the past
Dragon fought a war once, in a land that no longer exists. And when the war was over, and his side had lost, he was branded and sent into the world with the mark of a traitor. He found himself a mercenary, a man with no prospects save what the sword at his side could offer him. Until he found the tower, and the knight whom held a mage within it.

the present
He crawled from an unmarked grave in an unknown time and place. Nothing but a sword and a handful of coins to his name, and the memory of a desperate cry, hands – but not his own – scrabbling at his neck, his heart slowing, slowing, slowing. Gone.


What if this storm ends
and leaves us nothing
except a memory
a distant echo

What if this storm ends
and I don't see you
as you are now
ever again