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Chapter 1
Stone cracks
Beyond the wall deep into the land of Ice and snow. Something was placed where it should not have been. Buried under snow since long before the Doom. A stone of scales and faded white shade laid forgotten and dead. Yet this was not where it should be. Something had been changed. Something had been touched somewhere and somewhen that cascaded into this affect.
Yet that story is long since forgotten its beginning faded into the snow.
But this stone was not the only thing beyond the wall. Deep into the heart of winter a thing of death reached out. It felt the distant flicker within the stone. A flicker of magic so small it had not been noticed for these many years. All until now.
The creature of death knew this stones true form. Knew of the power within. And so reaching out the magics that kept the dead walking crept through ice and snow. Testing the stone to see if that power can once more be stirred to action.
But a stone such as this is no normal thing. Stone and faded as it is. A egg of a dragon is still a magical thing. And here beyond the wall where grumpkins and snarks may roam. Mysterious things can happen.
The magic within the stone and the magic of the dead all mixed together with the latent magic within the very land its self mixed in a way not one thing upon the world could foresee until the very moment it occurred.
The death seeping its way into the egg first met the latent power within. That power only able to resist for but a single moment. But that moment of resistance made the death flick away. A tendril made to grab at just a body instead flicked into the essence of the land. And the land handed over something that had passed by to make the death move on.
In a moment that the death could not stop. That thing the land had handed over was thrust into the stone. Within a power burst forth. The blood price paid. And magic from the very heart of winter mixing with death to bring about something that should never be able to happen beyond the wall.
A stone became a egg. A egg ready to hatch. Not with death at the reigns but that small thing the land had handed over to sate the greed of death.
??? POV
W-where am I?
Its hard to wake up properly my head is aching. I never really drink yet this would be what I would class as a hangover!
Ugh its just as bad as movies make them out to be. I try to shuffle from my bed only to instantly be met with a solid frigid surface...Thats not right.
I shuffle the other way again solid smooth ice cold walls. I reach above to hit the bed board light...More walls domed at this angle.
Its dark so dark its cold far colder then it should be in my house. I kick out. My leg thumps against the wall that surrounded me. I have not been tied up yet I am clearly trapped have I been put in a car boot?!
Oh fuck I've been kidnapped?! I knew that holiday price was sketchy!!!
Panic quickly set in. I began to trash and try to let out a scream. The panic only grows far worse when instead of my voice or even the air I expect something cold wet and slimy floods into my mouth. I began in all honesty flopping around like a fish out of water.
I bet my captors are laughing as their plan to drown me starts to work. At least I woke up enough to struggle before my death. I find while my legs are not bound my arms clearly must be. They feel wrapped around me too oddly. I cant even feel my fingers!
Come on please this has to work I saw it in that horror movie!
I brace my back to one wall and start pushing my legs outward. I'm in water of some kind so kicking was never going to work. But brute force shoving of my whole body against one part...
Another mouth full of liquid as I panic. How I have lasted this long drowning I have no idea. I've never swam never mind hold my breath this long!
With a final desperate shove to maybe open this car boot and swim out of what ever lake I've been dumped in something gives. I hear a crack that floods through the fluid to my ears. N O W A Y!!
IT FUCKING WORKED!
I instantly start smacking my legs against the crack letting it open up more. I feel the fluid start to drain. It confused me for a moment but survival takes priority on questioning way a lake would stop flooding the car trunk just cause I opened it.
Suddenly the car trunk gives way and I spill out. The fluid almost throwing me out as it floods out the gap my legs made. I almost instantly regret my freedom. Its freezing and soo dam bright!
I do my best to adjust my eyes moving my bound arm to rub at my face and....That's a pretty big dam bump on my nose did they beat me that bad to keep me knocked out.
Eyes still struggling to adjust I do recognize the feeling of snow. They threw me in a frozen lake?! It was summer! Is that how bad the weather is in Scotland?!
