He slipped into the area silently, in truth he wasn't sure why he was here, did someone with no past have a right to come to an event dedicated to praying and mourning for the lost? He had no lost loved ones he could remember, yet here he was, amnesia or not he had felt a need to come here.
He stepped to the bonfire, closing his eye he let the heat of the flames flow over him, the good thing about having multiple elements was that he was comfortable in pretty much any temperature.
He turned as he picked up movement from the corner of his eye, he could see something large and red moving deeper into the forest, he didn't know what it was, but something, some strong urge made him walk into the forest and follow it.
He moved through the trees, the large red shape little more than a blur ahead, the red shape stopped, and it's shape and form began clear, take on finer detail, Theron's eyes widened as the shape became a large red dragon.
The dragon looked down at him, and though some would say Theron should be terrified, he wasn't, he felt calm and safe around the mysterious dragon. He stepped forward, continuing to look up at the dragon spirit, "who are you?" he asked, he didn't know this dragon but felt as if he should.
The spirit remained silent, he just continued to look kindly down at him, Theron began to shake with anger, anger at himself and his inability to remember who he was, "I SHOULD KNOW YOU!." he fell to his knees his frustration hitting him hard, "please," he said in a half whisper, "tell me who you are."
The red dragon lowered head to the ground, his calm green eyes looking at Theron, and then the spirit spoke, "You're not alone, you'll never be alone again," Theron looked into the spirit's green eyes, eyes so like his own, and the young dragon felt something he didn't remember ever feeling, a sense of belonging, a sense of family.
And then, the spirit was gone taking that feeling with him and Theron was left alone again, no answers just more questions.