As Edge slept, he found something he thought that was lost to him a long time ago. He didn't simply find his memories as his mind raced in the realm of inner space. He didn't find his truest desires or true love, or any resolve in the war that was about to take place. Peeling back the layers of important things in his heart, Edge embraced Path- but even the white dragon was not the core of his existence. He did love Path, but he only just met the dragon no longer than a full year ago, and it wasn't true love at first sight, as he experienced with Sleipnir. No, as edge dove to the very bottom of his soul, he found the one thing he had been looking for all his life. Edge found himself. 

Only the king of the hydra could possibly understand all the images that were occurring. In the beginning, Edge was born on his island. It was a gift from mother earth- Gaea. Representing the many dragons on the earth were the countless, colorful rocks. While together they crated an island, slowly the tides pulled away the ones that had little ties to the others, until none were left. It proved that while dragons were strong alone, they could all still be decimated. 

After he washed onto the mainland, Edge was discovered by the Umbra, the dragons of shadows and the night. With his ebony hair, he fit right in with the dark dragons. Within the draconic community, Edge was regarded as their savior. By the time he had met with the dragons, they were already split into clans, with their shared government of Elders, with one representative per clan. There was an old prophecy, known far and wide by every dragon in existence. When a boy with purple eyes comes from the sea, dragon-kind will be cleansed of all their sins, and they will once again reign. Most thought this was just a story, the ramblings of an old oracle. How their faces lit up in shock as they all met Edge. The mysterious Umbra were now hosts to thousands of dragons who wanted to meet their savior. And one by one, Edge cleaned their souls, polished them until they sparkled like silver. 

Essentially, Edge was a link between the dragons and their gods- the earth and the sky. He cleaned their sins by apologizing to Gaea and Oranous on their behalf, taking the blame himself. By acting as the sponge, he was bound to get dirty. Eventually, he met Regnum. The fire dragon was working to surpass his Elder and become one himself. That was everything he dreamed of. 

As he woke with a start, Edge felt something wrong. Narrowing his eyes as he embraced Sleipnir with more intensity. He noted Path was gone, but that wasn't what he was worried about. Or, rather, concerned about. It was his comrades, who had just about enough of his nonsense. Even when all the others called him a traitor, a monster, and a killer, the hydra had stuck by him of their own choice. They were always there for him, even Beelzebub. Edge clicked his tongue as he sat up and scooped his two sons onto his lap and made sure they were safe. 

Edge owed it to the hydra to fight alongside them. "You can come out. I won't be hostile." Edge said after a little while. He could feel all seven of them... all around him, there were ready to take him home.