I own nothing except my monsteress.

I also don't speak a word of Spanish, so I don't want reviews about if something translated wrong, the translations are at the bottom of the page.

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Chapter 1: First Awakening.

At first there was only warmth and comfort and a vague sense of Something passing. Slowly, other things developed, a sense of touch and the awakening of instinct. When everything changed, she had heard movement beyond her place of existence. Suddenly new instincts awoke, a primal fear of capture.

She wanted Out.

She kicked, lashing out at the protective shell of her egg. The noises outside grew louder, and she kicked harder, until her casing cracked and she tumbled out onto the warm sand of the beach.

Sea eyes blinked open, a startled chirp emitting from black scaled throat as bright light dazzled her. From all around came the sound of hastily in-taken breath, in all except one. As her eyes adjusted to the light, the little kit looked around her in sudden fright. The beings around her were not of her, and were a potential threat.

Low growls were a warning, and the displayed pinfeathers, as the little one stood up to her full height in an attempt to scare the pink-fleshed creatures away. Most backed away, though one, she could see that he was different, stepped forward and spoke soothingly.

"Nay chelen, eresder." He crooned, the tone soothing her fears.

Easy, little one, we mean no harm.>

He held up one hand, for that was all he had, and he kit ceased her display and lowered her head to sniff at his hand, then al the way down his arm to his chest. Slowly, his one arm came around her head to gently stroke at her neck.

One of the others that had stepped back now grew bold and came close. "¿Qué hace usted?"

"Sea callado a menos que usted desee espantarla otra vez. Ella es apenas un espantado recién nacido que necesita nuestra protección." The one-armed man growled back.

Finally the rest stepped forward and a woman spoke up, "¿Wy que desearíamos proteger esa cosa?"

"Porque ella es muy especial y tengo el sentimiento que nosotros la necesitaremos en el futuro."

"Muy bien, confiaremos su juicio Warren. Acabo de esperar que ella no es alguna criatura silvestre que decide matarnos todo." The woman spoke again, and murmurs of agreement ran through the rest of the dozen beachwalkers.

While they had been discussing this, the youngling had curled up at the one-armed man's, who we now know as Warren, feet and fallen asleep. Warren just smiled. "Ah no se preocúpe por eso." He crouched down and gently stroked the pinfeathers of that looked to be wings.

"Ella será llamada Siseir."

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What are you doing?

Be quiet unless you wish to scare her again. She is just a scared newborn that needs our protection.

Why would we wish to protect that thing?

Because she is very special and I have the feeling we will need her in the future.

Very well, we will trust your judgement Warren. I just hope she isn't some wild creature that decides to kill us all.

Oh don't worry about that.

She shall be called Siseir.