My breath is rigid between sputters of fluid from my throat. my panic did not help with all the fluid in my lungs. I cough and wheeze out as much as I can between breaths vomiting up what I swallowed onto the snow before me. Gods I might die after all. Wet as I am surrounded by this snow. I'm goanna freeze in no time!
Shuffling to try and stand up it goes horridly. My bound arms are of no help beyond a week shove. Yet as I rise onto my legs it feels completely off. They must have drugged me cause my neck feels far to long and my legs feel all wrong they bend far too much for standing up.
Quickly I feel from this weird sense of vertigo splatting back down into now even more frigid fluid which is quickly becoming frost among the snow. I let out a breath again as my eyes are starting to adjust enough to see the puff of air above my snow white nose. Fuuuuck its soo swollen and this white?! I'm for sure going into frost bite or something bad. White isn't meant to mean snow white body!
Doing my best to look around the blurry shapes around me I spot what I can only describe as a tree. Brown and green at the top with spots of white likely snow. Maybe I can make some kind of camp fire before I'm completely fucked.
Wait my arms are bound! How am I gonna twist the sticks?! I do my best to look at my arms and pause. They look to be twisted the wrong way the elbow clearly shows my arms pointed backward. And my skin seams to be stitched together to prevent my arms from spreading!
Wait...No..
I was dumb enough to try and stretch my arm despite the body horror and watch as without pain my arm did stretch out the skin also spreading open......Like a wing.....................
W H A T
GAH! No I don't have time to be a on a dam drug trip! Fine fuck it Ill use my feet! Don't have a choice!
I began to clamber over to the tree doing my best to stand up and walk. Yet again walking is far too cumbersome. Hell the snow is up to my shoulders even stood up like this. Did a blizzard roll through?!
So I resort to a toddler and walk upon my hands and Feet forcing snow out my way with my oddly bent arms. If I am drugged and I'm simply not feeling the pain of a twisted elbow this is gonna come back to kick my ass isn't it.
Making my way to the tree....Dam its fucking huge! I know of trees in America growing this big but nothing like that was around Britain nor Scotland caravan parks.
Tyring to adjust my eyes more the sun glare off the snow is no help. Sure I am seeing more and more yet its not enough to spot a twig nor stone. I don't even see a dry spot. Ugh staying in this snow is gonna kill me. I have seen enough survival shows to know what happens if you don't get warm.
My only option is getting out of the snow. Like at all. So dumbly I try to climb the tree. Oddly bent as they are they can still hug. I snap my arms around the huge tree as best I can and try to get a grip on it with my toes.
Ooooh that's such a odd feeling. I feel like I am gripping it with my toe nails instead of my toes. Fuck this should hurt way more. I am so high got to be. Yet I need out of the snow.
So with a awkward little hop I do my best to move up the trunk of the tree. Oddly enough its kinda easy. That or I am dead and just making up all this to enjoy my last moments as some kind of natural climber!
I keep going and get further and further up somehow I make it to a branch and feeling utter exhaustion setting in I flop atop it. Luckily for me this branch is huge and supports my weight. Its also protected from snow by the branches above it. Sorta looks like a pine tree the more I can see of it. The shade of the trees branches is also helping me see far far more.
My eyes adjust more and my nose.....Its kind of oddly shaped. Never mind swollen. Its kind of like if I was wearing some kind of mask with a snout. Reaching my messed up arm to nudge it to test for pain I can finally see it...That is not a hand...
That is the middle of some kind of wing....
Just like that all the exhaustion of this effort for survival set in and I end up passing out......
I wake to a horrid sound a wolf howl.
Fuck my sister said Scotland still had wolves! Why did I believe google saying Scotland had no more wolves over my own sister!
Its also dark so dam dark.
But it seams the moon is out enough to give enough light against this snow to look around.
Wait...I'm in a tree?.
Crap! Right my fight for survival!
