Fractured Memories
Ezra's mind tore open.
Not like pain.
Not like breaking.
Like—too many things at once.
Memories that weren't his.
Places he'd never been.
Voices he'd never heard.
Flashes of a world before this one.
And at the center of it all—
A throne.
Not the broken one from before.
A different throne.
One he had once sat upon.
Ezra gasped, stumbling back. His body burned, every nerve screaming in protest.
The masked figure watched.
Unmoving.
Waiting.
Ezra clutched his head, his breathing ragged. "What—what the hell was that?!"
His other self finally spoke.
"A reminder."
Ezra's hands trembled. His heart slammed against his ribs.
The memories were already slipping away.
Like sand through his fingers.
But one thing remained.
A name.
Not his name.
But one he knew belonged to him, somehow.
A name that shouldn't exist.
A name that the world had forgotten.
And yet—
The masked figure spoke it.
"Welcome back… Sovereign."
The sky shattered.
And everything collapsed.