Before Hatching.

For the most part of my life I saw nothing but the darkness of the inside of my egg shell. I could feel every movement I ever made. But to the outside world; I was oblivious. The first ever real threat I knew was when I felt my egg being lifted up. I had no idea where I was going or who was holding my egg.

I swayed from side to side as the person holding my egg began to run. My egg was placed downwards, I had no idea what was going on; my nose bumped against the inside of my egg. It really hurt. I tried to get some sleep but all the bumping and jostling really hurt, as almost every part of my body bashed against the inside of my egg. I had lived inside this egg for ages undisturbed and now this had come about.

I had never met any of my parents. The only two things I had ever seen was the inside of my egg and my eyelids as I slept. How much time had passed? How many years/ months/ weeks/ days had I slept? I was always and had always been inside this world of obliviousness; the world between consciousness and sleep. Unaware to everything and everyone. The first thing I had ever really felt that wasn't to do with myself moving around it came from the outside but I felt the power deep inside me. Whoever or whatever was on the outside of this shell, they were kin. Then all of a sudden the clearest noise from outside this tear drop shaped dome came clearly into my ear as though the person who spoke it was stood right next to me inside my egg.

"Aithusa." the voice spoke. I became fully awake now. I felt as though I had been filled with a golden light. I hit my foot with as much strength as I had in my little body, against the shell. A cracking sound echoed through the shell and crack appeared on it. I could see a sliver of the moon through the crack. I hit the shell with my talons again and the crack grew bigger and wider. I flexed my wings which pushed against the cracked shards of the shells. I poked my head through the shell. I pushed even more with my wings and talons. Eventually I broke through the entire egg. I stretched my wings wide and looked at my surroundings. An older dragon stood before me, on my other side a young boy. The power I had felt earlier had obviously come from these two beings in front of me. I could feel it even now but much stronger now that I had come out of my egg.

I heard the old dragon speak. He said: "A white dragon is indeed a rare thing and fitting. For in the dragon tongue you named him after the light of the sun. No dragon birth is without meaning. Sometimes the meaning is hard to see, but this time I think it is clear. A white dragon bodes well for Albion, for you and Arthur and the land that you will build together." The boy grinned, tears of happiness in his eyes. I didn't know what Albion was or who this boy and Arthur were...... or even who the dragon before me was. But I didn't care. I was just happy to be able to see the world after all these years. The boy looked back at me. I sat on my haunches and stretched my wings out fully. I tilted my head to the side and opened my blue eyes wide. I chirped happily. After a while, the boy went back to the place where I assumed he lived.