- The Nazgûl
Bugs. Everywhere. They were huge. Grant had already killed a few. It was hot too. Very hot. Oh, and don’t forget the venom spitting crazy climbing Komodo dragons. Grant hated those. He would take over this island. Anyone who stood against him would fall, but he needed power. He already had armor from the bugs corpses. Then he saw it. A dragon. He needed one of those. He travelled to the nests and raised one as his own. He flew in, killing the rest and raising the eggs. As he raided village after village, people slowly joined him. His army was growing. Soon, he could assault the counsel set up in the south west. Soon, he could have the ark.