Time did not yet exist. Present, past, future were concepts that held no meaning; there was simply Is.

Consciousness first awoke slowly, gradually, in the perpetual now and became more aware as senses were crafted. The voices had ever whispered, but before there had been no mind to comprehend - now, voices had meaning. To her, they told of birth; The first creation of scales on Krynn...

    Takhisis - Mother and Queen - and Paladine, God-siblings and consort both, conceived between them five wyrm-children through the aid of the Wyrms who dwelled within the mists of the Astral. In this, they were blessed of the Sire, but born of the Mother, and gifted by the Astral. Takhisis - Mother and Queen - sensed through maternal instinct and divine intuition that Her Children would be made weaker than their destiny were it that they remained to birth as they were now.

    And the voices hissed still, of the betrayer, the Father of the Metallics...

    Beloved as we are of Takhisis - Mother and Queen - refused to allow this, and she took us from the Sire who would. By this act, the Chromatics were made the First, and we were saved by the Mother. Paladine turned from Takhisis - Mother and Queen - not understanding the wisdom of the Mother, though acknowledging it. He was, however, unaccepting of the Chromatics, fearing their thrice-blessed souls and their new-found cunning. First to break the bond of mates, the once-Sire, but never Father, took a lesser as consort in place of Takhisis - Mother and Queen - and sought to create a new, lesser five
of wyrm-children.

    Between Paladine, a lesser of the Mother, and a lesser of the once-Sire, the Metallics were crafted - second to the Chromatics, and not favored as Her Children. They were of a lesser mother, and thus inferior; however, Takhisis - Mother and Queen - was not as ignorant and foolish as the once-Sire, offered to accept the Metallics and bless them as Her Own. Though the Metallics rebuked the gracious offer, it remains yet to any of the lesser Children who wish to accept it. Their insult to the Mother is not forgotten by either Her, or us, however.

    (More stuff here...I'm workin' on it, damnit)

    The womb flexed for not the first time. But this time was different; it split, pushed, drawing the eggs that had cramped her so - stunting her physical growth, leeching nutrients that were rightfully her own. Eyes that were finally completely formed watched, felt, the fluids being drawn to outside of birth. Another flex; Urging. Powerful. Irresistible. Not yet hardened, but ready-sharp body dragged slivers of torn viscera and blood, and shrieking rumble of pride vibrated around her, shuddering her free.

    Her birthed body shocked from the comparatively freezing temperature of her first touch with air as she fell past crimson ventral scales. Colliding with and slipping atop air-dried eggs, talons scraping chalky shell-dust as her womb and fluid-slicked scales coiled roughly against the ground. Intense, comfortable heat saturated the ground upon which she coiled, evaporating the fluids from her nostrils and throat as it was coughed from her lungs, clearing the way for air to take the place of oxygenating.

    First to be be born, first to hear the Queen, first to become aware, first to touch the fire.
    First to hunger...

    For the first time, there was no constantly source of food. Rage and lust manifested, fueling the instinct of survival, competition in the form of wrath. She turned upon the egg nearest, fang and talon setting upon the hardened, leathery shell; piercing, tearing. Yolk spilt and was ravenously consumed, but did not sate the burn of emotion. Ripping the egg asunder, she found flesh and blood, and exacted her subconscious revenge at the same time she created one less whelp to be fed. Though barely sated, exhaustion from the furious outburst bade her to sleep, though it yet remained, searing.

    Instinct and whispers guided her to cull the least of them.

     Weakness is death.

The clutch of six others was reduced to three before her ember eyes blinked membranous lids, then solid ones, and closed. Odds made more favorable for all them, now; her three remaining siblings would be that much stronger and fed, helping to ensure that there would be no frailty within the brood.

     Her Will Be Done.