I quickly grip the branch to make sure I do not fall from it. Feeling my arms get far more grip then I expected seaming to wrap around the branch like a blanket....Wait
Checking my memory and my limited vision in the dark I spot them....Yes those are wings...More of my body was white...I looked back feeling my neck crane far more then it should be able and stared back at...T-that was....A tail... legs with....I snap my head away from the view of my body as I hear another howl this time far far closer.
I gripped the branch in fear and gaze down to the ground below trying to find out what was making that sound. I soon spotted the path I carved through the snow and follow it to some sort of egg looking thing. And a wolf sticking its face into the hole in it.
What ever hatched from the egg must be on par with a Ostridge its huge. And the wolf was clearly licking up what was left..........Wings........Egg.........Trail leading from tree to the egg..........
Again I passed out.
My head aches. I need to stop passing out. But its hard to do that when your this cold. And hungry and thirsty.
Yet my eyes lock quickly onto nothing else but the wings at my sides gripping onto the branch...My eyes lazily drift from them to a flicker of odd light at makes me squint. Looking over I notice a frozen lake near the tree. A blue hue was being reflected at me. Looking up from said frozen lake I spot a aurora of blue hue with a night sky that is far far too clean to be anywhere on Britain
A feeling began to sink into my heart. A feeling of dread. I need to know. I need see my face.
Even with the thought of that wolf maybe being near by I begin to shuffle my way backward to the trunk then shuffling down which is even easier then climbing up.
Soon My legs sink into the snow and I hiss at the feeling of the cold sinking in again further. How I am not dead is yet another red flag making my heart beat louder in my ears.
Using my arms...Wings...What ever they are to shovel snow aside I crawl to the edge of the ice and a bit further feeling the Ice under the snow on my skin makes my whole body shudder. Finally I reach the edge and look down. Blue eyes of such brightness gaze back as I realize....I am not human anymore.
My eyes are far more blue then even the ice below me. Scales white as the snow around me. Golden Horns that flicker and reflect that blue glow of the aurora....I am some kind of...Wyvern thing?.
I open my mouth and try to test something vital. I try to speak. What meets my ears is a shrill whine that is distinctly lizard like.
I cant speak..........................
What the hell happened to me. This cant be a dream. Its too...Too real...I am not struggling as much as I should. I have passed out multiple times. Each brush of the wind is soo dam cold. Yet clearly what ever I am can survive in it. How else am I alive. I was wet and did not get any warmth. I should be frozen through.
And that egg the wolf was lapping at....I hatched?...I'm a baby...What ever I am...
I am going to be sick. Yet each retch from my throat brings nothing from my stomach...I guess I haven't eaten anything yet after all. Such a thought makes my stomach rumble angrily and my mouth feel ever more dry.
How am I meant to get any food or water? Its all frozen and I am...I don't know how to forage. Wait if I am some sort of Wyvern thing can I even eat berries?
I gaze back at my reflection once more eyes full of concern meet my own...They are my eyes after all. I open my mouth and see small yet clearly serrated teeth. I am a carnivore. No doubt about it...
The eyes looking back at me grow more shaky... I am going to have to hunt something. Can I? I barely liked the idea of where my meat came from and now im going to have to hunt. Not even with a spear or arrow but dam teeth!
I flinch thinking to the sensation of climbing the tree and look back at my legs again. There white scaled wyvern feet awaited with claws shaded much like my golden horns.
Claw and fang then...I wince more as my stomach rumbles again. I may not die of the cold somehow but it seams I can starve to death.
I don't want to die...Then I hear it. A hoot. My head cranes over to the tree. I find my eyes even in the dim light of this aurora spotting the little hole in a trunk of a tree...A birds nest? Owls are not poisonous.
But like this there is no chance I can cook it even if I catch it...Another snarl from my new stomach drives the choice home. Catch it first figure out how to eat it after.
Now with a better understanding that my arms are now wings I mange to move just a bit more easily yet the snow makes sure I am slowed and more over clear in my approach as I crunch through it. The owl Is quick to note my approach. The hooting becoming a clamour of noise at me.
