Morax was never the type to love.

Except until he found you, a dragon under his nation, living in the depths of the ground under the Chasm.

You were just a weaker type dragon, and had no recollection of your memories. You lost your life after thousands of years of being locked underground.

Now, Morax was sitting with you under an old tree, he was spinning his meteorite around in his fingers and creating little rocks that were shaped in the shape of mini dragons for you. Some shaped in flowers, one was a spear.

He figured he would find a way to regain your memory, because you had a human form but couldn’t remember how to transform back into it. For now, you were just a dragon laying around the tree. Large enough to wrap your tail around the large tree multiple times.

Morax then spoke

“Friend, have you yet to remember the tiniest detail?” He set down a little geo figurine of a human. “Perhaps this could help?”