But he vaguely knew that he was being carried by this thing, flying above the sea.
After being stunned and confused for a few seconds.
The little boy screamed again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Help me!"
The terrified screams rushed across the sea, but no one ever responded to him.
Until a pitch-black island appeared ahead on the ocean surface.
The island seemed no bigger than a fortress. Its surface was covered with jagged rocks, sharp formations jutting out everywhere, shaping into eerie and strange forms like a massive claw reaching towards the sky.
The little boy watched helplessly as he got closer and closer to the island. The sharp stones narrowly missed him, and he shut his eyes in fear before feeling himself violently thrown outward.
Bang! Bang!
He hit the ground heavily, rolling two or three times before his body was bruised by the hard gravel.
The little boy quickly climbed to his feet, lifting his head to see an enormous black dragon swooping past above him.
