Peter
It felt strange not knowing who I was. I tried to remember something from before my time in the woods, but all I got were glimpses of daylight here and there while standing beside a pretty woman smiling at me. I wished I could remember her name or who she was to me.
“Peter?” someone called to me as they knocked on the door. I wasn’t sure if Peter was my name, but it was the first one that came to mind. “It's Freyja. Can I come in?”
“Yes,” I said and sat up from the bed. “Good afternoon, Freyja.”
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
Freyja was a young dragon, barely twenty years old. The doctor said she was the protector of dragons or something like that. She seemed nice enough, but she was so young, how can she protect all of dragon kind?
“Better than before,”
