Kuyasimituti’s POV
I have no idea how long I’ve been in here, but it’s been long enough that I have very few memories of my place of birth, or my mother. If you call hatching out of an egg being born. Apparently some don’t.
But apparently I was hatched from an egg. My mother, the daughter of a farmer just outside of Kyoto Japan had told me so. And she kept me well hidden, because she was unmarried and no one knew about me. Or the dragon she had fallen in love with. The one who had left her after he had filled her belly with me.
She told me his name was Tokotobaopokimi. The eternal great lord in the ancient language. She told me this on the same morning I learned she had sold me.
“I am sorry, Kuyasimituti,” my mother told me formally on that fateful morning. She used no te
