Transported: A Wings of Fire story

What Is This Place?

'OH MY GOD I'M A DRAGON, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN, THIS MAKES NO SENSE, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!'  Daniel had about 30 questions running through his mind per second, and all of them didn't have a realistic answer.

'Okay, let's just try to figure this out and calm down,' He thought to himself. It worked to a point, but one half of his brain was still running in a panic.

"Alright, so the last thing I remember was being thrown towards a book??" Daniel thought out loud.  "What the hell was that anyway? One second I'm in my room in the middle of the night, and the next I'm stuck in the centre of a boiling desert, turned into a dragon, and have no apparent way back home. Yeah, I think it's safe to say that I'M COMPLETELY SCREWED, NO QUESTION ABOUT IT.

He let out a sigh 'Well, might as well get a move on... nothing's going to happen from just standing here' He thought. "But which way? It all looks the same. Daniel looked around. "Let's just take a gamble, I guess."

Daniel soon began his trip across the desert dunes. He had no idea where he was going, but it was better than not going anywhere at all. 'Maybe I can find someone else to tell me where I am,' he thought with the little hope that there was someone or something else out here in the burning wasteland. Learning to walk on all four limbs was a bit difficult, to say the least. Daniel struggled to keep his balance on his front legs when walking, but he got the hang of it eventually. He was still working on the running and flying bit, but at least he was able to travel somehow. Flying wasn't an option as it was a lot harder than it seemed, as Daniel just wasn't able to beat his wings together and ultimately kept falling over.

Being unable to fly and only travelling on foot was taking its toll on him, as it wasn't long before he began to dehydrate.
'Need water...' he thought desperately.

He could feel his mind beginning to blackout. His vision was wobbly, but he thought he saw something in the distance. It looked like another dragon; however, instead of being red and orange like Daniel's. He was pale yellow and had a scorpion-like barbed tail. 'Ha, kind of looks like a Sandwing...'
And that's the last thing he thought before his body gave up and collapsed on the hot desert ground.

The world was dark, with nothing to be seen except his scales. And a faint light that surrounded him.

"Hello..?" Daniel called out to the darkness. No response. "Hello, can anyone hear me!" This time, he called out louder.

Still no response. He was all alone, and he started to walk around in what seemed to be an endless space. Constantly calling out for anyone. But nobody came, no one was there to save him from this nightmare.

Suddenly, the room started to fill with water. As he tried to swim, he realised that his left ankle was shackled to the floor. A dark black tentacle wrapped around it, rooting him to the floor.
There was nothing he could do.

Pulling and tugging on the supernatural restraints did nothing to free him. Scratching them with his newly found claws did nothing as they passed right through the dark matter.

The water was up to his chest now, slowly but surely making its way up his neck. It truly seemed like this was the end.

'hah... Dying by drowning... What a way to go...'
Daniel had given up hope that the water would surpass his airways, and he tried to stay calm... Hoping by some miracle he could survive.

However, he heard a voice, in the distance, a soft female voice could be heard.

When darkness falls, one will rise,

One fast enough to rule the skies.

A golden glow shines through the lines,