The Last Hatchling

The fifth born can't help but shake his head at the three. Glad that he was spared from becoming born together with them. He signaled for them to follow and they did.

Finally, the five Thagda's surrounded the Dash who is currently hiding under the impregnable Sand Shell. With a loud voice, the fifth born starting expressing their plan. Speaking in a language that the water elemental can understand.

Deep beneath the fortified Sand Shell, Dash is currently hiding in his shell with fear and anxiety drawn on his beady eyes. With blue blood tricking down on his face, he remained motionless as he focused his concentration on maintaining his defense even though the attacks had stopped a few minutes later ago.

Judging from the vibrations, the five Thagdas are not far from his location. It seems that they are just distancing themselves biding for time, probably waiting for him to go out of his hiding and use that opportunity to strike him quickly.

"Unfortunately, for them, I am not that dumb! You can wait if you want and just wait until hugon kid comes. You will be running toasted with your lizard tails in between your legs!" Dash smugly smiled in anticipation.

But despite the incredible defense his Sand Shell had made, the reckless slamming of the Thagdas had taken their toll on him for a while now. With the forceful impact and piercing shots slowly reaching his body before he could repair the shield, an accumulation of internal damage had made their way on him.

While he remained unmoving, the agonizing feeling he was feeling all over his body reminded him of his time before. His mind could not help but recollect his memories when he was just a hatchling.

Back when he was still a young turtle in the human realm...

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It was a hot summer day the sun soared high on the blue sky at a certain beach in the middle of an island. The breeze was that of perfect summer with a tinge of ocean smell and swaying coconut trees stood proudly at the background.

SHHHHHH~

SHHHHHHHH~

The sound of the cascading waves can be heard from the background as a certain spot in the fine white sand started moving on its own.

A few moments later, a cute little green sea turtle hatchling crawled out of the sand. With its crescent beady eyes, small fore and hind flippers protruding out of the edgy little shells covering its back.

Slowly, it crawled its way out from being buried with its little effort. Without looking back, it flapped its way towards the ocean like a programmed robot. Letting the ocean devour it with stumbling gladness.

A few seconds later, another little green sea turtle made its way out of the sand. And then another, and another and another one made it out. It was a feast of small little green dots on pristine white sand making its way towards the clear turquoise ocean.

It didn't take long for them all to come out and just like before, they arrogantly flapped their way towards the ocean and left in a stumbling manner inside the waves.

The little turtles are now on their way to their journey. On what fate has in store for them, only the world knows.

They all had finally made it out from their tiny eggs, or so we thought.

Another day later, the sand started moving albeit with a small splash this time. With great effort, a significantly smaller green sea turtle had finally made it out of the heavy sand. The smallest of them all so far. It was because of its malnourished body that it was not able to quickly made it out of its shell.

Unlike his other green sea turtle brothers and sisters, this little turtle is one of a kind. Not because it excels, but because he was always the last one. Not even traces of his siblings can be found. Their shells are long gone, and he was there, alone and hungry.

The sheer weight of the sand against its small body also made it almost impossible for the little turtle to surface. But the little turtle knew he is not meant to stay buried forever.

He is still alive. He knew it, and the heavy sand covering his entire view, seemingly telling him that there is no hope, is not enough to make it give up its life without fighting.

With its small body and gigantic determination, it finally made it out. Although a whole day late, but still; our little turtle made it. Its small black beady eyes looked at the sun as it reflected brightly and then faced the ocean as he is meant to.

The wide ocean is finally in his view. An adventure is about to begin.

The little beak made a little curve, revealing a cute little smile. And just like that, he made its way towards the waves with sheer excitement and gladness.

WOOF WOOF!

"Bruno! Wait!~"

Suddenly, quick thudding can be heard not far from the little turtle. From the reflection of his eyes, an image of a human and a dog came to him.

It was a brown little boy about seven years old, was chasing after his dog that came rushing; just right before the little turtle could finally go into the ocean. His brown eyes and dark brown hair was a good uniform to his dark brown body. It was from being overexposed from the sun and ocean.

"Wow! A turtle! Bruno look!"

WOOF! WOOF!

Instinctively, the dog sniffed at the shell of the little turtle, barely two inches long.

"Don't eat it, Bruno!" The little boy quickly grabbed the little turtle before the dog could do anything further.