It has everything you were hoping for

You slowly come to awareness once again, feeling yourself seemingly buried. You are in a pitch black, and you feel something all around you. You slowly become aware that you are submerged in sand, though the fact it is not getting into your joints already fills you with a joy you cannot describe.

You move around, trying to find a way out of the burial you have been **** into. You perform a movement comparable to swimming, though it is not super effective. After failing to go up, you simply try to go in the direction that was originally forward.

To your surprise, your fingers find the edge of the sand in this direction, seemingly the edge of whatever dune or such you are stuck in. You manage to work your way forward in the pile of sand, eventually managing to get your hand out.

Leveraging your hand pressing it against the edge of the sand, you manage to ever so slowly make progress forward. You get your arm out, slowly moving forward until something grasps it and pulls you out of the sand.

You fall forward onto a solid ground, your body making movements akin to throwing up to void itself of sand. As you slowly feel less filled, you realize you still don't have your vision returned. You move your hands to your eyes, fearing the worst when you simply meet what feels to be skin.

It takes you an embarrassing amount of time to figure out how to open your eyes for the first time. After you do, you blink a few times, staring down at the world around you in a new light. Having physical eyes seems to have brought new definition to everything, like changing it from the same quality as a dream to something much more real.

Looking down, your new eyes begin to tear as you see your hands. A faded layer of scales covers them, gaunt and tight on your bones, but there. Moving your vision to your arms, you have loose wrappings covering you like clothing, making you look like a half-finished mummy.

As you begin to sob with joy you hear something else that causes you to freeze. You take a second before trying something, "Test, 1 2 3 4 5." Your eyes widen as you speak for the first time in your entire existence, throwing your arms in the air in celebration.

You fall backwards on to your back as you hold yourself in a hug and laugh giddily. "YES! YES, I CAN SPEAK! OH GODS I CAN SPEAK!" You take your time to mentally thank every last god you can think of, not taking chances on what seems to have been a moment of great mercy.

Looking up, you see that your savior from the sand was Sahara, who is now looking at you with a confused expression. "Is... Is that you Netherus?" She raises her eyebrow and crouches down to be looking down at you from above.

You have one more chuckle before calming yourself down, "Ah, yes. It is I, in the... FLESH!" You burst out laughing at your admittingly horrible pun, rolling around on the floor with your eyes **** close due to your wheezing fit.

When you open your eyes, you are distressed to find her demeanor has not changed. The situation is made worse as she speaks, "Yeah... I didn't understand any of that. Was that like you trying to talk for the first time or?"

You face drops as what she says sinks in. "Wait what? No, I am speaking in full sentences-" It hits you then. You are speaking, but not in common. Your eyes go wide in horror as you try it again, "Test, No. Test? No... Come on, 1 2 3, Sphynx of Black Quartz, Judge my vow. NO! DAMN YOU ALL YOU FOUL GODS!" You writhe on the floor, enraged by the gods once more toying with you.

You knew exactly what you were saying, of course. However, the worst part was that you are speaking a language that has not been spoken in the entire time you have unlived. It is the same language used on the runes for Sahara's collar, and the only thing it has been used for in at least half a century, if not far longer, is just that, written runes.

Looking back to Sahara, she is staring at you with a somewhat amused expression. "Seems like the communication barrier has not been breached, huh?" You roll around on the ground in anguish before lifting yourself up, pointing between your mouth and her collar. It takes a few goes though before she can put it together. "Wait, you are saying you're speaking the language of these runes?" She lifts her collar a bit to inspect it as she speaks.

You give a nod as you answer, "Yes, and it would seem I am incapable of speaking in any other language. You can't even understand me much more than before. Ughhhhhhhh." With a few new ways of expressing yourself thanks to your new face, you can properly demonstrate your anger in body expression.

It seems she is able to tell your frustrations, as she gets down and hugs you unexpectedly. "Hey, it's alright. This is a huge step, and also super cool. I don't think I have heard of any other monsters or adventurers or anything that can speak a rune language."

You think over what she said. Of course, she isn't fully correct, as runic draconic was spoken by a few key figures in the second event, such as Drevgan the dark knight. However, it is a slight comfort to know you at least got something fascinating out of this.

As she hugs you, you take in your new senses. She had a slight fragrance to her that you could not previously tell, though you can't compare it to anything due to your lack of previous smells. You can feel her whole body pressing into you thanks to your more complete form, skin and all by the look of it.

As you take in her in your new definition, you feel a foreign sensation. It was comparable to your previous sense of arousal, but there was more to it. You could feel something pushing into your wrappings down below, growing.

Your eyes grow wide in realization. You decide you will take this as repayment enough for your speech impediment, making the gods have an ever so slight favor from you. Your mind races with new possibilities as you think about just what you can do with your new body.

The future had never been so bright.