Dalton didn't remember much of what happened before waking up on the Island. Sure, he remembered about his life, most recently, finishing college and starting vet school in Texas, but nothing about how he arrived on this strange island. He was 6'2" and twenty-two years of age, with a light complexion, an upturned nose, hazel eyes with a sense of strength in them, a rounded, slightly pointed jaw, short brown hair, and a beard. He, now finding himself on a seemingly abandoned beach, at first thought that the grand scale and perfect tranquility was awe-inspiring, though he was creeped out by the freakish, metallic, diamond shaped thing in his wrist; but such feelings and thoughts quickly vanished when he witnessed a giant horned bipedal reptilian creature walking across the beach. "What the bloody heck?! This has got to be a dream," he said, pinching himself and realizing in a moment that it was not a dream. He thought harder and realized that the creature looked exactly like a therapod dinosaur. Oh crap, he thought and then said aloud, "what on Earth am I going to do now?" as he instantly realized that it was indeed a dinosaur. Okay, first I need to build a shelter and find or make something to defend myself, he thought as he was rushing to find a sharp rock for cutting trees and hunting. He found one and quickly went to work on the nearest palm tree; and after cutting it and several other trees down, he built a lean-to. After this was accomplished, he found a flock of dodo birds. Bloody dodo birds! he thought as he saw a dodo egg just lying on the ground right for the taking. "Don't mind me," he said as he slowly snatched the egg and sprinted towards his shelter. After building a fire and carving a bowl shape from a large rock, he made scrambled dodo eggs. It was already the afternoon and by then he was still edgy from him witnessing that freakish dinosaur; and as he was building a spear from a big stick and some rocks, he still wondered what it was." Could it have been a Carnotaurus," he wondered, and immediately then, he heard a hiss. Nearly paralyzed with terror, he grabbed his makeshift spear and held it in a death-grip as he turned to face a horrid sight. A green three-foot bipedal dinosaur with flecks of black and red on its body, as well as a pair of crests on the top of its head. Dilophosaurus! he thought as he thrust the spear in its face, scaring it so much that it turned tail and ran. "Great god!" he sighed in relief as the Dilophosaur ran for dear life. Despite the unusually large dodo egg he had eaten, he was still hungry, so he went in search of food, discovering several bushes of berries of several distinct colors: with one looking like a blue raspberry, another yellow, a third purple, the next looking like oval shaped cherries, the one after that white, and a final one like a black blueberry. Although he suspected the blue, black, and purple ones to be harmless he gave all the berries the "irritation test", crushing the berries one by one on his arm and waiting five minutes, then if there was no irritation from the berries he would chew them one by one for ten-fifteen minutes and if there was still no irritation he would eat the berry and wait twenty minutes for ill effects and if there were none the berry was safe to eat. One by one he tested them and the only one that gave adverse effects was the black one which seemed to have a toxin which made you sleepy, the white one tasted bitter so he spit it out and washed his mouth out, while the rest were all edible. After this he built a torch and after lighting it and taking his spear, he went to see if he could hunt a dodo while it was off guard but instead saw a wandering iguana-like reptilian creature and decided to hunt it instead. It was stout, with an appearance like that of an iguana, though there were no spines on its back, and stood about a foot tall and was about 9 feet long .He snuck up behind it and thrust the spear into its head, killing it. He used the edge of the spear to harvest the meat and hide of the creature and decided to make some clothes from the hide and after returning to his camp, he worked on making some clothes well into the night until he fell asleep when he finished the job. The next day, after putting his new garments on, with spear in hand he searched the beach for any signs of people. He found more than just signs of people; he found a person in his underwear lying face down in the sand. Shocked, he went over and checked the man's pulse and breathing and found that not only was this person alive, but it was his nephew, Weston. Yes, it was definitely him— he looked about fifteen years of age, he had the same blond hair, the same fair complexion, the same round face as that of his mother, everything. "What the…" Dalton said as he tried to wake his nephew up, who when he woke up, shouted in a startled manner, and punched Dalton in the face. Holding his nose in pain Dalton said, "Ow… Weston… It's me Dalton!"
