The Dawn of Dragons (FanFic)

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== Disclamer ==
As I am writing this I have not read The Dangerous Gift. I am acting on information from the first 13 books. This was inspired by a post on the WoF wiki forums, but I can not remember who made it.
== Prologue ==
The dragon project was very controversial, that’s why almost no-one was allowed to know of its existence. Dr. Walter North thought that it was a great idea, then again it had been his idea to begin with. Many of his colleagues had warned him about the potential dangers of playing god with genetics, but Dr. North didn’t care, this was his life’s work, his greatest ambition, and he had gotten the funding for it. For so long he had been working with equipment salvaged from dumpsters, most of it partially broken, and definitely not completely safe. Now he had a top of the line facility, with assistants to help him with whatever he needed. He was working for the government now, helping to create their ultimate weapon, something that could fly, breathe fire, and had intelligence nearing that of a human. They wanted dragons, and Dr. North was happy to help.
He was in the room they called “The Nest”, huge glass tubes were lined up against each wall, each one was filled with a greenish goo, and each one containing an embryo in various stages of development. He passed the youngest ones, which were barely the size of a cat, with no scales or claws yet, or even wings. He was looking for the oldest, his favorite, Tiamat, he called her, his greatest creation, the first dragon. He had designed every piece of her, from her claws to her wings. He had written genetic code. Watched her grow from a single cell, and now she was almost ready. In a few days she would be taken out of her tube, and placed in a specially designed enclosure, where she would grow even more, into a magnificent dragon, the first of her kind.
The tube was 8 feet tall, illuminated by overhead lights. Tiamat was curled inside, her tail touching her nose, and her wings wrapped around her sides. She took up most of the tube, her tail bumping the walls when she sometimes flicked it in her sleep. Her eyes were closed, she was so peaceful. Then she moved. She jerked violently, stretching her wings as far as they would go until they hit the glass. She swung her head and hit the wall, making a small crack in the glass. Dr. North called for his assistants, who were checking one one of the other pods. Fear made his stomach drop, something was wrong with Tiamat. She slammed her head into the glass again, widening the crack. As the assistants ran over he just stood there, watching as Tiamat knocked a piece out of the tube and onto the floor, then he realized.
“She’s hatching,” he said, reverently. “She’s hatching without our help.”
“What do you want us to do?” One of the assistants asked.
“Don’t do anything, let her get herself out.” He thought for a minute. “And stand back, get away from the egg.”
Tiamat hit the glass one more time and it shattered. Glass and goo flew everywhere. Tiamat landed on the floor with a loud thump, and Dr. North ran forward to see if she was hurt. She was stirring slowly, getting to her talons, and extending her wings. She was the size of a large dog, and her wings stretched five feet from tip to tip. Her scales were teal, with a darker stripe along her back and a lighter underbelly. Her horns were still small and dull, and a row of spikes ran down her back to her tail. She was exactly how Dr. North had designed her. He knelt down, and she looked up at him, her eyes a brilliant blue-green. She lifted her head, and put it in his lap, sighing contentedly.
Dr. North realized something, he couldn’t control Tiamat. He had designed her, yes, but he couldn’t control her. She did things her own way, and he loved her even more now.
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