Ever since Jericho arrived to Amity, he had been growing at a fairly rapid rate. When he came, he stood at just three feet tall, and now he was a little over four foot. It was a strange thing for a Christmas elf to be doing. They weren't supposed to grow like this as far as he knew. But... that was that thing Riley had told him before too.

He used to be a dragon.

It was a completely ridiculous notion! It was kind of fun to think about though. Being able to fly, and being all big and strong. It was a nice thought. But despite what the mindflayer had said, he just didn't believe in it. The memories of his past life just.. weren't really there right now. Every so often, he would feel something strange. Something that kind of resonated with him. Maybe that had something to do with all of this, but he still didn't put a whole lot of stock into it. The little elf didn't want to shoot down Riley's hopes and dreams, so he didn't speak of it all too often.

But one night, as he slipped into his evening slumber, something happened.

The room was dark around him, and it didn't seem like there was anything within the area. With a sense of uncertainty, Jericho walked forth, searching for something other than the blackness that surrounded him completely. It took some time, but he eventually came upon an intricate full standing mirror that stood solely in this vast expanse of space. He felt himself drawn to it. Perhaps it was because it was the only thing around here, or maybe it was something else completely.

Once he had approached and peered into the mirror, though, he was surprised at what he saw. He should have seen another elf, one that looked just like himself. This was not the case. No. Instead, his reflection stood, twice his size, if not more. It had a pair of great red wings, black scaled arms and claws, and a pair of golden horns. The only thing that resembled the two was the fact that they had the same shade of red hair, and golden eyes... even if the figure in the mirror had black sclera instead.

Both figures on either side of the mirror looked surprised at their own 'reflections'. Jericho didn't understand why he was seeing this man. And the other didn't get why he was seeing a little elf half his size.

"Aren't you a little short to be the real me?" the dragon snorted with a hint of skepticism. The figure he saw from the black pillar was... not this.. to say in the least.

"The real you? Uh. I think you have the wrong elf, buddy. There's no way you can be me," the elf retorted. How could this reflection really be him? This... was a dragon he was staring at. The words Riley had told him some time ago echoed in the back of his mind. The story of how he was originally a dragon, but had been lost for some time. It couldn't have truth in it could it?

"No. I'm at the right place. I can't say I'm too happy about this though. No wonder the mindflayer spoke the way she did," the dragon grumbled. If this was the true Jericho, it was little wonder that the illithid seemed distressed. Someone she cared about greatly was turned into some little pipsqueak. And as he suspected, the words she uttered to him, that she missed him, were spoken more to the figure before. She had to be referring to the way he originally was.

The elf looked up, a little surprised. And a little confused. How did this dragon know Riley and how did he speak to her?

"You know Riley? Who are you? "

"So that's her name? Yes. I do. I'm Jericho. I'm your reflection. A shard of you who's from a world far from yours. I have to tell you though, you have a very good friend in her, and I can tell she cares about you a lot. I think seeing you like this is painful for her though," the dragon mused while thinking about it.

The elf drooped down at this. No. He didn't want to hurt Riley. Riley was good to him.

"I can't help it though! I woke up like this! I don't know anything about who I was. This is who I am right now."

A lost memory.

The dragon thought about this for a few moments. Despite the elf technically being the true Jericho, he couldn't help but feel that they were both fragments of the same being more or less. In a metaphorical sense in the very least. He rubbed the back of his neck, then paused. Soon a smile crept upon his lips.

"Maybe I can help you with that. I know nothing about the life you lived before... but maybe I can at least help you get an idea of the type of dragon you were. I... doubt the life I lived is anything like the one you once had. Who knows though?"

The elf peered up at the taller figure. He still didn't really understand much of any of this. And so he stood there quietly, unsure what to say or do. He didn't need to do anything though. The Dragon was already stepping on through the mirror.

"Believe me. This will be the best for both of us. I get to continue to exist in a way, and well.. maybe you'll be able to help your good friend out a bit. This is a pretty good deal I think."