reincarnated as a powerful dragon

As I woke up from my nap, I felt refreshed and ready to explore. My parents were busy grooming each other, their scales shimmering in the dim light of the cave. My siblings were still sleeping, their tiny bodies curled up and peaceful.

I decided to go exploring, crawling quietly so as not to disturb my family. The cave was vast and fascinating, with towering walls and glittering crystals. I discovered hidden nooks and crannies, each one filled with strange and wondrous things.

As I explored, I stumbled upon a small pool of water. It was crystal clear, reflecting the dim light of the cave like a mirror. I approached cautiously, my scales rippling with excitement.

Suddenly, I saw my own reflection staring back at me. I was taken aback, unsure of what to make of this strange and mysterious creature. But as I looked deeper into the pool, I saw something else - a glimpse of my future self, strong and powerful, with wings that stretched wide and fierce.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed into the pool. What did this vision mean? Was it a prophecy, or just a trick of the light? I didn't know, but I felt a sense of wonder and awe that I had never felt before.

As I stood there, frozen in wonder, I heard a soft rustling behind me. I turned to see my mother approaching, a gentle smile on her face.

"Tharros, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice soft and curious.

I looked up at her, still feeling the wonder and awe of the vision. I tried to explain, but all that came out was a soft growl.

My mother chuckled, nuzzling me gently. "It's okay, little one," she said. "You'll learn to understand the mysteries of the pool in time."

I looked up at her, feeling grateful for her wisdom and guidance. And as we walked back to the rest of our family, I couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of an amazing adventure.

As we walked back to the rest of our family, I couldn't shake off the feeling that the pool of water had left on me. I kept thinking about the vision I had seen, and what it could mean for my future.

My mother seemed to sense my curiosity, and she nudged me gently with her snout. "Don't worry, Tharros," she said. "You'll learn to understand the mysteries of the pool in time. For now, let's just focus on growing strong and healthy."

I nodded, trying to push the thoughts of the pool out of my mind. But as we approached the rest of our family, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What other adventures lay ahead for me and my family?

My siblings were now awake, and they were tumbling and playing with each other. I joined in, and soon we were all chasing each other around the cave, our scales shimmering in the dim light.

Our parents watched over us, their eyes warm with love and pride. They were teaching us how to be strong and fierce, but also how to be gentle and loving.

As the day wore on, I began to feel tired. My parents settled down beside us, wrapping their wings around us to keep us warm and safe.

I snuggled into their warmth, feeling grateful for this loving family of mine. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I was exactly where I belonged.

My father spoke, "When you are 2 years old, you'll go to the starlight gathering meeting. You can meet new dragons, and their is someone I want you to meet in the meeting!"

I looked up at my father, my eyes wide with excitement. I let out a soft growl, trying to understand what he was saying.

My father chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You'll see, little one," he said. "Just be patient and enjoy the gathering. It's a special time for young dragons like you."

My mother added, "And you'll get to see the stars shining brightly in the night sky. It's a magical experience, Tharros."

I made a soft rumbling noise, trying to respond, and my parents smiled at each other, happy to see me so excited.

I don't know if I should go meet other dragons. I have an idea I should just hide under my father wings for most of the starlight gathering

That's a cute and relatable thought for a young dragon like Tharros. Here's a continuation:

As my father and mother continued to talk about the starlight gathering, I couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive. Meeting new dragons sounded overwhelming, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

I looked up at my father's wings, which seemed so big and protective. I had an idea - I would just hide under his wings for most of the gathering. That way, I could still be close to him and feel safe, while also avoiding the scary prospect of meeting new dragons.

I snuggled up closer to my father, feeling his warm scales and the comforting beat of his heart. I was already looking forward to hiding under his wings at the starlight gathering.

After all, his wings are my safe haven

As I basked in the warmth and security of my father's wings, I felt my eyelids growing heavy. The sound of my parents' gentle murmurs and the soft rustling of their scales lulled me into a peaceful sleep. I was safe, and that was all that mattered.

