Dragonborn

PROLOGUE

Dad always said to be careful what I wish for.

I didn't even wish for it, per se, only mentioned it on a whim after watching a clip of House of the Dragon that my coworker showed me.

It would've been nice to ride an actual dragon, I said and my coworker and I shared a laugh as we went on our separate way home. He, on his Prius, and I on my BMW R nineT.

Only I didn't get home that night because some idiot hit me. One moment I was driving and then bam! Instant darkness. I'm just glad I hadn't felt it, that I fainted on impact.

When I woke up, I expected to find myself in a hospital but instead, I find myself in the arms of a man I don't know inside a dark place with only a torch as our source of light. He is crooning an unfamiliar song and despite my current predicament, I find myself enjoying his voice.

Also, since when did I fit in the arm of a man? Now that I noticed it, everything is so much bigger than before. Did I shrink? Man, I do hope not. My height was the only thing I got from Dad aside from his temper.

The clinking of chains caught my attention, halting my impending freakout. I squirmed (why the fuck is it hard to move?) and squinted my eyes (what the hell happened to my 20/10 vision?) in the darkness.

There was a growl and then there was a dragon. Breathing a steady stream of fire.

I'll be honest with you, guys. I peed myself. It was a fucking huge dragon head, okay? I can only imagine how big it is based on its head. Anyone would probably shit themselves if they were in my shoes, so cut me some slack.

The man shushed me and I would like nothing more than to poke his eyes out if I'm not currently freaking out. My violent intent towards this man was halted when the dragon's head moved closer to me.

I froze, thinking that was gonna be dragon chow in the next few seconds. Imagine my surprise when it gently nudged me with its massive snout, like it was some dog seeking affection.

"Incredible. My niece, the youngest dragon rider." What? "Here, touch him." Wait. Back up a sec, señor. Niece? I don't have an uncle. Both of my parents were an only child.

But I can't voice it out because as soon as he manoeuvred my arms and laid my hands on the scaly but pleasantly warm hide, I saw my hand.

Small and pudgy with no semblance of coordination whatsoever.

I screamed, only it wasn't a scream that came out of my mouth, but a wail of an infant. That stunned me more than the dragon into silence.

What the fuck?

I'm a baby?