A year has finally passed and it's my first birthday. My parents were watching over me more than ever before, as they were expecting me to take my first steps anytime soon. They thought I was a genius because I said my first words after 6 months, I had been practising to speak before I had gone to sleep every day and had learnt fairly quickly. For some reason, I had good control over my mouth and speech but nothing else.
My first words were spoken to my father when he was changing my diaper. He had just taken off my dirty diaper to change it when I decided to get a little bit of revenge. As my father was changing my diaper getting ready to put a new one on, I let out my golden yellow stream as hard as I could and landed it perfectly on his face. I started to laugh, and my fathers face turned red, I got carried away and spoke the words "idiot" to him. All of a sudden his face went from red to tears of joy, he held me up in the air and shouted.
"Ray, you're a genius I knew you where special"
I had the chance to get him again as his mouth was now wide open, but I decided against it since the praise made me happy.
I had been trying to practice to walk but just couldn't seem to control my feet. My sense of balance always felt off, I much preferred crawling around on the floor anyway, what was the need to learn to walk? It was more difficult for me than learning to use my hands, which I still wasn't great at anyway. I could see that my parents were getting disappointed that I still hadn't learnt to walk. For some reason, I felt like I needed to please them and show them I really was a genius. I will continue to practice at night.
I found out that this world is indeed the same world that I lived in. It happened when my mother was reading me a bedtime story, the story was about a red dragon who would come and punish the kids who did bad things, and it turns out his name was Sen. If you didn't guess the story was about me. I was quite proud that I had become famous and even used as a way to scare children, but it seemed like these stories where just fairy tales to them, How much time had passed since my passing and my new life? It seemed like only minutes had passed between me being a dragon and becoming a human. In my time everyone feared and knew of the great red dragon Sen, but now to have become a bedtime story. It was something that I would have to look into when I got older.
As a birthday gift, my father had bought me a sword. My mother scolded him later for it, what was he thinking of, getting a one-year-old a sword, I can't even hold a fork properly yet nevermind a sword. My father intention was he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps, I found out that my parents' jobs are what you would call adventures. My father was a swordsman and my mother was a mage. The profession itself seemed to be highly respected and my parents were the only two in the town. It also explained why everyone in town treated them so well.
While there were few adventures in the world mages were even rarer. I hadn't seen anyone else cast magic before and had only seen my mother cast it at home a few times when she got angry at Dad. I wonder if one day I could be a Mage, this would make my revenge a lot easier.
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