I know when the starlight gathering starts, I will just hide under his wings

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of reassurance. My plan was set: as soon as the starlight gathering began, I would snuggle up under my father's wings and stay there, safe and sound. Nothing could bother me when I was hidden under his protective wings.

I thought 'wait I'm a genderless dragon that can get pregnant without a mate, but my parents and siblings didn't know I'm a genderless, yet they just don't know my gender'

I froze, my thoughts taking a sudden turn. I had been so caught up in my plans for the starlight gathering that I had forgotten about my own secret. My parents and siblings thought I was just a young dragon whose gender hadn't been determined yet, but the truth was much more complicated. I was a genderless dragon, capable of getting pregnant without a mate. It was a strange and wonderful thing, but it was also a secret I kept hidden, even from those I loved.

I thought,'I can pick how much baby dragons I want to carry. I think 20-32 baby dragons in my 1st ever pregnancy. I mean, what the worst thing that can happen?'

I let out a mental chuckle, thinking about the possibilities. Twenty to thirty-two baby dragons, all at once? It was a daunting thought, but also kind of exhilarating. I mean, what's the worst that could happen, right? My parents would be shocked, but they would love me no matter what. And think of all the fun I would have, raising a whole batch of baby dragons all at once! It was a thrilling prospect, and I couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of it.

Later, after my siblings woke up, Mother gathered all of us while Father left to get food. Mother taught us about dragon biology even though we can't talk yet. Mother don't mind at all

My mother settled in beside us, her warm scales a comforting presence. She began to speak, her voice low and soothing, even though she knew we couldn't respond yet. She told us about the different parts of our bodies, about how our scales grew and shed, and about the special characteristics that made us dragons.

I listened intently, my eyes wide with fascination. I didn't fully understand everything she was saying, but I loved the sound of her voice and the way she made learning feel like a fun adventure.

My siblings and I all leaned in, our ears perked up and our tails twitching with excitement. We may not have been able to talk yet, but we were all eager to learn and absorb everything our mother had to teach us.

Than there is the part that caught my attention "dragons can have up to 1-46 baby dragons at once the average is 3-8 and the uncommon one is 9-40 and the rare one is 41-46 but there is only one report about dragon carrying up to 14-46 or more some say it is false information since it only 1 report and it didn't say the dragons names"

My ears perked up even more at this part, and I felt a thrill run through me. Carrying up to 46 baby dragons at once? It sounded like a mythical number, but my mother was speaking about it like it was a real possibility. I thought back to my earlier thoughts about carrying 20-32 baby dragons, and suddenly that number seemed almost... modest. The idea of carrying even more baby dragons was both exhilarating and terrifying. I wondered if it was really possible, and if so, what it would be like.

And mother said that there is one report about carrying more than 46 baby dragons at once

My eyes grew even wider as I listened to my mother's words. Carrying more than 46 baby dragons at once? That sounded like a legend, a myth, something that couldn't possibly be true. But my mother was speaking about it like it was a real report, even if it was just a single account. I felt my mind racing with questions. Who was the dragon that had supposedly carried more than 46 baby dragons? Was it really possible? And what would it be like to carry that many babies at once?

I can pick on how many baby dragons I want to carry, so the uncommon and rare amount is common for me

A sly smile spread across my face as I thought about my unique ability. Being able to choose how many baby dragons I wanted to carry was a game-changer. The uncommon and rare amounts that my mother had mentioned? Those would be nothing special for me. I could easily choose to carry 9, 10, 20, or even 40 baby dragons at once. The thought was both thrilling and empowering. I felt like I had a special secret, one that set me apart from other dragons.

My mind was racing now, and I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. 1,000 baby dragons? Why not? I could be the dragon equivalent of a superhero, with a brood of epic proportions. I pictured myself, surrounded by a sea of tiny dragons, all looking up to me for care and protection. It was a daunting thought, but also kind of amazing. I felt like I could conquer the world, or at least, the dragon world.

