God had pulled a fast on me, shame on him! Tricking a mere mortal that badly should be a sin, honestly how devious is he?

I didn't even get a choice in the matter, one moment he's talking about an award and the next he blasts out words too fast to comprehend when he said them. It was like eminem's 'Rap God' super fast part, I couldn't understand all of it right away but after thinking about it they became clear as night and day.

I still cant believe this, that is just unfair! All he had to do was snap his fingers and now I'm surrounded by darkness. I have no idea how long it has been since then, just like when I was with God i cant tell time for the life of me! (A.N Pun intended)

After getting over the initial shock, I tried to figure out where I was using context clues and feeling around my surroundings. I have gathered enough information to come to several conclusions:

One, I am in a physical body that can feel and touch. I also have 4 limbs that I can move, but it feels like there is something else behind me. Something in the back of my mind is telling me that it's there, but I can't feel it or move it anyways. It's like having an extremely numb arm to the point where you can't move your fingers, you know they are there, but you can move or control them.

Secondly, I am completely surrounded by something. I have reason to believe I am in either an egg or the womb of my soon to be mother.

I can say with at least 90% confidence that this is the case because God said I would be reborn, and also because there is a warm thick liquid all around me. I'm leaning more towards egg at the moment though, because I seem to be lacking an umbilical cord that would connect me to my mother for nutrients and such.

Another hint God gave me was that I would be a 'species' with a lot of potential. He didn't say I would be human, I am conflicted with this part though.

Pros of not being a human: Human's are pretty weak to be honest, we break very easily compared to other animals, plus we die at like 70 years old, that's no fun. It would also be badass to be something like a cheetah or some shit, cheetahs are super versatile creatures...minus the whole getting poached to smithereens part. But I think I'm in an egg, so I might be a bird?

No, I don't have wings... I think? I know I have hands just from my probing for evidence, but I have not confirmed what the strange feeling on my backside is. I guess I could be a bird, Bald eagles are awesome as shit.

Why? Because, well...'Merica that's why. I could probably get enough food from the American populace to earn me a life where I wouldn't even have to hunt. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not though.

And then there are the Cons of being a non human: First and foremost I would have to remaster everything, and that's assuming I can walk on two legs. If I am a four legged creature then my years and years of martial arts training will be useless. Then there is the new parts which will likely come from being a nonhuman, those will either be very fun or very tedious to learn how to use.

I guess it depends on what I am though, I can't really test anything else until I am born.

Speaking of being born, I am kind of dreading that part too. Babies are always crying when they're born, right? Shouldn't it be super painful if they cry? Well, babies don't exactly have a high pain tolerance but it surely must be at least unpleasant. Not looking forward to it.

Especially if I have to break out of my home, which will be the case if I am indeed in an egg. I have seen a couple of birds/chickens hatch before and they don't exactly look like they're having a fun time either. In some cases, it takes them hours or days before they manage to free themselves.

Either way, this will suck.

All of this thinking has gotten me tired, rest is good for the developing body, yes? I'll take a nap for now...

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I 'wake up' sometime later, once again I have no idea how long it has been. I can't open my eyes yet though, so instead of waking up, I guess I just became conscious again.

There is another feeling of not being able to move something I should be able to on my back again, this time it's by where my shoulder blades are.

If my hypothesis is correct, then I should have wings and a tail? I don't know what else it could be at this point. It would be too coincidental if they weren't and coupled by the fact that I think I am in an egg I'm certain that they are wings and a tail.

So i will have to break the egg, huh? I guess it's better than being born like a mammal, it looks freaky and it sounds painful, for both the newborn and the mother...sometimes even the father.

Chicks opening their shells look peaceful though, besides the violent pecks and stuff.

I also have enough feeling over the rest of my body (save the new parts) to know that I am in the fetus position, and a tight one at that.

I wasn't even able to try and move around before, I just had enough control to wiggle my hands and feet. Now that I can feel around and jiggle my body a little bit, I start doing a little butt wiggle of sorts, if I were a human I would definitely look like an old white man trying to be 'hip'. Just that kind of dance with the shoulder and hip movements, you feel me? (A.N. Broke the fourth wall, Illuminati confirmed)

I must have done something surprising, because I can hear a faint 'kyaaa!' sound. I can't tell if it's faint because of the egg and liquid that I'm covered by or if my ears are really weak, but I heard it nonetheless.

That was the first sound I have heard since God told me to make him proud like some sort of cliche father figure...well I guess he is my dad, eh? I am going to avoid that line of thought, because I am sure he can listen in on my thoughts right now.

'I am still pissed at you ya know! This isn't funny! If I end up being some kind of pigeon, I am going to kill myself!'

I feel a sharp but faint shocking feel jolt my entire body, did that bastard just smite me?!

