How did I get here? Well.... I don't know what the fuck that means.

Four years ago, I was really, but really smaller. The size of a human, I think......

My head hurt and I wasn't aware of what I was doing.

I was like sitting on a couch in the back of my head and watching a jurassic park movie in front of me, but the only channel was a camera fixed on the head of a raptor.

Yes, that's right! A Raptor....

That's what best described me.

I was coming out of a container with several parts and I didn't give a shit about what was in front of me.

I was hungry and scared and I wanted to defend my corner, to show that it was my territory.

So I breathed by instinct and immediately felt where I had to go to find water.

And there was water!

I jumped and felt puddles and non stagnant water.

I was surprised to see my reflection in the water as I was quenching my thirst.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP was making my tongue against the surface of the water.

Then, I carried interest in my reflection and I saw that I had claws instead of fingers and that my hands were covered with a skin that allowed me to fly.

It is at this moment that I become aware of myself little by little.

There were wyverns flying over the trees but the vegetation was so dense that the leaves made the forest dark and dense and gave me a cover against these gigantic creatures. Then there was Mommy Dragon....

I was too animal but I have some vague memories... An egg shell... the beaked one and the nest.

She's still alive and I'm protecting her in my den... She protected me and taught me to fly and hunt like a wyvern and communicate with each other by different screams and slams and respect the chain of dominance with the Alpha... Crock...

I don't know if she adopted me or if she laid me. It doesn't matter. I love this good beast. She's red like me and Crock and in the module, the dates are like crazy. I spent all my free time repairing and restoring the modules. These are modules of an international space station. The lab modules.

According to the notebooks I managed to restore, I was in an egg with many other creatures. My body having been rebuilt by a rebirth. Basically I had been made to involute by amplifying the remains of reptilian dna that we possess and injecting unknown dna.

An accident occurred and, as required by procedure, dangerous work on dna, viruses or others had to be done in orbit and ejected into space. Here we were, we were ejected but the engines didn't stop and we drifted. How long will it take? Centuries... say the counters. They are stuck some say 3000 years.... Others 10,000... But with the casimir effect, time no longer means anything in space.

The parachutes opened and worked and the liquid in my tube cushioned the impact... Probably.... Mom must have broken the tube when she saw the mini-egg or grandmother... Or... well, I'll never know... But the dragoness has nurtured, saved and fed me and I am alive thanks to it. She's sweet to me, but she's a fierce, ruthless creature...

I remember the first meal.

A rabbit.

I swallowed it whole, alive. He died in my mouth and in two or three claps. It was slipping down my stretchy neck!

I quickly hunted by myself and to avoid taking risks, I made snares. I even captured a wolf. But as he was talking and I understood, I released him.

"Why do you let me live?"

-"One day you will save me too..."

It was good and healthy to have good relationships with intelligent species. You never know...

It was a sunny morning and Mom put me on the edge of the cave. A huge void underneath me. As I always imitated his gestures to land or take off and his flapping wing movements, I felt ready. And while he was away at the nest, I did my pumping and jogging in the cave. I also cleaned up by throwing away all the rubbish and animal remains. I kept the cave clean and carved bars to count the days. I wanted to see the dates by referring to the solstices and, indeed I was on earth but WHEN????? the same earth? a clone??? The more I scratched, the more perplexed I became...

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So I was on the edge and rushed to the surprise of Mom who didn't expect it.

I had some knowledge of hang-gliding, parachuting and all this came back to me. With my wings, I could feel the wind sliding like a fluid. It's like I'm swimming like a fish in water.

I had it easy the first time.

Mom was happy to see me manage. And I made her a happy squeak to let him know that everything was fine.

So she went hunting and I went with her. I quickly spotted prey with my hunting instincts from when I was human and made her a little squeak to get attention. She understood that I was going to fold down and she grabbed and finished.

The hunt was good but she was always looking at the horizon... She feared the Alpha.

We would go hunting early and once she saw the male and dropped her prey for the Alpha and nodded at me to go hide.

She sat down and put herself in a position of submission, showing her belly to the huge dragon that sniffed at her and she expected to be gutted by the male and she looked at me as if it was the last time and the male licked her belly, feeling that it was a female. She let it happen and he bit her on the neck so that she would turn around on her stomach and crush her. The scene was brutal but it was nature. She was crying under Crock's assaults and it really had no romance.

