Near the center of the island stood a single, solitary mountain, straining up into the sky, as if aspiring to touch the heavens. Within its depths had once resided one of the great Dwarven cities- massive constructs built over hundreds of years. Like every other Dwarven city, it had been very mysteriously emptied, so sudden that one day it was normal, and the next day, devoid of all life. The mountain was bordered on the east by a lake, which in turn, had rivers running the short ways into the sea.
A dragon now resided within the largest chamber of the dwarven cave, several great holes struck in the side of the cavern to the exterior of the mountain, providing light during the day, and a circulation of air. Through one of these airvents was also a road- the largest, and one of the few that really entered the city proper. It was through this opening that the dragon would come in and out- all other entrances were either too small, and too high up to effectively grab and climb through. And it was through this tunnel that the dragon was now stomping through, tail dragging across the ground, too heavy to keep it up, due to the dragon's weariness and lack of energy.
EmFell emerged from his cave, wings loosely folded against his back, tail sweeping behind him, marking a polished, well-smoothed spot where the dragon had dragged his tail every other day for hundreds of years. The Great Black, finally reaching the sunlight again, climbed atop a large rock outside the dwarven tunnel's mouth, laying himself upon it and letting the sun clean his scales. It felt better than any water- somehow the warmth just seemed to reach in and knock loose any rock that's stuck between his weakening scale. He stretched luxuriously after some hours of sunning himself, the sun now fully retaking its sky-throne, and EmFell let out a roar of pleasure. A rather small one, in his mind, but a dragon's voice carried far, and so the roar billowed across the island as a slow, low roar.
After releasing his omen of the day, he began the walk down the rocky mountainside- it's close to the bottom and there's an old Dwarven road to make things easier- towards the lake, he couldn't help but wonder- he detected ever-so-faint traces of something foreign. If he had just arrived to this island, or had lived here for only a couple years, then it wouldn't be noticeable at all. However, centuries spent on an unchanging island, where every scent was the same, had sharpened his sense for anything different.
But it didn't matter to him. Reaching the lakeside, his mind, slow as it is on such repetitive, mindless days, simply shut down, and he went on with fishing- sitting his bulk half on the shore, half in the water, with his head barely above the water as far out as his neck would allow. At random intervals, based on when fish came to see what the great black rock was doing hovering above, he'd stab down with an open mouth, and snap it shut. Fish would try to wriggle out between his teeth, and some would succeed, and the ones that were left went down his gullet, whole and still wriggling.
EmFell rather liked the feeling.
After, oh, half an hours' wait with the unknown person sitting next to the unconscious Blademaster, his eyes just opened. There was nothing special, they just opened, and he looked up into the sky, and he wondered why the sky looked different and he was laying in sand and not mud and why he wasn't dead- taking a nap in the mud means getting eaten by parasitic flesh-eating worms and bugs that thrive in it- and why everything smelled different. Then everything came back, and if he could, he may have even shed a tear.
Several seconds passed before he was aware of a presence beside him. His flicked towards the source of the second set of lungs, and nearly recoiled in shock.
A human.
But then it filtered through his mind- just one human. Just one. And he was no match for one human.
So with a strangled, weak roar, he rose shakily, and drew his sword, fully intending to cleave the human where it sat. It may have spared his life by not slitting his throat, but it was a human- and humans are evil and never to be trusted again.
It hadn't even crossed his mind that it wasn't.
