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I had an accident when I was an egg.

Obviously, not being entirely conscious during this period of my life, I was unable to give a viewpoint analysis of my incident. But I shall recount it according to details generously provided for me by my family members.

…Most of them anyway.

My older brother Lemmy explained that the incident happened about a few months after my egg-laying had occurred.

At the time, Lemmy was very protective of my egg. He somehow knew that he wouldn't be the smallest anymore, at least for a while, anyway. Plus, with Roy's attitude and Ludwig's greater intelligence and desire for solitude all beginning to develop, Lemmy was excited for someone who would be willing to play with him and who wouldn't tease him. So he guarded me like a mother would. He was with the egg more that mother, in all honesty. He would get a servant to put me in a wagon filled with blankets, and then he would order the servant, as well as he could, to tote us around very, very, gently. Lemmy would babble incoherently, trying to show off the castle to me and explaining where everything was. Given his own accident at one month, he was incapable of walking until a year after my hatching. But he was still able to comprehend some things, even in his state, and he would do whatever he could to prevent anything from happening to me, to prevent me from going through what had happened to him.

He would often take the blankets that were with us and wrap my egg in them, wiping it down and making sure it was sparkling clean. He once threw a fit when he noticed a bug crawling on the shell, and cried for a good ten minutes after he got it off, before the others could finally calm him down. He went with me everywhere, and vice versa.

Except for one place: therapy.

As Lemmy had not yet started walking, my mother would occasionally go and take him to see a specialist in order to help him try to learn how to walk, leaving King Dad in charge of the rest of us. Lemmy enjoyed it at first, but after I came along, he would stubbornly throw tantrums in order to get mom to take me with her. Our mother wasn't exactly certain with this decision, as she didn't want anything to happen to me, and she didn't want my egg to become damaged, especially given Lemmy's state.

Oh the pure irony, considering what happened during one of these trips.

Father had been foolish enough to allow Roy to handle my egg one time.

That in itself should be enough to explain everything, but I will elaborate anyway.

You see, father wasn't exactly – and still isn't, in all honesty – a model parent. So when mother left for therapy sessions, he didn't exactly concern himself with our wellbeing. Not to say that he didn't care for us, no. But rather, he did not consider that anything that could happen to us would have any long-lasting effects.

So when Roy came and asked if he could hold me, King Dad agreed without so much as a second thought or a word of caution.

I should probably explain that Roy was not able to walk very well either. I suppose holding my egg kept him balanced, for according to Ludwig, he did not drop me or fall.

At first.

Ludwig, not trusting father's judgement, followed Roy at a distance, but he soon lost him in the maze of hallways that filled our home. To this day I still do not know where he was planning to take me.

Roy recounted later to father what had happened, through hand gestures and poor speaking abilities.

Apparently he had been carrying my egg down the halls, in a more secluded area of the castle, when he had tripped near a set of stairs heading down to the basement – a long drop, at any age. My egg flew down the stairs and repeatedly bounced, as Roy rushed off as quickly as he could, falling at almost every step he took, as I was not there to keep him balanced anymore.

I received five dents, three cracks, and a small puncture. I suppose I could end my story there, as that is where the accident ends, but I might as well finish what happened afterwards.

I had remained at the bottom of the stairs for the rest of the day, until a Goomba minion finally found me on performing an errand to restock the kitchen of its' Yoshi eggs.

I was considered to be one. Apparently the idiot didn't realize the very evident difference between our species.

Around this time, Lemmy and Mom had returned. Upon realizing that the egg was missing, Lemmy threw the biggest fit you had ever seen. According to Ludwig, it was even worse than one of Wendy's tantrums. Mom was panicked, of course, but no one was more upset than Lemmy.

Roy wasn't anywhere to be found when King Dad confessed that he had let him hold the egg. I don't know where Roy was hidden, but it was their top priority, assuming that he still had me.

When they did find him, hiding in the toy room, and he explained what had happened, to the best of his abilities, everyone freaked out. They didn't consider punishing Roy at that time, because finding me was the most important thing at that moment, as far as anyone was concerned. My parents checked the stairs where I had been, according to Roy's direction, but when I wasn't there, the castle was immediately put on red alert to find my egg.

I believe I was told that Lemmy even had minions race him around in his wagon to try to find me as soon as possible.

Back to my current situation, I had been lumped together with a group of Yoshi eggs – again, how they never realized I was entirely different was beyond me – and had been brought to the kitchen to be washed and scrambled for that night's meal, along with four actually edible eggs.

I was the last on the table, therefore I was going to be washed and used last.

Yet again, there was nothing hindering their ability to see. I have no idea how they couldn't have perceived the very evident difference between Dragon-Koopa and Yoshi eggs. I was a different colour and didn't even have spots.

Now, as I've been told, the search for me grew more and more frantic. Because, honestly, I could've been anywhere and everywhere.

Of course the kitchen had no idea what was going on…

Finally, after I had been washed and was about to be cracked into a large bowl with the Yoshi eggs, Lemmy and the minions who had been pulling him burst into the room.

He let out the most enraged scream ever heard in Darkland upon seeing me above the frying pan, about to be cracked, and practically launched himself at the Koopa Chef, wrestling me from his hands and hugging me with the strongest grip he dared.

I may have been unconscious, but somehow… I remember that scream. It was the most terrifying thing I've ever heard in my life. Never have I heard Lemmy so utterly frightened and furious. The rage that was poured into that one noise exceeded anything I've seen, even from Roy or my father.

Lemmy glared and growled at the chef, who was completely terrified, and had had no idea that that was my egg.

He was removed from chef duty and put on the Troop in order to avoid further incidents. I suppose it wasn't really his fault, but I don't see how you could mistake two very different types of eggs.

Needless to say, I was safe.

But…

Unfortunately, it was a little too late.

Kamek did his best to heal the egg, to no avail.

Lemmy cried for two weeks straight. I suppose he felt like he had failed me. He never went to therapy again, and Mom never forced him to, either.

He didn't play with Roy until half a year after I hatched.

And it was two years before he even went close to the kitchen again.

Seven before he began eating eggs, or anything with eggs in it. They had to use substitutes for that long in order to get him to eat certain meals, like pancakes.

Anyway, because of the cracks, the dents, and the puncture, I was born two weeks early. They were worried I was going to be Lemmy's size. I was for a while, until my growth spurt.

I'd had struggles walking, but Lemmy helped me out. We were closer than twins, somewhat ironic considering the whole 'age shift' debacle that happened when Lemmy and I were five and three respectively, before Larry's birth. Lemmy stayed with me, and protected me, always worried that I had been affected physically, like him. However, I hadn't been affected physically.

I had been affected mentally.

It wasn't as noticeable when I was younger, but it's very evident now.

To this day, I still believe that Lemmy blames himself. Anytime we eat eggs for breakfast, he'll sometimes flinch and glance at me.

But it wasn't his fault I'm this way.

It was our brother's. I bet he doesn't even remember the incident.

I had an accident when I was an egg.

Because of him, my sanity is gone.

Do I blame him?

…Maybe.

But I'm not sane enough to actually know for sure.