The dragon had sniffed at me and in a final assault stared at me and roared, showing his teeth and making me understand that the brood was over and that I had to flee or submit.

My mother showed that I no longer had a choice and that I had to hunt and live by myself.

It was no longer a family... They were animals...

I was a beast too and it broke my heart... And I found myself crying... I loved my mother Dragon... The worst part was that I had never given Mom a name... Mom was "Mom..."

I looked at Crock with suspicion: "You're going to pay for this!!!!" I had like any answer a smile full of fangs. It was because he was still attached to Mom that he didn't jump on top of me and tear me apart in two jaw blows, but I could hear his thumping growl and my instinct was to run as far away as possible. And I had spotted small caves at my size during previous hunts.

I fled through the jungle towards the rocks without flying away because Crock would have spotted me, caught me and ripped me to pieces. Even if he could have been my father but I doubt it because of the test tubes. Being my brother, possible. I don't know and I might never know if he came with me from the lab or if he was an endemic species. To find out, we would have to find fossils or corpses. And again... if I hatched several generations later... It would take specialists, but here... There's only animal life...

I'll do my investigation later, when I reach Crock's size!

During my flight, I felt that he was flying over the area where I had fled and I heard the screams of my mother who was interfering so that he would leave me alone.

It was screaming in the sky. I couldn't see anything, hidden by the canopy and the dense jungle cover.

It was almost night and dark and also humid. It was not tropical but Mediterranean... but just as much a jungle. The difference was that we weren't suffocating.

I felt that there were predators, bears, wolves, pumas... and large deer and bison.

Then I came across a Mammoth, but no longer an African elephant, but a woolly one! Even larger and it was terrifying. A mountain of muscles and he saw a jungle lion and began to chase it by crushing everything in its path. trees, bushes, trunks, rocks... Nothing could resist and finally he crushed the lion with his trunk and brought it into his mouth....filled with canines! It was a CARNIVOROUS!

Me? I didn't wait for my rest..... I fled and took refuge in my cave.

It was good and healthy to have good relationships with intelligent species. You never know...

So I found myself alone in a hole... far from my things, my home occupied by a dangerous Alpha who took possession of Mom.

This had to change....

I took some wood and made a stock to dry it and started trying to light a fire.

With wyvern fingers, made more to fly than to use tools, I quickly abandoned the idea with sticks and bamboos.

And no flint... Maybe at the river... I'll check it out tomorrow. But I needed a fire to protect me, now that Mom was no longer there because death was roaming around at night too. It wasn't a green hell for nothing.

It was worse than cave times with a bird body. The only advantage was my poisoned stinger, my teeth and my claws and that I could fly. But other wyverns were probably stuck to the ground like me and at the mercy of terrestrial predators.

Damn Crock! Wait until I bake your ass with explosives!

I could dream but I had nothing, nothing at my disposal and eating and being safe was the first priority.

What a jinx!

I then began to meditate and calm down in front of the pile of wood in front of me.

That's when I experienced something terrible.

A subtle friction then broken twigs but whose sound was muffled.

The jungle was silent.

The birds were silent, as if holding their breath and watching a horror film.

I recognized this sound... A snake... a giant anaconda.

A monster about 20 meters long.

If he spotted the smell, it was over and his head could enter the cave.

The crap about these animals is that they are patient and know how to fast for months. Sometimes 9 months without food in extreme cases.

If I take refuge in the cave, or it's narrower, it will enter, clog the entrance and swell and empty the air and I will choke to death? well, I didn't want to risk finding out about it and otherwise it could wait until I die of hunger or thirst and try a fatal exit.

So I went out and flew away. He reacted to the quarter turn and rushed towards me.

I quickly climbed up and swung around the trees as I climbed and he bit into a trunk behind me and I barely escaped death.

Crock was not in sight and I didn't risk my chance.

I then opted for the cliffs, looking for a small hole to sleep in. I finally found one, behind the roots of a pine tree that was hiding my little hole.

The rock heated by the sun gave back its warmth at night and I was quiet for the moment, I missed the warmth of my mother's wing.