Travas' POV
I remember it like it was yesterday even though it was eight hundred years ago. Such a long time has passed since then, but the memories will never leave. The memories of the day when the seven of us caused the Darkest Day in Armensia. On that day, the entire world was enveloped in a darkness so dark that it stole the colour from everything that was. It was on that day that we decided to let go of everything that made us Armensian and embraced power.
Atlas had taken a trip to the northern mountains that day and lay asleep in a cave that had come to be known as sacred ground. Everything that this beast did was blindly worshipped by the people of Armensia and it sickened me. The magic he gave off was the same as that of everything else, but still, he was worshipped. I wanted to surpass him and now I had what I needed. Using magic close to the dragon was a mistake I was not going to make.
