TOMB OF MEMORIES
His hands left the paper, though it remained floating in the air in front of him, and he began to write on it as if it had been pressed to a hard surface. Upon finishing, he stowed the writing utensil in a pocket on his shirt and grabbed the paper from the air. He turned it towards her and pointed towards the lettering before pointing back at himself - the letters were familiar, tugging at memories that were buried in the past. She noticed the last word was spelled “wyrm,” though still pronounced the way she had imagined it. He pointed to the words as he repeated what he had said earlier, then pointed back to himself as the realization dawned on her. It was his name. “King…ston Wyrm,” she repeated the words back to him, and his ever-present smile grew brighter and more excited.
