When he opened his eye, he had absolutely no idea where he was. Well, he knew he was lying in a giant pile of gold, but he had no idea why. It took a moment, but he then remembered he was back in Middle Earth as Smaug the dragon and no longer Sherlock Holmes of London with his friend John Watson.

As a dragon, Smaug, was more aware of lives lived elsewhere. It was even possible for a dragon to live one of these lives as they took a long sleep, which was what Smaug had been doing. He didn't remember being a dragon in his other lives; he remembered them when he woke. He also had memories of being a Benedict Cumberbatch of a slightly different London, but with still the same friend only this time he went by the name Martian Freeman.

What few knew was that there were only a certain number of souls in existence, but there were an infinite number of worlds. In Middle Earth those born as dragons could remember other lives they had. And since Middle earth was one of the few worlds with magic in it, sometimes other creatures remembered too. At the least most had strangely vivid dreams.

Smaug nestled back into the gold and let his mind wander. He wouldn't go back to sleep; he had woken for a purpose. He wondered if John was in the world, and if he was how would he find him as Smaug? He couldn't really leave all this gold and go look for him, and as a dragon everyone would be trying to kill him. But he was quite certain John/Martian would be here; they had been close in two other lives, and souls tended to find each other.

Maybe that's why he was wakened by that blasted bird, Smaug mused. John would be here soon.

Here's a bit of a prologue to my new story, this will definitely be continued. Any reviews or suggestions anyone might have are always welcome!