I'm sorry already you don't have to make this worse bird.
Snagging onto the trunk I begin the climb. Yet the moment I do I notice the shadow swoop out the hole...Damit. Its runnin-
A sharp thump against my back makes me yelp and lose a few inches down the trunk. DAM OWL JUST HIT ME!
I hear a little bestial snarl escape my new body and try to ignore it and the pain. Fine! At least its a fight now!
I cant really fly yet nor am I sure I will ever make the attempt to learn. So my only option is clear. Climb up to its hole. If its defending it that means a nest. I will make this dumb animal come to me!
Another sharp pain in my back as this time it felt much worse. Fuck I think it might have cut me that time! Knowing wolves are around any blood will mean they will come. Now your nest is my one chance at surviving the night you dam dumb bird!
Bit by bit I crawl my way up the tree. Hissing and snarling at each swoop of the owl. Finally I reach the hole and am just small enough to slip inside. As predicted the Owl comes in after me smacking its wings around. And screeching at its max volume.
FINE FUCK YOU TOO!
A contest of wings and leg based knives begins as my scale coated wings smack against feathered ones and my golden talons trash back at dark owl talons. If I am honest with you. I have no fucking clue how to fight especially like this. I am basically just flailing around and trying to do stuff I see the owl do since we kind of got the same body shape. Even if I am a fresh born Wyvern It seams I match a adult owl in size.
I am just throwing my self around dumbly. Yet it seams what ever I am is sturdy enough to manage matching the owl and after a while I have chased it off. I almost fall out the hole as it relents and flew away. Clambering back into the now very messy nest I pant and lay down into the soft padding........And FUCKING GROSS THATS BIRD SHIT!
For the second time I almost fall out the tree throwing my self back from the bird shit I saw next to my face and ending up upside down hung from the edge of the hole like a bat. with a scream that comes out as a pathetic if self congratulatory cute roar.
I began to flail my arms around or I guess flap my wings in a vain attempt to upright myself. Somehow I manage and end up back at the holes entrance upright....Okay careful for bird shit. I Gaze into the dark nest squinting trying to spot if there is anywhere clean...Oh! Eggs!
6 eggs laid before me. My stomach growls even louder. Ah right I was hungry........But those eggs are so filthy. Some even have a clear spot of bird shit on them........Nope not that one
I start do nudge the eggs aside one by one doing my best to not let any bird shit on my arms...Wings. Until I spot one egg that sort of looks clean...
Ugh...Nope I aint gonna- A painful rumble changes my mind. I was just born I need it. Clearly I need something in my system...Sorry unlucky cleanish egg...Early bird takes the wor-...Ah...Bad timing.
I reach out with a hand-...The bending part of my right wing nudged the egg....No hands....Already this gets worse. Fine both sides hold? I try to lift both wings but clearly the baby legs of this Wyvern body are not yet ready to support such actions and I stop before I can fall back into this nasty nest.....Only one thing left that can hold it then...Ugh please don't have any bird shit on you.
I lean in and open my mouth....Yes I am going to pick it up with my mouth. Its basically my only option. I feel my sharp teeth nip around the egg and I lift my head grunting a bit as it slips in due to its shape. Fantastic now a Egg I am not entirely sure is clean is resting on my tongue...
I have never eaten raw egg so I scrunch my face knowing this will be a awful awful experience. I pray that this baby wyvern body can eat raw egg without getting sick.
With it still resting on my tongue I close my eyes and bite down using the roof of my mouth to crush the shell Instantly I feel that slimly egg goo splatter all over my tongue and some even just slips down my throat without me even swallowing.
W O R S T M I S T A K E O F M Y L I V E S!!!!!!!!!
Authors note
Hello I know I haven't finished my other fic yet but I had this idea for a while and even commissioned art for it. So please enjoy this first entry into this bozos life as a dragon in game of thrones.
Please leave a comment it helps motivate me.