Another new day, another day being a king. The weeks were ticking by and the high of being in power was slowly starting to drain from his thoughts and instead he was returning back to feeling empty. At least felt as though he accomplished something. But it was not enough. He would not be known this way and very equines were coming to explore the lost islands. The first day he had arrived to the islands he had explored the common areas and found that they appeared deserted and empty. He had caught glimpses of others and other days he would not see a soul. Giving up on the common grounds Dracarys looked to the sea. The calm waters beckoning him to explore the islands that dotted the horizon. That is when he had found the ridge.

Now here he stood wearily watching the borders for newcomers or intruders. He doubted that he would see anyone new. Instead most were already happy in their homes and there were not many mares left to pick from. As he stares out at the water a small breeze ruffles through his mane pulling him from his thoughts. Surely there is something that could cure his boredom on this day.