Hatchery. I chirped at him, desperate to get more attention. I wanted him to pick me up, to not stop paying attention to me. I demanded affection, I needed it. Owen looked back at me with a bright smile. I quieted down as I knew that he would return to me to continue to lavish me with affection.
I heard cracking coming from the hatchery. My curiosity was peaked. What could have been making the cracking? Could Owen be destroying the rest of my egg? Maybe one of my sisters was chirping? After a what seemed like an eternity, my questions were answered why I heard chirping coming from where the cracking started. I could barely see it. My second born sibling, my sister Delta, came into the world. I wanted to greet her, I wanted to spend time with her. I started chirping to bring Owen's attention to me. Owen's attention was attained as he turned around to face me. He held Delta in his hands. I watched as Owen handle Delta, but rather than the lavishing attention that he gave me, he simply scratched her chin and placed her by me. I didn't know why I had gotten so much attention, yet Delta so little. Before I could question Owen's ideas, I focused on my sister. I chirped at her to get her attention. She looked at me and chirped back. I tried to stand up, but I found myself falling down. I chirped at Delta again, as she chirped back to me. She didn't seem angry at me or Owen, and I decided not to push matters further. I felt that instead of feeling favoritism from Owen, I should keep my extra affection between me and him.
Suddenly, we heard more cracking. Delta noticed this and chirped. I also started to chirp. We wanted to see what was going on, though I had a feeling about just what was going on. I knew that my next sister was hatching. This time, Owen watched the hatching from the side, allowing us to watch as our latest sibling freed herself from her prison. I cheered her on, even harder than Delta. I wanted to have another sibling to play with. She eventually did free herself. It was my sister Echo. She was certainly feisty, I could tell as she tried to nip Owen's finger when he reached in to touch her. Regardless, Owen again scratched her chin. She was being given the same treatment as Delta. I realized then that the attention Owen had given me was special, something not meant for my siblings. I didn't know why I was more special than the other, but I did not that from that moment on, he and I had a special connection. A special bond between us that represented more than friendship, we were meant to be together as a family. Owen walked over to us and placed Echo on the table. I tried to get Echo to speak to us, but she simply snapped and snarled. I hoped that this was her kind of greeting and that she wasn't just being hostile to us. I felt crushed just the same. I just wanted to play with her, why did she have to act so snippy about it?
As I moped, I heard more cracking came from the final egg. Our last sibling was escaping from their egg. We watched as they tried to wrestle out of their egg, but they were noticeably weaker at escaping than Echo was. I hoped that it would escape to join us. I hoped that it wouldn't fail its escape attempt and perish. My hopes were answered, when the egg was split down the middle. Our last sibling fell out of the egg. Charlie was born. I predicted that she wouldn't get much affection, and it came true. Owen again scratched her chin before placing Charlie on the table with the rest of us. I chirped at Charlie, who chirped back. I chirped again and she chirped back. Charlie chirped at Echo, who growled. Charlie whimpered, scared. Echo calmed down and cooed, calming Charlie down. I realized then that Charlie was the peacekeeper among our humble little group. She was the one who was meant to calm us down. She wasn't particularly strong, but then, she didn't have to be.
Owen walked away from the Hatchery, his work seemingly accomplished. I watched him walk up to a scientist, an Indian man, and a woman wearing a white lab coat. They were all foreign figures to me, but since they were similar in appearance to Owen, I placed my trust in them. If Owen trusted them enough to talk to them, then surely, they weren't any threat to us. The woman yelled for a moment, scaring me. I wondered if I was placing trust in the wrong person. Owen talked to her, which caused her to calm down, though she still looked angry. She pointed a finger at Owen and told him something I couldn't hear and most likely not understand. Suddenly, the scientist and Owen came walking back in our direction. The scientist picked my sisters up, as Owen picked me up. I cooed in relaxation as I accepted Owen's grip on me. I trusted Owen more than anyone else, besides my own sisters. The scientist walked off in one direction, while Owen walked off with me in another. I was sad that I wouldn't be spending any more time with my siblings for as long as I knew, but, still, I didn't try to escape from Owen's hands despite this. I put too much trust into him to worry. I knew that he would care for me. I was certain that he would bring me to see my siblings again. I wasn't sure just when, but I knew that it would be some time in the future.
