Alpha's Heir

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Prologue:

           "Hurry up.  Grab everything out of that nest too."  The hulking shadow pointed across to the other end of the cave.  Deep under a mountain that houses what's virtually a small city, the two figures were quietly packing up all the treasures they could get their hands on.  This treasure wasn't anything you would normally think to steal; it wasn't bars of gold or pirate's treasure.  It wasn't anything that could be mistaken for jewels or the wealth of forgotten countries.  They were stones, all shapes and colors, about the size of a large haddock. 

          "Got it boss.  Then let's get out of here.  My sack's almost full to burstin' with these eggs."

          "Good.  No eggs means no dragons, no dragons means no dragon riders, and no dragon riders means no threat of retaliation."  The deep voice growled out a laugh.

          All of a sudden, a voice rang out from the curving stone staircase on the other side of the cavern.  "Who's down there?  I am armed, and not afraid."  The thieves quickly hauled their sackes over their shoudlers, causing the smaller thief ot trip slightly.  As he steadied himself, he became even farther off balance, his sack falling from his shoulder, and striking the floor with a resounding 'crack!'.  There was the sound of hurried footsteps coming down teh steps, and the golden glow of a lantern became visible around the last corner.  Horrified, he quickly started shoving the rolling eggs back into the sack, and then, vaulting to his feet, pelted after his boss, into the back entrance to the dragon nursery.  They raced through the tunnels until they reached the dragon entrances.

          Waiting on the ledge on the outside of the cliffs were two enormous dragons.  Covered with a thick skin of mottled black, brown, grays, and greens, they blended into the sparse vegetation.  They lifted their smooth, round, heavily horned heads, and rattled the curved spines running down either side of their tails. They finished the display by rising up onto their hind legs so that they could slash the air with the large, curved, bladed claws on their forepaws.

          "Get down you mongrel lizards.  Stop showing off, and get movin'!  Honestly, if these strike class dragons weren't so hard for others to track, I would never have used Grapplewings.  Show offs!"  He turned and spat at the feet of the other thief.  They hopped on, and quickly disappeared into the night, leaving a small, glowing light flickering forlornly on the ledge the Grapplewings had just vacated.

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          The young viking stared after the retreating figures.  Once they were out of sight, he turned and started the walk back into the Nursery.  Taking inventory, he saw that there were two empty sacks sitting by entrance, and half of the eggs were missing.  "So, they only go half of what they were planning to."  He mused to himself out loud.  No one else was there to hear him, so he just addressed the air with his thoughts.  "The mothers would not be happy.  This is supposed to be a safe place for the eggs to stay until the nests get chosen to be moved up to the hatchery."  This warm, secluded cavern was were the dragons could now choose to lay their eggs.  They could still migrate, or have them in a nest somewehre private, and raise them themselves, but most domestic dragons came here, leaving the eggs to become dragon partners.  The eggs stayed in the nests, warm and safe, and ready to hatch when the time was right.  Up in the hatchery, a floor above, small nests of the eggs of various species awaited being chosen by new dragon-riders-in-training.  When all the eggs in a partiular nest were chosen, a nest of the same species was moved from down in the nursery up to the hatchery, and the process started agian.  With the many recruits, it didn't take long, so the eggs never had long of a wait. 

          He walked towards the opposite side of the cavern, accidently kicking something hard, and sending it sliding.  He looked down, but couldn't see anything out of place.  He quickly walked off, heading to tell the headmaster of the robbery.  What was unknown to him was that the hard thing he had kicked was a dragon egg, dropped by the clumsy thief.  His kick sent the egg rolling into a nearby nest, where the small, beautiful, leaf green egg came to rest in the middle of a clutch of pale blue, purple, and green eggs, all covered in spines.

