Hi All, this story has been eating at my brain cells for as long as I can remember. I always wondered how someone would react if they woke up as a celestial dragon! I am writing this for myself as inspired by Seelion and her story Farmer's Odyssey but I figured I might as well share it with any interested.

My voice was lost in the vast emptiness of space, I floated as an echo of something forgotten. Awareness dawned in fragmented wisps, like distant stars flickering in the dark expanse. Every semblance of thought strung together would loop infinitely for who knows how long until I forget it. In that boundless void, I struggled to grasp my identity—lost, nameless, and adrift in nothingness.

I could slowly feel by instinct existences around me. Feeble attempts at recognizing my surroundings returned in failure more often than I can comprehend but I persisted. Eventually, I managed to thread some instinctual feeling of presense around me floating like blobs of being. Some contracted while others were able to expand ever so slowly like a silk sheet floating in water.

After many attempts I was able to "see" more of these blobs around me. I realised some were bright and difficult to keep feeling while others where dim and almost difficult to maintain notice of. Nevertheless, I spent who knows how long in this process aimlessly trying to see my surroundings.

Eventually bits of memory tugged at the fringes of my consciousness, like scattered constellations forming familiar shapes. I sensed rather than remembered a life once lived, a world I once knew, but the details were veiled in the haze of amnesia. The memories would whiz past me like lights streaks in a moonless sky in this liminal state, I yearned to piece together the fragments, to reclaim a sense of self.

As I lingered in the boundless expanse, a curious shift overtook my senses. The weightlessness that had enveloped me gradually transformed into a sensation of gentle containment. A profound feeling of actual warmth akin to a morning dawn's first light held me snugly. The endless void yielded to a soft enclosure; a space defined by boundaries. My awareness, once adrift in the cosmic sea, was now nestled within this tender cocoon. Every wisp of existence seemed to converge in this enigmatic haven, where the pulse of life resonated with the rhythm of my newfound shelter.

In an instant, the familiar warmth of my shelter shattered, replaced by an overwhelming sensation of stark coldness. The world I had known—gentle and cocooned—was abruptly torn asunder. A rush of alien forces seized me, propelling me forward with an intensity that defied my fragile comprehension. The very fabric of my existence convulsed as I hurtled from the familiar unknown into the unknown unknown. A searing shock coursed through my being, igniting every nerve ending in a symphony of chaos. Harsh coldness pulsed all over me, a deep force welled within me forcing me to gasp for what I faintly now recognize as my lungs kicking in.

"My lord it's a boy!" Muted voices scream around me, their echoes reverberating as if bouncing off the walls of a vast, echoing hall. My vision remains a hazy swirl of colors, like an abstract watercolor painting drenched in water. "A healthy looking boy!"

I focus on breathing while I blink towards the ceiling lights above me. Everything blurs and melds together, shapes and figures melting at the edges, refusing to form clear outlines.

'Did I... Did I just experience being born?'

"Quick! Wrap him and place him in his crib!"

Amidst the voices, one emerges—loud, seething with anger. Its orders echo for longer in the hall, a frenzy of movement punctuating its urgency. As if summoned by its urgency, a fabric of warmth encases my cold skin. I'm lifted and carried through the air briefly then finally landing in a soft surface.

"You can rest my dear, you have done well."

The angry voice continued with a calmer domineer. The anger washed away, replaced with a soothing calm. I hear rustling sheets and a high-pitched voice responding. I can't make it into any sensible words but figured it must be the woman that gave birth to me.

"My lord, what about the child?" A voice, akin to an earlier one that had praised me, responded with a sense of concern. "I don't hear him cry." The words held a note of apprehension, as if they expected a certain reaction that hadn't yet occurred.

Before I can continue my train of though, I felt my body move again with the sparkling light hues above me shifting around in one direction indicating I am being carted away.

"Fear not. You three have done a decent job."

-click

"No master we wish to serve you, we will obey everything you demand!"

I can hear the voices turn shrill and panicked as they slowly furthered away.

"That's good to hear, now be good and die please."

-Bang, bang, bang

Sharp pain seared through my ears. I could feel my eardrums throb at each bang noise.

'Why did that sound like gun shots!?' I waited to hear more but all I could hear is three soft thuds.

"Hmm! Filthy maggots. How dare you witness my wife give birth and expect to keep living."

"Guards! Bring me the other doctors and nursing maids to tend to my tired wife." The angry voice carried the vitriolic hate it had exuded earlier, the sharp tones echoing through the hall. "Bring someone to clean this mess, and ensure their eyes are removed afterward!"

"Yes St. Marcus!"

'What is going on? I could have sworn that sounded like people just got shot?' My train of thought got cut off as I heard a door open. I could hear muffled cries and sobbing all around me as soon as I was carted out of the room.

"Here young master let me help you sleep." I blinked at the blob of colour that tilted its head towards me. She must have been the one pushing me out of the room.

While I was still confused and trying hard to discern what just happened, I felt the surface I am resting on begin to rock gently back and forth.

"I hope this feels good young master." I continued to blink silently at her not having the energy to speak nor move around too much.

Her gentle voce sounded strained. I could hear the fatigue and short gasps of breath in between her words as she struggled to string them into a sentence.

She sounded young, too young. Drowsiness overtook me as I wanted to keep trying to piece together what is happening and where I am.

"St. Marcus is thrilled that you turned out to be a boy."

I can no longer fight the drowsiness as my eye lids shut and her voice started to fade away.

"You are the first born into this celestial fam-.." These were the last words I heard as blissful sleep took me away.

And that officially wraps up the first chapter. Please let me know where you think this will go!