8 Hatching

We can see at the bottom of the cave that the egg was slowly breaking. Finally, the egg broke and came out a small rocky white snake.

We will now spend the rest of the story with Bagir's pov except for some chapters where he will not appear. I will now write in the first person to make the story more realistic and enjoyable.

I had just come out of my egg and the first thing I saw was three huge monsters, I could see two huge snakes and what looked like a bear.

I could deduce from the body I possessed that the two snakes in front of me were my parents, but I had no idea how my parents and this bear were connected.

I walked up to them and started talking "Seriez-vous mes parents ?" (For all the people who don't speak french it mean: Are you, my parents ?)

But after I had finished talking, they looked at me as if they were trying to understand my words.

I called Jormi

Jormi is the soul fragment that Jormungandr left me to help me in my adventure, indeed this fragment has access to the majority of Jormungandr's memories that will be able to help me to identify certain monsters and thus give me their weakness and strength. While I was still in the egg I asked him if there was anything else he could do but he said he could only give me information and could not help me during combat.

"Jormi, I need your help with something."

Suddenly a little snake appeared in my mind.

"How can I help you?"

"I wanted to communicate with my parents but they didn't understand a word of what I said."

"Geez, I forgot to pass on the language of Urdu."

I was a little annoyed by what Jormi had just done because he had only forgotten to pass it to me to see in this situation.

How can the fragment of a million years beast be so childish?

"Enough playing can you pass it on to me."

"There's no point in me passing it on to you because you already have it, you just haven't noticed it."

I questioned him "But where?"

Like if it was normal he tells me "In your blood, you have my Bloodline, so you should have access to this simple information."

"How can I access the source of my bloodline?"

"Nothing simpler, you just need to imagine a planet and you will find your heritage there."

I did what he told me and before I appeared what seemed to be a pebble.

"Here's your planet. Put your head closer and you can absorb the information inside."

Jormi disappeared and left me alone in front of this little rock.

So I stuck my head together and a flood of information came into my mind at breakneck speed. After a few seconds, I was able to digest all the information I had just received. I now spoke the Trall, which was the common language of the world, but what was most important was that I came to know what was the rock.

The little rock was like Jormi had just explained to me a planet, a tiny planet. The latter was a reflection of the power of our race. Indeed, the bigger she gets, the stronger I'll get and have access to powers. Even if the Jormungandr was called the World eater, every destruction hides a creation except that the creation is not outside but inside our bodies.

Well, I think that now that I can communicate I can get to know my parents. I was standing in front of them but we had kept the same distance, they hadn't moved since the first words I said. So I have to take the first step one more time.

So I tell my first world in Trall "Are you my parents?"

This time it seemed they understood me.

The smallest snake rushed towards me and tried to curl me with his tail. As a reflex, I tried to run away while struggling.

Snar laughed his head off at his son's behavior.

Snar began to smile "Looks like he had inherited my warrior spirit and sees you as a threat."

"My child will never be like you, I just scared him. Didn't I, darling ?"

As the couple struggled over who their child had taken the most from,

Vroul had pulled himself out of the cave because the vision of this family fighting for the sake of their child hurt his heart. Indeed he too had parents arguing about his future or just about him but it was never friendly discussions.

Vroul look at the sky and said "Do I belong here because I feel like I'm making a stain. I had to change myself and my thoughts just to please my father, but has he ever congratulated me? No never. . . "

While Vroul was lost in his thought Bagir tried to calm his parents.

I finally managed to get out of that Salmacis-like embrace.

Author search on the Internet Salmacis and Hermaphrodite if you want to understand the true meaning. If you're a little lazy ask me in the comments or here and I'll explain this metaphor to you.

"I am both your child, so why to fight over which one of you I prefer, it's a silly question because I love you both so much."

"I'm fine with it."

"I disagree, I refuse to be put on the same level as that scatterbrained."

"Come to think of it, I too disagree I don't want to be with the know-it-all lady."

And now the hostilities had just resumed, I didn't know what to do because I had spent my past life without my parents. So I opted for a rather simple solution which was to wait because with a little waiting everything can be solved.

"You've calmed down."

They said the same thing at the same time "Yes!!"

Prill also said "But I still think you should carry me more in your heart."

Snar looks at her and said "And why is that?"

"Because I laid him."

I had a feeling they were going to fight again so I was going to continue the conversation but how could they get together if they get along so badly.

"That's not the most important thing, the most important thing is that I was born and healthy. Do you have anything to explain to me, like the fact that I have Jormungandr's Bloodline?"

"So you have it, that's terrible."

I didn't understand, I had the chance to become a being as powerful as a mythological monster how that could be negative.

"Why it's not good to have this type of blood."

"Yes, but with this inheritance comes a lot of danger. I'll let your mother explain everything to you because I don't know much about mythological monsters."

Prill was happy to be with her son so she began to explain everything to him"Several hundred thousand years ago, Urdu was populated by all kinds of fantastic monsters, but there was a small problem. These monsters were so powerful that nature had taken away their ability to have offspring."

"But how come we are the descendants of Jormungandr?"

"I'll explain this to you tomorrow because it's getting late and you need to sleep if you want to grow."

"You're right, it can wait until tomorrow."

So our three snakes lay down in the center of the cellar. In the center was Bagir and around him were his parents.

"Tomorrow will be my first real day in this world."