Waking up—alone, cold, afraid—Monster remembered nothing but his name. The bitter sting of the cold biting at his skin even as Monster buried himself in the nest he’d woken in. The hatchling had no memory of his parents or even siblings- if he had any. He could remember being given a name, it had been whispered to him long before he’d gained sight, a soft and gentle voice had uttered it to him countless times.
Sticks crackled beneath heavy feet, footsteps growing clos...
