Amnesia

Amnesia was the product of Retrograde's writing and me attempting to obtain the dragon my username is based on which honestly I failed. Retrograde wished to personify her retrograde amnesia, and value her late husband, so she wrote up several drafts to 'Amnesia'. Eventually one night, she was tired of trying to find the perfect form for the creature, so she fell asleep. The scroll she was writing in became empowered by her hidden markings and came to life.

But this scroll had falty magic in play. It was unfinished, and if Retrograde wished, it could be erased in a heart beat or rewritten from the first word. So Amnesia was an ever changing mass of only three constants: It was primarily pink, large, and caused widespread Amnesia in her presence. Amnesia did not wish this upon everyone though, and would usually try to help them remember only to realise the only cure was to go away. So she did, but this now left all dragons that had seen her to vividly remember everything she had did, despite this act of leaving which should have left nothing for them to remember.

So now Amnesia wanderers Sorneith, hoping that someday, something or someone could help her with his unstable magic that radiates from her body.

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One day Amnesia had come across a clan hidden in the Wispwillow Grove. The clan of Night Flowers. Many dragons had noticed, and many also forgot her very existence. A few wanted to invite them into the clan. A few wanted to question where she came from. All of them forgot what they wanted when they approached her. All except one. A young imperial healer, Charybdis, and walked up to her without experiencing anything. He would come and talk to her daily. Talk about his worries, his fears, his problems, and anything else he could think of. He soon grew to adore this walking spell and would visit her everyday. One of these days, he had not taken his potions for weeks. He was angry and on edge. He walked over and curled himself up and laid on Amnesia's large paw, he let out a puff of hot air and started messing with her talons.
"Nobody understands me here, Amnesia. It's like nobody wants me to remember what happened! I don't know who the voices are! I don't know why I was in Light territory! I don't know anything!"
He took a break and looked at her, angry tears in his eyes.
"I just want to know why nobody likes me! You like me and you aren't even from this clan! Why won't they like me?"
His voice got quieter and quieter as he drifted to sleep, tears still streaming down his face. A female skydancer wrapped in Sage apparel came to get him soon. She had been watching him all this time.
"I apologize for his outburst, but I felt as if he needed someone to talk to and someone new. I hope you return, if you ever leave that is..."
She grabbed Charybdis gently and bundled him up in her forelegs.
"Thank you," she nodded and walked over to her den and laid Charybdis down to rest some more. Amnesia left, days after this incident. Most always forgot her wherever or whenever they met her. Most, except apparently two. A young imperial healer, and his caretaker.