My earliest memory is August. My first night in sanctum was a terrible one. All I knew was that if I left, I would be killed on sight, and if I stayed, I was alone.
I remember after we got there I was so emotionally wound up I just cried. My mom and dad couldn’t comfort me. They were already gone.
The first chance I got I ran through the doors of my temporary holding room and into a closet. The closet had an air duct at the top, so I flew up and stayed in the dark cramped space.
Then there he was. My night in leather, but of course he hadn’t got his trademark jacket yet.
“Are you okay?” I shook my head no. I saw the tear streaks on his own face and moved aside to make room for him.
“August.” We then went into discussions about how we got here.
That was the night of the prophecy. The night Fury gasped out the words that would change the Drages futures forever...
You didn’t think I was going to tell you right now did you?
Haha, got you.
We have to lead up to that first.