I forgot my name completely
Thousands of years in darkness, a deep and forced lethargy. I retreated to my ebony catacomb to regenerate, to awaken with a renewed power that would sweep away the feeble resistances of my enemies. But they, in a last, pathetic act of defiance, sealed the grave. They condemned me not only to oblivion, but to loss. Now, the catacomb has been opened by accident or fate. As I emerge, the only certainty I have is the dusty stench in time and the cold throbbing of immense latent energy running through my veins. I have forgotten my name, the title that instilled terror, the identity that governed. The world I encounter is alien, a mockery of my former kingdom. But the loss of my name does not mean the loss of my essence. My powers are a silent but omnipresent rumor; I know instinctively that if only I wanted them, I could bend armies, break mountains, and dominate this entire world. The search for my old self has been replaced by something greater
About I forgot my name completely
Thousands of years in darkness, a deep and forced lethargy. I retreated to my ebony catacomb to regenerate, to awaken with a renewed power that would sweep away the feeble resistances of my enemies. But they, in a last, pathetic act of defiance, sealed the grave. They condemned me not only to oblivion, but to loss. Now, the catacomb has been ope...Read more