Jack (Part One)

He was very uncomfortable. There was very little wiggle room, he found. Now that he was aware of it, he realized it had been this way for some time now. Newly conscious of his surroundings, he slowly blinked his eyes to get rid of the film. How he knew this would work, he didn’t know. But once most of the film was gone, he looked around.

All he could see was white. This confused him. It was a dark, creamy white. Perhaps it seemed dark because the light was coming from outside. Outside. There was an outside? Yes. Yes, this whiteness was an actual object. This object was surrounding him, constricting him. This object was the reason for his discomfort.

Out. Could he get out? And what would be waiting for him? He reached out his nose to press it against the surface of the white thing. It was hard and warm. Very warm. It felt nice. He closed his eyes and felt his mouth curve slightly upwards. The warmth felt very good against his scales. But his tail twitched impatiently, reminding him of the constraints. He pushed his nose harder against the white.

There was a noise under his nose. It was very quiet, but very definite... a sort of crackling, maybe. It felt promising. He raised a paw and scratched at the spot the noise came from. More of the same noise filled his ears. Louder, quicker. A rush of something good went through his body. Excitement.

Then suddenly there was light. He stopped scratching and blinked furiously as the light bombarded his sensitive eyes. After giving himself a moment to adjust, he peered through the crack in the creamy white. There were colors out there. There were sounds out there. There were smells out there. More excitement rushed through him and he pulled up another paw to claw at the opening. Soon his nose was helping; pushing through, sniffing wildly at all the new smells.

It was then that it happened. The white pressing down on him broke completely, and something warm and soft covered his scales. He made a pleased sort of chirp and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of fresh forest air. Something rumbled beside him, and he quickly opened his eyes again, glancing around for the source. Before he could find it, something large pressed against the top of his head. Something large... warm... and scaly, just like him.... He looked up to see a deep purple mouth pressed down on his head. Somehow he knew who this was. This was Mom.

This is the first part of a longer short story that I've written. It is basically a prequel to the fantasy novel trilogy that I'm working on: The Gisola Trilogy. Our hero here is my favorite character from the trilogy and he has an interesting beginning. The next few days updates will be the continuation of his story.