MIDAS
Midas had very few memories from the time before his dragon awakened on the day of his 24th birthday many many years ago.
It wasn’t like they weren’t there or that they had disappeared.
They were just locked up in that box where old memories and painful memories go to wither and hide.
Blanketed under a fog of forgetfulness and eclipsed by the event that had made him immortal Ryder and marked him heir to the dragon throne.
But as he rode towards the dark forest, struggling to keep his rage and his dragon under control one of those forgotten memories slipped through the cracks and snuck to the front of his mind.
One minute he’s riding his horse, galloping towards the forest at an unearthly speed and the next, the memory expands, filling his mind, blocking out the other sounds.
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