Most people when they write a fim fiction claim they stayed a human, or become a pony. Me, well that is a different story entirely. I died. Now the most anti-climactic way for me to die; I just got ran over. nothing special, just run over. I knew I should be dead, how did I keep my sense of self.
Just then, I heard a voice, "Come on my child, you can do it" Said the voice, what did it mean. To experiment I tried pushing against the darkness. I met resistance. I pushed harder, then I heard a crack. I decided to give one final push, then came blinding light. I heard cries of joy that I apparently broke from my egg. "Welcome to the family" said voice from behind me, I turned and saw a griffon girl, a few years older than me. She had grey feathers, with silver eyes. "Can I name my little brother, huh mom?"
While they talked I decided to think about my situation, 'So I find my self a griffin hatchling, how did this happen. Well I guess I could be in worse situations, but I don't even know where I am.' I thought to my self. How wrong I was in that thought.