Hours passed as the boy fed upon the denizens of the wild. Never sated in all that time, he ate, and he shat and then he ate even more. His body grew hot and heavy over time, as the daylight waned, he found his eyes almost too heavy to open. Uncertain, the boy made his way slowly back to where he had been born into this world. Curled amidst the rubble in the back of his little cave, her curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

As the hours of the night passed inexorably by in their fashion, he slept heavily. As he slept, he dreamed. Things the boy did not understand came to might. Sights. Sounds. Smells. There was nothing too specific in those restful hours that might disturb his slumber. Bits and pieces began to make themselves clear in his mind’s eyes, but he was not ready to receive any knowledge beyond the most basic impulses.

As the sun rose in the morning, the boy’s eyes cracked open. A tremor wriggled through his body as he immediately felt the need to eat. His body hurt. His mouth was dry, and he was covered in filth.

Before his eyes appeared a strange glowing blue thing, but he ignored it. He already knew they were not edible. If it was not food, it was useless.

Slightly taller than before, and far more muscular, the child staggered out of the cavern and into the forest. Hunger. He was hungry. Somehow, he knew that word now. In fact, now he knew what words were in a fashion.

The day passed largely the same as the previous day. The newborn dragon child devoured everything in sight.

He spent his entire day in this manner. Never satiated, he continued to swallow up everything that lived.

Another night. Another series of dreams came to mind. This time they were slightly more distinct. Blurry imaged of people, for now he knew what people were after a fashion, came and went in those dreams. More knowledge came to his mind, and soon he awoke.

The second day of his life proved quite eventful. What once was a child who looked to be no more than five years old, could easily be mistaken for a demonic nine-year-old power lifter.

More of the blue screens appeared. He held a vague sense of what they meant to convey to him now, but his mind was not yet ready to accept anything but the most basic of concepts. Hunt. Food. Eat.

His wandering led him through the woods until he reached the river. Dangerously close to town, though he did not recognize anything dangerous about the situation, he was soon drawn to a large shadow in the water.

The shadow continued to swim around for a time. The little dragon boy nearly chose to leave it be, his stomach was empty. He needed to eat. Yet, just before he turned to leave a large bird dove out of the sky. He could not recognize the bird even if his mind was not addled, but it was bigger than he was, and it flew.

The diving bird swooped past the shadow, but before it could get the fish it was aiming for a much larger one launched itself out of the water. Massive, larger than a school bus, it snapped its perilous jaws around the hapless bird and fell into the water with a titanic splash.

Innocent young eyes blinked slowly then widened. Without hesitation, the dragon strode into the water and dived down beneath the surface.

The river was calm for quite some time, as though nothing had happened or was about to happen. Suddenly that placidity was destroyed as the water near the center of the river began to froth and roil. Soon large volumes of blood flowed outward to stain the waters red.

Not long after, a mighty fin broke the surface of the water. It cut like a knife as it drove toward the shore. From out of the river rose a comical sight. The little dragon hatchling hefted the giant shark on his little shoulders as he rose from the water. He dragged it partially onto the muddy riverbank; but found that he could only drag it so far before he was exhausted. Out of the water, the massive beast was simply to heavy for him to move it much.

Unable to do anything else with it, the little dragon set in for the feast. He began to feed on his most recent kill by ripping out a hunk of flesh from the gaping wound that used to be one of its gills.

Blood and the scent of fish stained the riverbank and perfumed the air, but the hungry little dragon did not care about such things. He ate until he could eat no more, and then made room to eat yet again.

Hours passed as he worked his way through his meal. Eventually nothing was left of the massive creature save for the large piles of the boy’s end results that were scattered behind various bushes and trees. One such pile eventually caught his attention. There was something shiny inside.

The dragon tilted his head sideways curiously, but the weird little shiny thing was soon ignored. He had seen such things several times and none of them were food. Nearly every pile of his hard work and end results had something or other shiny in it. Useless. Utterly useless.

The day was at an end, and his eyelids drooped heavily. He would scarcely make it back to the safety of his cave at this point. The worst part of it all? He was still hungry. At this point, perhaps he would eat the entire world and never be satisfied.