Leviathan

"Leviathan."
That was what his cell was labeled, so it must be his name.
Was it ever anything else?
He doesn't know.
All that he knows is that this body isn't his.
Of course, Leviathan has been a banescale as long as he can remember.
It's just that he can't remember anything since he was four.
What he remembers is bright lights and machines.
Dials and chains.
"It's not a born banescale, but it should give us an idea of their power," discussed dragons in coats.
...well, he sure did, because the lab didn't exist for very long.
Leviathan was out.
He didn't know who he was, or what he was, or where he was.
But he did know how to fly.
And to this day he wanders, unsure where he belongs.
But he's sure he'll know.