He haunts my dreams every night, but I don't even know his name…I don't have any memories before I was twelve, can't remember anything about who I was or where I'm from.As a kid I thought I had wings and could fly, and I believed it so much I jumped off a building and nearly died.There's a scar over my heart, like something was torn out of me, and every night, I dream about him. Coal-black hair and eyes that match. Sometimes he has wings, but they aren't like the blue-feathered ones I thought I had, but black and leathery. Sometimes in my dreams he isn't a man at all, but a dragon like one from legend.I've drawn his face a thousand times, but I never thought he was real. Then he shows up one day and his name slams into me: Benedict. And when he acts like we're old friends, talking about taking me back to some place called Elysium...I know I've either finally lost it, or that childhood I can't remember is a lot stranger than I ever could have predicted.But if there's any chance those wings I thought I had are real, I'll do anything to get them back. And no matter how much logic might tell me it makes no sense, my heart tells me I'll follow Benedict anywhere. That I always have.
