Tanya von Degurchaff, after a great period of conflict, survived to see its end. Despite the insidious machinations of Being X, she was able to live her cherished life of peace, rejecting his degrading authority.
It was quite the unfortunate surprise when she was then transported back towards said divinity when reaching her death.
Tanya inwardly cursed. I completely underestimated his pettiness! As expected of the pathetic excuse of a god!
She glared at the robed fogey, a being too outdated for the modern era. "Being X! Are you that sore of a loser to accept my victory?".
"Silence," boomed the antiquated figure, "I will not accept that you will continue to be unaware of the true faith". He then extended his hand outwards. "This world was much too united, much too civilized to pose a true threat towards you, atheist. I will send you to a world from the great Beyond, a place of great conflict and strife, a world unknown to your petty memories of the past. It is also a place of degrading faith, one I will make sure that you will spread"
Through his hand emerged a connection to the other side, a place of great fear, of unknown organisms that Tanya had only seen through occasional fiction. Tnya shuddered at the terror that the gateway exuded.
As quickly as he had opened the leyline, Being X had cut off connection, turning his arm towards Tanya. "A human you shall no longer be. I will make you hunted by the humanfolk of the era, as you take upon the form of a monstrous race, a wyvern hated for feasting on the intelligent races".
A ray of light then shown off from the supposedly supreme being, enshrouding Tanya. However, to his own astonishment, the atheist was appearance wise unaffected by his ability. Tanya chuckled at the incredulity upon Being X's face.
"It seems that the creation had finally betrayed its creator, how much more pathetic can you get?" the atheist's greatest asset, the Elysium Type 95, had created a protective dome around her, preventing her from a full transmutation into a dragonkin.
"No matter", Being X had regained his composure. "You will continue to be treated as a wyvern, but your human appearance will lead you as an outcast towards your kind." He then prepared the transportation spell. "I hope to see that you have fully conformed, next time that we meet". Tanya smirked.
"I'd rather die again than put faith in a lousy excuse like you"
"INSOLEN—" the cursing was cut off from Tanya's departure, she herself satisfied to see the loss in composure of the arrogant fool.
"Now, to analyze what I got…"
From Being X's conversion, she was unintentionally given once again the means of flight, at the cost of human aggression within the continent. However, she will be able to ingratiate herself with a flock, albeit as an outcast due to her appearance. However, such status of an outcast meant one thing for Tanya.
"Doesn't this mean I'd be set to the rear?!"
...
Being X had been very successful in transporting her to the new world.
Too successful, in fact.
She had been transported into a wyvern egg directly within the nest. This is disgusting! Damn you, Being X!
She immediately sought to push herself out of the slimy container, consequently placing her in the middle of a wyvern swarm.
They were reptilian in appearance, like a dragon without its forelimbs. Hideous and low in intelligence, Tanya felt a wave of disappointment. The flock teemed of a lack in discipline.
"KRAAWK!" "Min…ia..!" 'f…ood?"
"QUIET!"
Such confusion was immediately dispelled by the low, grumbling voice of high authority. A massive wyvern with a burly build towering over the others, he quickly shoved his way through the flock.
He was born with a rare genetic mutation imbuing him with dragon scales, impregnable by ordinary attacks. He had gained a peerless intelligence within his race, rivaled by only a single subordinate from his own flock. His massive body had brought him greater muscular ability, along with a weight that could lead the wyvern to survive without nourishment for months. A being whose pride rivals those of dragons, throwing his authority around for absolute obedience. Tyrant. Wyvern.
He was Ozma the God's Skyboulder.
...
Ozma analyzed the newest member of the flock. Despite their minia-like appearance, they were hatched from their eggs, and should be part of the flock…
The "wyvern" had also been born fully clothed in an unknown fashion, giving the appearance of a visitor, along with their advanced intelligence despite their status as a newborn…
Definitely a minia visitor.
Ozma would have to continue surveying the newborn until it gained his trust. Potentially a valuable combative addition to his flock.
"Keep her with the younger members of the flock. The chatterbox and the freak. UNDERSTAND?!"
"KRAAWK!" "Under…stood!
"Address me as Majesty! or I'll kill you!"
"Yes!…Ma..jesty!"
The wyverns hurridly carried the minia to the isolated corner of the nest, unceremoniously tossing her with two other members of the flock.
A bonafide crimson dissenter who believed himself to be a better leader and a dense blue deformity of three arms. Regnejee and Alus.