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Spheres of Influence Teaser

Stoick ran right at the huge lizard, bringing his sword down on the edge of its wing.  It hissed, breathing a torus of fire into the ceiling, adding to the growing inferno.  Deciding that it was finished with all this, the behemoth violently cast Stoick off, lifting its wings.  It lashed its tail to clear room for takeoff, knocking Valka away from the cradle and out the door.  With a leap it was gone- taking most of the ceiling with it.  Stoick panted, forcing himself to stand up from the pile of burning wood slats as his eyes streamed.  His legs wobbled slightly as he regained his footing from his short flight into the ashy wall.  *creeeeeak*

Outside, Valka was sobbing in horror.  “Where are they!?”  Gobber yelled, running up.  

“Still inside!”  she cried.  Without a word, he charged through the door and into the smoke stained red with flames.  He didn't think twice about risking life and his dwindling amount of limbs to save his best friend and chief.

Valka continued to cry from both fear and smoke as neither man returned.  All the while, there were the raging sounds of battle, roaring dragons, and above it all, an even louder roaring of flames consuming freshly cut timber.  As she listened to the creaks and cracks of deteriorating wood, her heart sank.  The walls had started to fall.  Moments later a lumpy form became visible through the smoke.  Gobber was returning with Stoick leaning heavily on his shoulder as the final walls collapsed inward.  “Whe- where’s Hiccup?  Where’s my baby boy!?”

Stoick looked like he could be barely conscious, but what was left of his bushy eyebrows fell.  “Gone.”

 

 

Alpha's Heir Teaser

“It seems you’re more valuable than I thought.”  He spat on the ground, and I saw a slight tinge of red.  “You’d better be worth it.”  He snapped his fingers, and the changewing zeroed in on him.  “Rorrim, hold her down.”  Instantly the dragon was at my side, his long antennae wrapping around me.  I struggled weakly, but each time I moved his grip tightened, and I stopped moving as my lungs burned as hard as my side.

His voice was a low growl.  I could do nothing to hide my fear and pain.  “Dragons that are some of the strongest and most dangerous in the entire Archipelago.”  Then, unexpectedly, he backed off.  He stopped a few paces away.  “And I know why you track them down.”  He pointed an accusing finger at me.  “I know why you look for strong, rare, powerful dragons.  You are supplying the poachers.  You’re a trapper.  A dragon trapper.”  He spit on the ground again, disgusted.  “And even worse, a thief.  You’re a rotten-toothed, half-troll, DRAGON STEALER.”  His last two words came out from between bared teeth, a pure, unrestrained look of hatred twisting his features.
 

Come meet the various other dragons that habitate the Northern Valley Dragon Sanctuary, like the few below:

 

Storm Surge and Tempest, made by the incredible Strawberryfiz, and Tinscale, by the wonderful Amazonite!

And another wonderful round of thanks to Reiraku!  ^^  This time, we present Snuffle Snort, the adorable and graceful Raptortongue from Alpha's Heir.  She's also my little "shoulder rider".  ;D  These graceful beasts are incredibly flexible and light from a skeleton made of cartilage.  They also have the unique ability to photosynthsize- to generate energy from the sun like a plant!


 

 

 

And another of the Alpha's Heir dragons makes their appearance!  This is Jetstream, the leader of a pod of Shark-Winged Fangtails that live in the Northern Valley Dragon Sanctuary.  Fierce and fast, they are nicknamed the "night fury of the sea".

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Everyone, say hello to Munchball!  She's an adorable little dragon known as a Deceptibite.  You may know her from Alpha's Heir.

Many thanks to Reiraku for making this image of her!

 

 

 

 

 

Give a warm welcome to Stealth!  This Grapplewing is as aloof as she is mysterious, but exceedingly loyal.  She'll soon be making her debut in Alpha's Heir! 

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Another member of the flock, the newly named Dysvinda.  Meaning "Gravewind" in Old Norse, she is not one to be trifled with!

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Great story!! Please

Great story!! Please continue.

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Yes, I will!

I have a total of 6 chapters written, but they're in a microsoft word document.  I put out a plea for tips on how to just do a copy and paste, but so far I have no response.  So, it will take a while to add on the new chapters, as I will have to copy them over via typing.  Any helpful advice would be appreciated. 

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Any idea why it won't simply

Any idea why it won't simply copy and paste?

