"we have no idea either, one minute we were escaping a horde of angry angry Brain-Pickers, the next we found ourselves here. Along with, sadly, the dragon Furious." he glanced morbidly at the dark outline of the sea-dragon , obscured by the smoke of the army he summoned. Something was happening over there, definitely, and it wasn't good.
what was happening, you ask? Or maybe didn't ask, I don't know. Lets pretend you did ask. The emerald drake was, in reality, the cause of the smoke. Most of his rebellion wasn't in this land, wherever it was, and only those close to him were here. Meaning about ten if the strongest dragons in the archipelago, nut it was still a puny number in comparison to what should be here. Muttering g curses under his breath, he shot a bolt of fire at the ground in frustration, causing a small earthquake in that area.