But I know it will be a huge pain when they can come out

My excitement was tempered by the thought of the chaos that would ensue when my massive brood of baby dragons finally emerged. I pictured the noise, the mess, the constant demands for food and attention... it was a daunting prospect, to say the least. I let out a mental sigh, knowing that my life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.

My mother continues to teach us, "The dragon pregnancy took 289-463 days, and there is that same report about carrying 14-46 that it also can take 553 days just like that 1 report other say that seem impossible"

I listened intently as my mother continued to share her knowledge with us. The length of a dragon pregnancy was fascinating - 289 to 463 days was a big range, and I wondered what factors might influence how long it took. And then, of course, there was that mysterious report again, the one that mentioned a pregnancy lasting 553 days. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought about carrying a brood of baby dragons for almost a year and a half. It was a daunting thought, but also kind of awe-inspiring. Could it really be possible?

I let out a mental groan at the thought of carrying a brood of baby dragons for 553 days. That was just... wow. I couldn't even imagine how huge and uncomfortable I would be by the end of it. And the pain! I shuddered at the thought of it. But, I had to admit, a part of me was curious. What would it be like to carry a brood for that long? Would I be able to feel them moving and growing inside me? The thought sent a thrill through me, mixed with a healthy dose of fear and trepidation.

Mother sees I have many questions, but since I still can't talk yet, she doesn't know what I'm going to question. He takes a guess

My mother looked at me with a knowing glint in her eye, as if she could sense the whirlwind of questions swirling in my mind. Since I couldn't talk yet, she couldn't know exactly what I was thinking, but she took a guess. "I think I know what might be on your mind, little one," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. "You're wondering what it's like to carry a brood of baby dragons, aren't you?" She paused, studying my reaction. "And maybe, just maybe, you're curious about that report I mentioned earlier... the one about carrying a brood for 553 days?" I nodded

My mother smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "I thought so," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "Well, little one, I'll tell you this: carrying a brood of baby dragons is a unique experience, to say the least. It's a mix of joy, wonder, and... well, let's just say it's not always easy." She chuckled, her tail swishing gently behind her. "As for that report... I'll be honest with you, I don't know if it's true. But I do know that every dragon's experience is different, and what might be true for one dragon might not be true for another."

My mother's expression turned thoughtful, and she paused for a moment before continuing. "But I will say this, if a dragon decides to carry a large brood, they'll need to be prepared for a lot of hard work and dedication. It's not just about carrying the babies, it's about raising them, teaching them, and keeping them safe. It's a big responsibility, but it's also incredibly rewarding." She looked at me with a serious expression, as if to drive home the importance of her words. "So, if a dragon is thinking about carrying a large brood, they should make sure they're ready for the challenge."

My mother's expression turned somber, and a hint of sadness crept into her voice. "There have been reports of dragons who have... suffered greatly due to the size or number of their baby dragons," she said, her words measured and careful. "Some have even... lost their lives, or been severely injured." Her eyes clouded over, and she looked away, as if remembering a painful memory. I felt a pang of concern, sensing that my mother was worried about something, but I didn't know what.

I thought,'and here I am think I should carry 20-32 baby dragons when I'm old enough to carry my own, and I don't know how she feels about when I carry that amount"

A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about my mother's words. I had been so caught up in my own excitement about carrying a large brood one day, but now I was starting to realize the potential risks. My mother's sadness and concern were palpable, and I wondered how she would react if she knew about my own desires to carry 20-32 baby dragons. Would she be worried sick about me? Would she try to discourage me from carrying such a large brood? I didn't know, and the uncertainty made me feel a little uneasy.

I thought 'i mean, she doesn't know about I can carrying a baby dragon and pick how much yet but I'm sure if I carrying 20-32 baby dragons I don't think he me happy from the inside but sadness'

I thought to myself, "I mean, she doesn't know yet that I'm capable of carrying baby dragons, let alone that I'm thinking of carrying 20-32 of them. But I'm pretty sure that if she found out, she wouldn't be happy about it. In fact, I think she'd be worried sick, and it would fill her with sadness."