Have you tried Ctrl+c ( to copy) and Ctrl+v (to paste)?

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Chapter 1: Back to Berk

          I charged down the path from the mountains, leaving my father and the cart far behind me around the bend.  As I raced along, I felt the wind in my face, blowing my dark golden-brown bangs and braid into a mess.  I laughed with joy at knowing I would be in the village soon.  It had been six years.  The last time I had been here, I had been 12!  I wondered what the buildings would look like?  They used to have to replace them weekly, it seemed.  I had loved my life in the village.  It had been hard, and full of dragons, but it was worth it.  I had great friends, and was enjoying being part of the community, which was really more like extended family.  Then my father decided that he wanted to try to utilize more of our village's unclaimed land.  He talked to teh chief, and Stoick granted us an enormous plot up in the north of the island.  He agreed with my father that he could try to tame the wilderness up there, and start another farm.  It was well needed, because all the dragon attacks were severely putting a dent in our current supply of food and resources.  So, we packed up, my family of six, and travelled north.

          It is very far outside fo the village, past the other farms on the fringe of the village.  It's a three hour cart ride-- on a good day.  With the only way past the mountains to the north side of the island being Eagle's Pass-- a treacherous cleft between the two highest peaks on Berk-- we didn't get a lot of visitors.  Or make that any.  It was saddening and lonely at first, but it was the kind of land you fell in love with.  The first view from the top of that pass encompassed teh entire valley-- our valley.  It was mostly forested, but various other features stuck out of the trees like flowers among grass.  On either side of the pass, the mountains ran in large arcs, until they reached the end of the island, stopping on either side of teh bottleneck end of a large bay.  Ringing around the bay was a large, wide beach, which led to grass, then back into the trees.  In teh right of the mountains, a large waterfall ended in a large lake, which had a creek that emptied into the bay.

          As the first cottages came into view, I stopped thinking of the reverse journey that took my family into the mountains.  I stopped at the top of the hill, savoring the sight of the village in the midday light.  Then I noticed something strange: variuos oddly shaped structures all around the village.  Even stranger: there were dragons everywhere, and they weren't attacking anything!  Well, what had happened here?  I grinned to myself.  Will, it looks like they finally figured it out.  I guess that it's safe then to bring my own dragon into the fray.

          I pulled out a delicately carved whistle from the cord around my neck, and blew.  No apparent sound came out, but I knew it worked, as a large dark shadow shot towards me.  After a few seconds, I realized that it was coming from the wrong direction, and was accompanied by a frantic call of "Look out below!  Get out of the way!"  I braced for impact, and the large black dragon skidded to a short stop with his muzzle just an inch from me.  He promptly came closer, starting to nuzzle his head against me, knocking me over in the process.  "Toothless!"  his rider scolded, "What's gotten into you?  Get off her!  This is very bad manners, especially for first impressions."

          I stood up as he slid off his dragon's back.  I looked into his face, and quickly recognized an old friend.  "Or second impressions.  Long time, no see, Hiccup."  I grinned at his puzzled expression, and then, looking into my one-of-a-kind hazel-blue eyes, he realized my identity.

          "Frostfire!  I can't believe it's you!  You have been gone for so long.  A lot of the village thought your family died."

          "Well, if we did, then I am apparently the last to find out."  We both chuckled slightly, and then a shadow passed overhead.  A second large, black dragon glided in to a gentle and graceful landing by my side.  Hiccup's face was shocked, and Toothless had a strange look of surprise on his face.

          All of a sudden, Hiccup started spluttering out, "Where!  How!"

          I held up my whistle.  "It's my Night Fury call.  Only they can hear it.  I can call Glowworm over long distances with it."  I started rubbing the back of my head in embarrassment.  "It's also why Toothless came here and tried to knock me over.  Dragons that aren't used to it, or are closer, have a stronger reaction."  I climbed on her back.  "If you'll excuse me a minute, I need to go let father know that he doesn't have to pull the cart the whole way to town."  I took off, and then saw that Hiccup and Toothless quickly followed.

