Darkstalker sat alone in a small cave on the NightWing peninsula. Only a few weeks had passed since his memory-altering enchantment. He found himself remembering things he had forgotten previously.
While he longed for company, living in the abandoned and broken-down peninsula wasn't that bad. There was actually plenty of food that came by. If the wildlife stopped coming by, he would just fly over to the closest traveling merchant and buy some food.
Darkstalker was in the process of rebuilding his old home. He was going to scavenge items from around him, and try to gather some dragons to help. Today was his self-proclaimed day off, where he just rested and admired his progress.
He walked outside into the sunlight. He had gotten so used to waking up in the morning rather than night, he had found it hard to switch back. However, he did stay up later.
Darkstalker flew to the palace, which had been his main priority recently. He went through a list of things he still needed to do. Find a reliable animus was one, so then he could disable the spell that killed all IceWings who entered the kingdom. He hoped that, once he was done, he could host the NightWings back in their true kingdom.
Once he landed in front of the palace, Darkstalker smiled at his work. So far he had cleared the rubble and sold it, but it was progress. With some of that money, he had bought materials to make blueprints, along with bricks and stone. No one questioned him. They probably thought he was doing some crazy school project.
Darkstalker hoped he would be done soon. He hoped to rally more dragons to help once the palace was done and they had places to stay. Instead of being a king, Darkstalker decided he would just be a dragon who did quite a bit for the kingdom.
Pleased with his work, Darkstalker flew back to his home.