Maybe not the first time you tried to tell a story, but perhaps the first time that the muse / writer state gripped you. I use the term pre-pupative simply because of the butterfly metaphor. Some are gripped by wanting to be a writer, go through an embarrassing stage, then start buckling down and really try to be good. My first story involved a super-sue. There was a mash-up world where all of my ideas for species lived, and there might have been some human-descended abominations that were brought there by a highly-advanced race of scientific lizards. There were two different ideas of dragons, methane-blimps and more muscular examples, in addition to gargoyle-like dragonkin. There were a mostly catlike-people who had a few wolf-like attributes. They were quadrupeds with opposable thumbs. (I'm thinking that the scientific lizards and the primitive gargoyles were the same species, just some broke away and learned, while the rest were stuck in a medievil state.) The main character was a self-insert from when my ego was all-powerful. Probably the only true human of the whole story. If I tried to fix the idea today, it would resemble Avatar the Last Airbender vs Final Fantasy X. The role of the savior of the world is passed down, and retains the memories and skills of the previous chosen. The chosen would draw the attention of the ultimate evil, and so the peoples of that world would shun the chosen for fear of suffering the evil. That's why an outsider was brought. The greatest thing I remember is the fatal sword duels, and how the sue would only win because death was preferable to having to take her place. My Sue didn't even win. One of the dragons that considered her a mother inherited the power and beat the bad. She was a sideline lending strength.