My Search For N
memories are from way back when I was about just
Much of the memories I have that are still shrouded in haze as are my times with her, but our love was quite strong, and I have a few scraps to go by about my time with her from as early as the hatchling ones I already said. It sort of blurs, there is mostly time spent together - the whole spectrum of loving each other, and times spent enjoying life. After that comes the typical stereotype - I was given my cave, which I can remember in every detail... right down to the hole in the roof that I used to watch the stars at night. At any rate, parts after that point are best described as an easy life - it was the last time I was truly happy. Happiness is having everything you need, having your true love in sight and always with you, and not having a single problem in the world and is a very good thing.
No problems until one night - more like early morning, before the sun came up - a friend called me out of a dead sleep to come see something. What I was brought to see I still have trouble describing in words - and something quite potent in my own past life regression.
I saw a dragon lying
dead, one that I knew, at the crossroads of the
The remainder of memories before the end of this... war? - are mostly ghosts and phantoms that I pick up on at times. Most are quite painful, and some are of close friends dying in battle. Although I'm no damned hero, this is who I am. When I returned, after all was said and done, her old cave stood empty. She was simply... gone. I lived perhaps one, two years after that point, until one day by the sea, I watched the waves roll by, and laying down my head, praying to find her, it all ended.
I plan to
keep my word to her, to find her again, no matter how muc