Arthur found his mind flooded with countless memories of times long before he'd lost his memories. Numerous images flashed before him, like a long tape of events convoluted and twisted around him like a mesh of noodles.
Placing the time of each memory was next to impossible… but the prince retained a vague sense of when it was that events had happened.
Memories of soaring through the skies in his powerful brilliant white form. Memories of flying with a golden-coloured phoenix, his brother by his side.
He remembered the steaming sound and moist feeling of the misty clouds against his flaming feathers, the friendly aerial battles he had with his brother when they flew high above the clouds.
At the time, they were only allowed to fly above the clouds or close to the ground, all within the Phoenix Barrier.
One couldn't be too careful…