Calling him a bastard earns me another shock and I restrict my thoughts and calm myself down before I end up with a birth defect...

Jesus Christ is this guy rude, some creator of the universe you are! Hmph!

I get this nagging feeling that someone is laughing at me and I have my suspicions of who it is.

Turning my thoughts back to the matter at hand, I try to prod at my egg to get an idea of it's hardness and structure, I hear eggs are weak at the tip so lets try there first.

Pushing my head up, I touch what I think is the tip with the crown of my head and I try to bring my arms up to push.

Much to my dismay, it appears the egg is too tight to allow such an action, I only get stuck about halfway through. Pushing my arms back down with all my might, I pop through in such a violent and and sudden manner that I end up headbutting the side of the egg!

When I hit the wall, I could feel myself roll forwards, now I can tell that I am facing the floor. When my roll begins, I hear a louder and more high pitched version of the 'kyaaaa!' from earlier. I guess the hit was surprising to others as well. I feel myself getting re-positioned back to an upright format seconds later.

Let me tell you, that surprise hurt really bad, like slamming your forehead up against drywall bad. But but BUT! I do feel cracks! This is good, very good. I found where I will begin my assault on my own home!

But, the insanely intense headache that I earned myself will prevent all other progress for the time being. I then turn to what any other intelligent person would do when they have a headache and try to go to sleep.

Although it takes longer than usual because of the splitting pain, I eventually drift off into the dream world for the second time since I have been re-spawned.

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Similar to last time I came back into consciousness, I have a better feel over my new appendages, enough to wiggle them around and get a feel for them.

My tail is at least as long as my body, that is for sure, it's probably a little thicker than my arms at the moment. I can slightly get a feel for my wings, but they are hard pressed up against the shell and don't have as much leeway as my tail does. I can tell that they are relatively small compared to the rest of my body, though.

That's pretty normal though, I assume that they will grow in later like most birds.

There's something that's bothering me though, or should I say, the fact that I'm not bothered by having wings and a tail is mildly disturbing. Although I haven't been able to feel them until waking up from my last nap, they feel as though they are as natural to have as my arms and legs.

That might be God's doing, though. I imagine it would cause problems if I couldn't get used to them later in life when I need them.

Shoving all of my curiosity to the side, I resume my efforts to bust out of my prison again, now that the blasted headache is gone.

The crack is right by where my hand is, so first I rub the area to find where and how deep the cracks are. There is a light indentation where my face impacted the shell, and sprouting out from that indentation are tens of small fissures caused by the hit.

Only one of them is noteworthy though, and it is the one that runs straight from the center all the way to where my head is situated.

Aligning myself to the best of my ability to the crack, I begin to push with my shoulder using the back and bottom of the egg as leverage for my weak legs. Something within me is telling me with urgency to push harder so i double my efforts, my baby muscles are burning from the workout but I pay no attention to them and work through the pain.

Those initial thin cracks thicken as I push along, and the minor indentation has become a large bulge in the side of my egg. The largest crack has opened slightly, I know this because I feel the liquid surrounding me begin to drain through the crack.

By now the hushed voice that told me to push harder is now screaming loudly in my subconscious and I push as hard as I can with every fiber of muscle in my new body, the bulge has now opened and the thick liquid is now gushing freely out of it, the tiny cracks are now as big as the biggest one and I can feel other smaller holes open up.

Motivated by the feeling of victory close at hand, I shoved my hand through and push off the outside of the egg, widening the hole with my shoulder and sprouting my head through in the process.

The moment I push my head through, I can hear shouts of delight and many different voices talking back and forth, I have no idea what they are saying though, it is a language I have not heard before.

Finally, the moment I have waiting for is here! Excited by the sensation of cold air against my skin for the first time since birth I hastily open my eyes to get a good glimpse at the world.

As soon as my eyes open I shut them tightly again because of the sudden brightness and coldness colliding with my moist eyeballs, I begin a series of fast blinks again until my pupils can dilate properly enough to see.

What I see before me shocks me enough to make me gasp, and gasp I would have, if I had actually been breathing, I completely forgot about that. I take out a deep breathe of the cool air and try to think calmly about the scene before me.

I am in a throne room, that much is clear. My shell is on some kind of stand next to the large throne where a man I assume to be the king is excitedly looking at me. Next to him but closer to me is a woman I think is the queen, something tells me that they are my mother and father.

Who I think is my dad is a large, bulky man wearing a black sash and a black crown, he has fiery red hair and similarly red eyes. He looks to be around his mid thirties, his face looks to be that of a warrior. He has definitely killed before, but the usual scowl of a scarred man is no where to be found behind his broad smile. Not too shabby, 'Dad'.

