Rhydian
Wren and Opal.
The legends themselves, sitting opposite them was strange because I did remember them. I remembered helping them from their destroyed house. I remembered stories about them, how great they were and how selfless their sacrifice had been but at the same time, I didn’t.
It was like I was in some kind of waking dream. Flicking in and out of reality. and it was giving me a headache. Luckily the nausea had passed but my head was still pounding. An unrelenting throb behind my eyes.
“Don’t fight it, Rhydian Llewellyn.” The man called Wren said or was its dragon called Wren. Even if I couldn’t feel it inside of him anymore, that’s what he was. a dragon. Once black and now Gold.
God it was all so confusing. But how could I do anything but fight it. it was like I had e
