Darkness. My eyes open, yet nothing changes. Complete, abyssal darkness. Where am I? What’s happening? My limbs extend, shoulders broadening as they move outwards. Yet, they’re stopped by something. A wall. A rounded one, but a wall nonetheless. What? My limbs push against the wall, but nothing changes. Strange sensations meet my attempts at stretching. Limbs bending awkwardly, and a whole new something behind my hips. Or… what I think are my hips.

My knees… my elbows… why are they bending so strangely? Pushing against the wall, the strangeness becomes more and more noticeable. The new sensations on my lower body feel natural, yet alien at the same time. What is this? What could it possibly be? Trying to control whatever it is should be a futile effort, but somehow, it works. What? How is this even possible? After controlling the thing, making it do simple motions, an explanation comes to mind.

Do I… have a fifth limb? What? Focusing on the strange sensations only makes the truth clearer and clearer. Why do I have a fifth limb? I shouldn’t have a fifth limb… right? My mind instinctively goes for something I can’t consciously access to explain this strangeness. My memories. Except, the only response is emptiness. A fog of nothingness. Where are my memories?! Shouldn’t they be there? How am I even thinking without them? Panic wells up within me, and my limbs mirror my emotions. All five of them splay out, pushing desperately against the wall.

My distressed flailing is met with a resounding *Crack*. The seemingly unbreakable wall that’s surrounding me develops a crack where some small amount of light peeks through, dispelling the all-encompassing darkness. The wall… broke? Does that mean… it’s possible for me to escape from this place? Shaking my head a little, or what I think is my head, I try to focus myself.

Focus! Ok, ok. I need to figure out what’s happening. Something must’ve happened that took my memories away from me. The panic tries to rise once more, but this time, it is forced back down. What could even do that kind of thing, though? Maybe something outside of this space will be able to help me remember? Or maybe it could explain what happened to me. But that would mean that I have to leave this thing. How?

Thinking back to how the crack of light appeared, I realize what I have to do. I have to hit the wall even more, don’t I? Or at least I have to push on it. I begin to push my limbs against the wall. The crack grows bigger quickly. The wall goes from being seemingly impenetrable, to breaking and cracking the moment even the slightest amount of pressure is applied. No more than a couple of seconds after I begin pushing, the whole wall splits in two.

I tumbles out of the space. Not braced for the thing to split in two, the motion of my body is left to the whims of gravity. Luckily, the rolling barely has a chance to begin before I collide with the ground. My only response is to open my eyes. The blinding light of the space around me makes me close them instantly, a split second after I open them.

The cold floor beneath me is uncomfortable, with small, jagged mounds poking into my soft skin. Or… is that on my skin? It doesn’t feel like my skin is actually touching the floor… The chamber, or whatever I’m in, smells of dust, and feels stifling. It’s a bit difficult to breathe. Is… there anyone there? Opening up my mouth to ask the question out loud allows dust to enter. My immediate and instinctive response is to cough.

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My eyes open again, and I’m blinded by the light once more, but I force them to stay open regardless. I adjust to the bright light remarkably quickly, and a whole new world is revealed to me.

The first thing that meets my gaze is the red stone covering the floor. Forcing my body to move, I lift up my head a little to get a look at the ground I’m lying on and am met with more red—but also a light coating of green liquid.

Why is there green liquid? Is it… coming from me? As I push myself up, I realize that the feeling of all four of my limbs touching the ground feels both alien and natural. What is happening? It feels like there should be another thing I’m meant to do, but this feels so… comfortable. Looking towards the ground on instinct, I’m shocked by what I see. Are those… my hands? No, they can’t be mine! What meets my eyes are what look like the feet of a lizard. Feet that have four toes and end in ebony black claws. The rest of the parts of my feet that I can see are covered in crimson scales.

Those definitely can’t be my hands, right? My hands look like something else! Yeah, they have to! Unconsciously, my mind reaches for the memory of what my hands look like. Yet all it is met with is a blank. My mind goes back to that empty space, looking for the rest of my appearance. Again, it is met with nothing at all. I don’t even know what I used to look like! Panic wells up within me once more.

Calm down! I need to focus! Focus! …Ok, so now my hands look like this. What does the rest of me look like? My head doesn’t turn. I’m kind of afraid to find out… but it has to be done. With an unsteady breath, I turn my head to take in the rest of my body.

A reptile. A lizard. Those are the first thoughts that cross my mind upon seeing it. My body is reptilian and covered in crimson scales. The only thing that dissuades me from thinking that I’m a lizard are the small wings sprouting from my back. Wait, reptiles don’t have wings, right? My mind pulls something from that blank space, unlike before.

Not a picture, but words. Crocodile, Alligator, Thorny Devil. A list of reptile names, and their descriptions. What? I actually have some memories? Wait, no. These are just words, and they don’t have any pictures associated with them. But, regardless, none of those reptiles have wings… Wait… could I be… a dragon? That’s the only kind of reptile I can think of that has wings. But that makes no sense. Dragons definitely don’t exist… Right?

My eyes begin to roam the chamber that surrounds me. The walls are the same color as the floor, and look to be of at least a somewhat similar texture, rough and rocky. Lining the edges of the chamber are small piles of gold.

My eyes roam higher and towards the ceiling. It looks as if it is made of the same material as the floor and the walls. A roughly hewn, red something. In the center of the ceiling, there is a hole—a large one that allows the light from above through, like how a hole in the clouds lets the light of the heavens through.

Then, I turn around. A pile of large spheres with a silver sheen lies against the wall. What are those things? Are they… eggs? My body begins to move, to allow me a closer look at what must be eggs. I collapse to the ground, but I quickly pick myself up. Standing still, I look more closely at the pile of silver spheres. It doesn’t take long for one that’s close to the top to catch my eye. It’s split in two, and leaks a green liquid that is suspiciously similar to the one that was coating my skin, or scales, earlier.

Is that… my egg? Does that mean that these are all dragon eggs? A dragon laid all of these? I look at the pile in a whole new light. As if something is triggered by my investigation, the wind begins to pick up behind me. I carefully turn around, so as to not trip and fall. What meets my eyes is two massive creatures descending into the chamber. They’re bathed in the light, and they would look like angels descending from heaven, if not for the fact that they look like me.