As Owen continued to carry me as we made our way outside of the building, I curled up into Owen's arms, settling down and relaxing in his arms. I closed my eyes, relaxing and escaping from the blinding light of the halls of the building. My eyes weren't adjusted to being in such a bright environment just yet. After a few short moments of relaxation, when I just started to drift off to sleep, I noticed that it had gotten dark. I opened my eyes to see why it got dark all of a sudden. I wasn't afraid, just curious. As my eyes opened, I noticed that we were outside.
I marveled at the look of the building, intrigued by its shape. I couldn't believe that my nest was so big. I realized then that Owen might as well have been my father. He cared for me when I hatched from the nest, just as a parent would. I relaxed back in his arms, but this time kept my eyes open so I could see around at the world that was constantly being revealed to me. Owen walked me to a bag connected to a two-wheeled machine. I didn't feel comfortable being near the machine, and I let out a fierce growl. I wanted Owen to know that I placed no trust in that beast. Owen paused and touched the beast, which stood still. I started to calm down. If Owen had enough trust to touch the beast, then surely no harm would come to me if I came near it. After I had calmed down, Owen placed me in the bag attached to the machine, which was quite deep as he climbed onto the machine. The bag was much roomier than my egg had been. But it was dark. I hated it for this and tried to escape from it. I climbed my way up and out of the bag, trying to get a foothold. Instead, I tripped and fell, sliding around pitifully. I called to Owen to help me. He propped me up and attached my claws to the side of the bag. I held on as the machine came alive with a violent roar which caused me to let out a scream. I was afraid of this thing. I didn't know what it could do to us, and I didn't want anything to happen to us. Owen placed a hand on my head and rubbed it, which calmed me down. I was receiving that special attention I loved him for. I cooed as the machine roared. If he wasn't afraid of it, neither was I. I poked my head out of the bag, which was securely held in place to the machine. Suddenly, the world around me started to move at a startling pace. I looked up at Owen, who acted completely calm despite this. His calmness and coolness were reflected on my face. He was my father, he knew what was best. I looked ahead and saw the long path ahead. I drank it all the sights, sounds, and smells of the world as it flew by. I heard birds chirping, leaves rustling, and rocks shifting. I saw trees flying back as the lights from the building disappeared. I smelled other dinosaurs, as well as birds, reptiles, and insects. I even smelled things I couldn't recognize. As we drove along, I noticed a small shack coming up, which the machine headed for. We pulled along the dirt path that led to the shack. The machine slowing down. The machine slowed before dying outside of the shack. I could only assume that this was Owen's nest and that this would be my nest from now on.
Owen picked me up and carried me into the little shack. I followed our movement, looking all around me. I noticed that it had several special machines inside of it that I didn't know the purpose of. As we entered the building, I snuggled comfortably into his arms again. Owen carried me to a strange rectangular shape that was in a separate part of the nest. He placed me onto the shape as I noticed that it was soft. Indeed, it was softer than anything I had laid down on before this, which was everything I had been on. I laid down on it, letting the softness get to me. I nearly fell asleep, were it not for Owen moving around and away from the shape. I watched as Owen walked into a room that had clothes in it. When he left that room, he had changed his clothes, throwing the ones he had on before into the basket. I understood then that the room was for changing clothes, or what I thought to have been skin. Owen came by and gave me another bright and warm smile. I smiled back at him as Owen picked me up. Owen climbed into the shape while I rested on top of it. I chirped for Owen to give me some kind of affection. I wanted his attention, and I wanted it then and there, no questions asked. Owen, sitting on the shape, obliged and reached over to me. He started to rub my head again. I cooed in affection, loving our special moment, and what it meant as far our bond. After he was done, he laid down and put his head on a smaller, white, rectangle at the top of the larger rectangle. I moved to Owen's head but then I realized that Owen might move in the night. I feared being squished by my own father. I didn't want to die at less than a day old so I moved to the side of the smaller rectangle by his head. Then, with the thoughts of the bright future I'm going to find ahead, I laid down and I drifted off to sleep.
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