The Island of Forgotten Magic

Origin

There they were, all, dead asleep. Almost two hundred mages, and all about the same age as far as I could see. All asleep...

I saw them from my mountain cave, way up in the clouds. There were so many, but from the cave's distance they looked more like dead ants. I watched with extreme curiosity, every single day, to see if they ever woke up. Finally, came the day, when they all woke up. I didn't know what to think, for I was the last of my species remaining on this island, which made the mages' arrival to the island something a little ominous. But still, mages or no mages I'm the ultimate predator.

All of them seemed terribly confused, it was like they had never even been on this earth, which they had, but nobody remembers a single thing. I could tell they were all young, and physically fit. I rushed down from my cave to see them wake up. I hid, like I always do when hunting prey. Never moving any unnecessary muscles: dead silent. When all of a sudden they start accidentaly shooting magic at random, like babies learning how to walk. Spells I had never seen before. Amusing, but not really that impressive, since there was also the fact that the island's magic interferred with everything. From the water, to the sky. I didn't know what to do.

Hours had passed, I hadn't decided yet. I was getting hungry which made me think on two equally reasonable choices: to join them or kill them.