Keiser had always believed the past he carried was real.
It was one thing to remember your past while under someone else' head, but it was another to realize that those memories weren't true to begin with.
Keiser had believed the dragon in his mind had been rescued from poachers. That the one thing he had done right, out of all the blood and ruin, was that small act of mercy.
But now, under the lingering haze of someone else's mind, that memory felt wrong.
Different from what he is now just remembered.
'The dragon had been just a hatchling, had it?'
In his memories, he'd handed the dragon over to Gideon after saving it from the poachers. That was the false truth, he had given it to Gideon, but what he remembered was wrong.
In his mind, the dragon had already been grown, the same size as when he'd passed it on. But in reality, it had been a hatchling when they met.
He was the one who'd brought it to the capital, the one who sealed its fate.
