You continue to fly, leaving the pack of dragons behind. After a few more hours of flying, you start to drop slowly, despite you flapping your wings like crazy. You suddenly remember something you read about dragons and flying.
“If a dragon hasn’t eaten for a long while, he cannot produce hydrogen, the combustible gas that keeps him airborne while flying, and allows him to breathe fire.” you recite to yourself once again.You realize that you haven'y eating any thing since you were in the restaurant with Thomas. Eventually, the altitude and rapid dropping becomes too much for you to handle. You make an emergency landing on what seems to be an isolated island. You live on the island for the rest of your days, and while you live on it, you learn to embrace your dragon instincts.