His nephew said "Sorry-wait, how did you get here?"
"I've been here for a day, and I was searching for any signs of people when I found you," Dalton said.
"You have any idea what and where this place is?" Weston said.
"To be honest, I have no bloody idea," Dalton said.
"Well, what do we do now?" Weston said.
"We search for any other people, 'cause chances are that there are more people here, somewhere. First though, let's get you some clothes." Dalton said, kind of embarrassed. He built a small stone hatchet for his nephew and the two went hunting, happening upon another one of those large iguana-like things. After killing the animal, Dalton harvested the meat and hide and made some clothing for his nephew. After this, they decided to travel south along the coast, and after an hour's travel, they witnessed the strangest thing imaginable. They saw a giant floating metal structure the size of a skyscraper but open to about two-thirds and above that, a strange diamond shape that glowed red. In fact, a pillar of red light went straight through it ending on the ground and going into the sky.
"What the heck is that!" Weston said, utterly shocked.
"This structure… it almost looks alien in appearance," said Dalton. Suddenly an arrow whizzed past just barely missing Dalton's head. "TAKE COVER!" Dalton yelled as a volley of arrows was fired by unseen assailants.
But just as quickly as it had started it stopped and a man with an Italian accent shouted, "Submit and surrender yourselves to the will of the Island Empire!"
"The What?" Dalton shouted. Suddenly Dalton and Weston witnessed an armored figure, wielding a staff, and riding a bipedal six-foot dinosaur with feathery spines along the back of its head, its arms, and its tail. A Raptor, Dalton thought as he stared in awe as the armored warrior gave the five assailants a whacking they would never forget. The first was tripped by a blow to the feet, the second and third were hit square in their foreheads, the fourth was hit in the stomach and then in the nose, the fifth was hit in the crotch so hard he passed out, and the first attempted to get up and was met with a kick to the hindquarters that launched him into the water. Who the heck is this guy? Dalton thought, unable to tell whether he came to help or if he were a robber or someone who would attack them just to attack. Slowly Dalton raised up, spear in hand, hearing the man shout something he didn't hear and in a fit of primal instinct, lobbed the spear so hard that if it hit the man, it would've punched through the armor and sent the man flying of his mount. The man dodged however, and the spear punched straight through a nearby tree.
"Whoa, whoa, stop I'm trying to help you!" the man said in a distinct British accent.
Dalton said, "First off, tell us who the heck you are!"
"The name's John, John Lockdon. And you are?" he said.
"My name is Dalton, and this is my nephew Weston," Dalton said. Dalton and Weston had cautiously exited from their cover and John Lockdon had dismounted his Raptor, and the three engaged in equally surprised conversation. "Who were the guys who attacked us?" Dalton said, his breath shaky with nervousness.
John Lockdon said, "They call themselves the Island Empire." He looked slightly more than half a foot shorter than Dalton. He removed his helmet, revealing a face that, although appearing well on in years, possessed a youthful charm and kindness. His hair was brown with the occasional streak of grey. His eyes were green, possessing and projecting a sense of confidence. And he had a well-groomed, short beard. He appeared about fifty years of age, but was an excellent fighter, as Dalton had seen. He continued, "Their leader never reveals himself to his enemies or soldiers, but what we know is that he is bent on conquering the entire island. His top general is a roman called Gaius Marcius Secundus, as misled as he is driven." Roman? Dalton thought. I guess that makes sense, he and his men are probably Italians, but why call them Romans?
Weston asked, "So who's fighting this 'Island Empire'?"
"I am the Leader of the Gilded Warriors. We've been fighting the Island Empire for several weeks now, ever since they started conquering the island." He added "come, I'll show you to the village." And then they were off.