My new mother has shiny luminescent black hair and incredibly shiny silver eyes, she looks to be slightly younger than my father but not by much, maybe 2 years. She also has a battle tested look in her beautiful eyes, but like the king they are hidden behind a happy smile. I would describe my mother as extremely attractive in appearance, but thinking like that already is really weird.

Her eyes are now moistening with tears of happiness? and she reaches out to grab me from my shell with a white towel looking thing that she was holding beforehand. Now having both of my arms out of my container, she picks me up under the armpits and I finally get a good look at myself.

I am definitely not a bird, that is very clear.

My arms have deep black claws attached to them, I had mistaken them for hands in my shell. My feet have the claws too, and all of my body and limbs are covered by black scales that are covered by a green slime which I assume was the liquid I was in. Looking forward, I can see the tip of my mouth so I have a fucking snout, this will be interesting.

The muffled sounds of excited talking are now very clear and now in an uproar, my 3 external perception senses seem to be amplified my times compared to when I was human. I can clearly see out the open doorway at the far end of the throne room, which is around 30 meters away, my sense of hearing and scent are acute enough to hear and smell the different breathes of the people in the room with us.

My mother starts to gently clean me, drying off the pitch black scales that were underneath. I twist my body to look at my backside and I can see two leathery black wings by my shoulders, I wiggle to get confirmation that I have control over them and they twitch in response, I then turn my gaze to my tail.

It's menacing as hell, spikes running up the back of it all the way to my wings too, they continue on past the wings but I can't see them anymore so I will assume they stop at my head.

I decide to test out my vocal cords as my mother embraces me only to let out a small roar that is far more cute than dangerous sounding, I repeat it several times in a test to change the pitch but only get the same sound.

My adorable actions earn a collective 'awwwwwwhhhh <3' sound from the gathered crowd of people in the room.

'Oi, hey you, I am NOT cute, i'll eat your face off when you sleep! Don't fuck with me!'

That gives out the same yelp and once again causes the crowd to coo and aww.

I am more than satisfied with my species, I'm a fucking dragon for crying out loud! This is better than anything I could have hoped for, it is so awesome that I forgive God for tricking me into this world. What could have been better than an apex predator, and one of noble birth at that?!

Judging by the clothes of the people present and the fact that there is an active monarchy, I throw out all delusions of me being reborn on Earth. This world seems to still be in medieval times, the nobles are all wearing colorful robes and other fancy clothes that no peasant should be able to afford.

Even the room is spectacularly decorated, there are sculptures of the heads of golden dragons mounted on the walls all over the place, it seems like this Kingdom has a hard on for dragons...perfect for me if I dare to say. There are several marble pillars supporting the ceiling 30 meters above us.

Painted on said ceiling is a mural of dragons killing large amounts of humans, the largest of the creatures has a black crown seated on his large black, scaly head. I guess that means that dragons are royalty? Makes sense considering I am a dragon and my parents are the king and queen.

Speaking of those two, they are cuddling me like mad as I try to protest with my high pitched roar, it doesn't help at all. My father addresses the people gathered in that strange language from before and they begin to disperse. Soon after, it is only the three alone in the room.

Judging by the size of myself compared to that of my parents, I seem to be the size of your average adult house cat only covered with scales and in a dragon form. It's a pretty decent size for a newborn, i'll take it.

I flick out my tongue unconsciously and I catch a glimpse of it for this first time, it is incredibly long and red, I probe my face just to get an idea of how long it is and I can reach all the way to my eyes on the front of my head.

Sending my very flexible tongue back inside my mouth and I discover that I have no teeth, only fleshy gums. I suppose expecting razor sharp teeth right from birth was asking too much, eh? I don't really mind, it's not like I will really need them as a prince.

Being a prince will take some getting used to though, I don't want to be some snob but I also do not want to seem weak. I'll have to Goldilocks it when I figure out how to finally be human.

There will certainly be a way though considering my mom and dad are in a human form right now, there will be a lot of studying once I figure out the language of this country.

My mother and father are talking back and forth in a way that sounds angry enough to be German, but fluent like Spanish or Italian, it definitely isn't something from earth though.

All that complicated stuff will come later though, my entire body is demanding rest after the great escape, I am thoroughly gassed. This tiny cat body of mine is very weak at the moment, so I will give in to my own demands and fall asleep.

Nuzzling up against my mother I let out a slight coo~ that makes her laugh lovingly, I will play the cute and unknowing baby when around them for now. I don't plan on being an idiot though, in fact I would rather be portrayed as some genius but day 1 is too soon to start.

My eyelids finally get too heavy to hold open, and I let the darkness wash over me again.

(Thats it for chapter one! So how do you like the MC's appearance? I thought it was pretty cute, especially since i put in the toothless part. Let me know what you think needs improving on and such, believe me when i say it will help tremendously later on. Anyways, thanks for reading!)

(PR= Scientia Pyre)