Sun Mote Copse I crave star damage

It was nice, comfortable and warm and the little phoenix-to-be was in no hurry to hatch from the egg (do not get any ideas, figurative speech). There was a moment, when the space he inhabited suddenly grew tight, and then another, where he felt someone push him to the side and press him tightly against the walls, but then it was gone and all was peaceful again. The boy yawned and continued his slumber, having not the slightest inclination to do anything else for the rest of his existence.

Few hours after the unrest in his surroundings he hiccupped. And it must have been a hiccup with a capital "H", because his world turned into hell that instant. Birth is no easy feat for a newborn and you can easily imagine (unless you remember your birth perfectly well) that being pushed and choked, and squished and pulled and whatnot through a labyrinth of no end is hardly pleasant. However, this was by far not the worst he was about to experience.

Unlike his sister, who had dived head-first in life, he had not wished to go anywhere and showed his attitude by coming in this world butt-first. And as if the god himself wanted to make a point and an early lesson for the newborn - about half-way through the force of nature that had pushed him all the way here stopped entirely. And he was left hanging with his rear end outside - cold and uncomfortable, and his head and forepaws still within the tunnel he had been travelling.