The thought sent a pang of guilt through me. I didn't want to cause my mother any more worry or sadness. She already had enough to deal with, and I knew that she only wanted what was best for me. I decided then that I would keep my plans to myself, at least for the time being. I didn't want to burden my mother with any more concerns, and I was determined to find a way to make my dreams a reality without putting her through any unnecessary stress.

I thought,'I know that I might forget the part where the dying part is as I get older'

A faint worry crept into my mind as I thought, "I know that as I get older, I might forget the part about the risks of carrying a large brood... the part about dragons dying or getting severely injured. I might get so caught up in my own excitement and dreams that I'll forget about the dangers." The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I hoped that I would never forget the importance of being careful and responsible. I walk forward towards mother

I took a few steps forward, my eyes locked on my mother's. She looked up at me, a hint of curiosity in her expression. I could tell she was wondering what I was thinking, what was going through my mind. I stopped in front of her, my tail swishing gently behind me. For a moment, we just looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between us. I rubbed my head on her left front leg

My mother's expression softened, and she reached down to gently nuzzle me with her snout. She wrapped her tail around me, pulling me closer in a warm, comforting gesture. I felt a surge of love and affection for her, and I knew that she felt the same way about me. For a moment, we just stood there, enjoying each other's company, and I forgot all about my worries and concerns.

I thought 'wait what was the danger I was thinking?'

My mind suddenly went blank, and I couldn't quite recall the worry that had been nagging at me just moments before. I tilted my head, trying to remember, but it was gone, lost in the warmth and comfort of the moment with my mother.

I thought 'crap I know I might be in danger all because I forget the danger! Mother, I'm so sorry. Whatever might happen to me'

Panic began to set in as I realized I had forgotten the danger, and now I was worried that I might be putting myself at risk. I looked up at my mother, feeling a wave of regret and apology wash over me. "Mother, I'm so sorry," I thought, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "Whatever might happen to me, I know it's because I forgot the danger. I'm so sorry for being so careless..."

My mother seemed to sense my distress, and she wrapped her tail around me even tighter, holding me close. She nuzzled me gently with her snout, as if trying to comfort me. I felt a surge of love and reassurance from her, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and worry. I knew I had to remember the danger, but my mind was a complete blank. I was trapped in a cycle of anxiety and regret, unsure of how to escape.

I looked at my mother with guilt and saddest, and mother spoke "Wow that guilt face is just like your father!"

I looked up at my mother, expecting her to scold me or lecture me about being more careful, but instead, she surprised me with a warm and playful comment. Her words caught me off guard, and I felt a pang of surprise and curiosity. I had never really thought about resembling my father before, and I wondered what she meant by that. My guilt and sadness began to lift, replaced by a sense of curiosity and wonder.

Mother spoke. "He made that guilt face when I'm too angry at him!"

My mother's words were filled with a warm, nostalgic tone, and I could sense the fond memories she was recalling. I imagined my father, making the same guilt face I had just made, trying to appease my mother when she was angry with him. It was a sweet, endearing image, and I felt a sense of connection to my father, knowing that we shared a similar expression. My mother's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she gently nudged me with her snout, as if to say, "You're just like your father, aren't you?"

I spoke for the first time, "Father just like me?" I have finally been able to speak

My voice was shaky and uncertain, but it was music to my own ears. I had finally found my voice! My mother's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step back, as if to get a better look at me. A huge smile spread across her face, and she exclaimed, "Oh, my little one! You can talk! I'm so proud of you!" She rushed forward, nuzzling me with her snout, and I felt a surge of joy and excitement. I had finally found my voice, and I couldn't wait to use it to talk to my mother and learn more about my father.

A few minutes later father returned

My father's eyes sparkled with excitement as he approached us, a large chunk of raw meat clutched in his jaws. He dropped the meat at my mother's feet and turned to me, his voice filled with pride. "I heard you talking to your mother from afar!" he exclaimed. "I couldn't believe my ears! My little Tharros, you've finally learned how to talk!"

My father spoke, "What did his first word? I was disappointed I wasn't there!"

