After what felt like a nap, but was actually around two-thousand years later, Darkstalker's eyelids fluttered open, a slight breeze brushing against his toughened scales. He slowly raised his head, his ears twitching as the sounds and smells of nature flooded his senses. The last thing he remembered smelling… rocks and dust as boulders crumbled on top of him, Clearsight being the last dragon he ever saw. As he recalled his memories, a myriad of emotions immediately stormed within his mind. Anger, betrayal, sadness, fear, vengefulness and the slightest hint of fear. How could this have happened? Clearsight, his own beloved, had done this to him. He let out a booming roar of fury, the sound echoing through the crumbled mountains and fallen trees as he felt his animus abilities rush back to him.

After the long moment of roaring, Darkstalker dropped his head and breathed heavily, coming to terms with everything. He looked around, trying to see if any other dragon was around. How long had he been out, anyway?

Then, a rustle of leaves was heard from behind Darkstalker. In a moment of impulsiveness and anger, he forcefully dragged whatever caused the noise out of the bushes using his newly returned animus magic. "What now…" He snarled.