Stanton woke up with a gasp and looked around, he was sitting with his back against a tree in a massive forest. Checking himself over, he noticed he had a insignia on his chest, and his clothes had changed to a grey coat and tophat, with a pair of dual grey swords strapped to his back.
Groaning as he pushed himself forward and stood up. Suddenly he slipped and fell to the ground and landed on all fours as a fire tornado surrounded him. When it was finally out, stan sighed and looked at himself and gasped, he was a large silver dragon, with pipes trailing steam coming out of his hind legs. walking around a bit, he noted that some of the scales lifted up and heat came out, concluding to himself, 'movement and energy, equals heat from scales.'
Experimenting a little more he found he had a full set of instincts and after a couple tries, mastered turning between the two forms. As he transformed back into a human, finding himself completely lost, stan chose a direction and followed it.
Several hours later, he exited the forest and looked up at the sky, it was covered in stars bright enough to see by. Ahead however, he saw a large village stretching up the side of a mountain on the island and down to the water. It had several catapults around it and large torches.
'It's almost like they fear an attack.'stan thought, just before a whistle built in the air and a blast blew apart one of the catapult.
'Thought to soon.'stan thought again as the town was set on fire and dragons set the fire on the town. Then, just as suddenly as they were there, they all left.
'I think I better not change while I'm here.' he thought as he made his way down to the razzed village.
As he walked between some of the out buildings of the town, a section of roof fell off onto him, knocking him out.