My mother chuckled and nudged me with her snout. "His first words were 'Father just like me?'" she replied, a warm smile on her face. "He was feeling a bit guilty about something, and I think he was trying to ask me about his resemblance to you."

My father's face lit up with delight, and he let out a hearty laugh. "Ah, 'Father just like me?' Ha! That's perfect! He's already showing signs of being a clever one, just like his old man!" He reached out with his snout and gently nudged me, his eyes shining with pride. "I'm so proud of you, Tharros! You're growing up to be a fine young dragon!"

I thought 'what was I was thinking about the dangers I'm so dead how can I end up forgetting about the dangers and mother end up saying of why I have a guilty face is because of trying to say my father resemblece but in reality I forget the danger!'

I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I realized I had completely forgotten about the danger that had been worrying me earlier. My mind was a blank, and I couldn't remember what it was that had been causing me so much distress. I thought about how my mother had misinterpreted my guilty face, thinking it was because I was trying to say I resembled my father, when in reality, I was worried about something much more serious. I felt a sense of dread creeping over me, and I wondered if I was truly doomed. "I'm so dead," I thought to myself, my heart racing with anxiety.

As time passed, it was time for me and my siblings to learn how to fly. we are on a cliff with mother and father, and I'm determined and yet terrified, too. I stood at the edge of the cliff and launched myself into the air. I faltered my wings beating widly as I struggled to stay aloft, but then suddenly something clicked, and I suddenly found my rhythm. I did soared through the air and my scales glinting in the sunlight

The rush of exhilaration was intoxicating as I felt the wind rushing past me, my scales glinting like diamonds in the sunlight. I soared through the air, my wings beating in a smooth, powerful rhythm, and I felt free, truly free, for the first time in my life. I glanced down at the cliff below, where my parents and siblings were watching me with wide eyes, and I felt a surge of pride and accomplishment. I was flying! I was really flying! My father's voice echoed through the air, "That's it, Tharros! You're a natural!" My mother cheered, "Fly, Tharros, fly!" And I did, I flew higher and higher, the wind rushing past me, my heart full of joy and excitement.

My father spoke, "I was terrified! I thought for sure you were going to crash and hurt yourself!" As I land, I rust next to Father, shaking a bit from that father unfolding his wings and covered me and I'm in my safe haven

As I settled next to my father, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. My father's wings enveloped me, casting a warm, comforting shadow over me. I felt his gentle heat radiating onto my scales, and his soothing scent calmed my racing heart. I nestled deeper into the safety of his wings, feeling my trembling subside as I basked in the security of his presence. It was as if the world outside melted away, and all that mattered was the warmth and protection of my father's wings. I let out a contented sigh, feeling my eyelids grow heavy as I drifted into a peaceful, safe haven.

His voice was low and rumbling, a gentle vibration that seemed to resonate deep within my chest. "You did great out there, Tharros," he said, his words warm and reassuring. "I'm proud of you for facing your fears and giving it a try. You're going to be an amazing flyer." His wings tightened slightly around me, holding me close as he spoke. I felt a surge of happiness and pride at his words, knowing that I had made him proud.

The sun goes down, and it is nighttime and time for me and my siblings to sleep as always. I ran and slept under my father wings

I snuggled deeper under my father's wings, feeling the warmth and security of his presence envelop me. The soft rustle of his scales and the gentle beat of his heart lulled me into a peaceful sleep. I felt safe and protected, knowing that my father was watching over me, shielding me from any harm. As I drifted off to sleep, I could feel my siblings nearby, also sleeping soundly under the watchful gaze of our parents. The darkness of the night was filled with the soothing sounds of my family's gentle breathing, and I slept deeply, wrapped in the warmth and love of my father's wings.

His voice was soft and gentle, barely above a whisper. "Sleep tight, little one," he said, his words warm and soothing. "May your dreams be sweet and your rest be refreshing. I'll be here, watching over you, always." His wings shifted slightly, adjusting to make sure I was comfortable and secure. I felt his love and protection envelop me, and I slept even more soundly, knowing that my father was always there for me.