          We flew up the mountian, and back around the bend in the path.  I quickly spotted my father and the cart down below.  I landed, and gave him the happy news.  Hiccup landed just as I was finishing saying, "...So Storm Surge and Tempest can pull the cart into town.  You won't have to unhitch them and pull it yourself."  He was relieved, and I helped him double check the harnesses before leaving again with Hiccup in tow.

          As we were taking the gentle glide back down the mountain, Hiccup looked over at me, still slightly puzzled, but more accepting of the facts.  "So, do you have Nadders pull your cart all the time?"

          I gave a small laugh.  It seems that even living with dragons, they hadn't discovered everything!  "Yes!  Storm Surge and Tempest love to do it.  It gives them a job to keep them busy.  Plus, it's a challenge, so they stay interested."  I thought about it a second.  "Or, at least we try to keep Storm Surge interested..."

          "Does she dislike it?"  He furrowed his brow, questioning me.

          "No, she likes it very much.  It's just that she is exetremely high energy.  Nothing can keep her attention for too long."  I gave a quick chuckle, then had Glowworm dive down to the street below, leveling out to speed between the buildings.  I lifted back up, with Hiccup looking at me with one eyebrow cocked.  "I'm sorry!"  I shouted.  "I just can't help being so excited to see everyone again!"

          "I guess I can't blame you for it.  It has been several years."  He had a wide smile on his face.  It seemed he was just as happy to see me after all these years as I was to see him.  After flying a few more laps around the village, and playing a bit of sky tag, we were joined by several other riders.  Many were younger riders that I didn't recognize, but there were several I did.  Hiccup signaled to fly off towards the outskirts fo the village, and we all followed.  We landed outside the old dragon-killing training ring.  Upon walking inside, I got reacquainted with my old friends.

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Chapter 2: The First Rider?

          "Once we got there, we hardly left the farm.  The first year-and-a-half was rough, cutting back timber, carving fields, and setting up our land.  We grew what we could, just trying to keep getting more done.  For the most part, we didn't see any dragons.  It started to seem like this was a good idea.  We planted our first crop at the end of our second year in the mountains.  Just as we finished planting the fields, and the first animals had been born, trouble started.

          "Dragons started arriving frequently, just like here in the village.  We weren't sure what to do.  We fought back, but we were grossly outnumbered.  One night, my father was injured while single-handedly taking on three Gronckles at once.  The dragons took much of our herds that night.  Without my father to fight over the next week, I tried to figure out how to stop them.  I'm not strong like he is, so, I decided to try a new tactic.  Instead of fighting them, I simply left out a small scattering of food that was excess, and then stayed in the stables with the rest of the herds.  Wonder of all wonders-- it actually worked.  They took the fish and meat, and then left without a second glance.  I continued this practice for a week, with continued success.  Eventually I just left the herds alone, and didn't need to worry.  I even started waiting in the small pasture we left the food in."

          "Why would you do that?  You could have gotten carried off, or eaten!"  Snotlout looked one part horrified and another part impressed.  "You never wear a helmet, or shoulder pads, or bracers, or even longs sleeves!"  He counted off my lack of safety gear.  "They were viciuos when they had to answer to the Red Death.  That was such a stupid thing to do!"

          "Speak for yourself, Snotlout.  You've done so many stupid things it's surprising that you're not in Valhalla by now."  Astrid said this comeback in a slightly exasperated tone, wondering how he could be such a hypocrite.

          "It could be worse, she could go barefoot."  Ruff chuckled at her joke.  I looked down at my pretty brown boots so she couldn't see me rolling my eyes.  I actually really like my boots!

          "Come on, stop interrupting!  Frostfire, what happened after you stayed out with the food for the dragons?"  Fishlegs was eager.  It was obvious he wanted to learn what I had learned about dragons.

          I continued my story.  "Well, I just sat next to a fencepost.  Just quietly, not threatening them.   They landed, and started gathering up the food.  That's when I stood up."

          "And got eater!"  Tuffnut shouted it at the top of his lungs, pumping both fists in the air.  It seemed he hadn't changed much.

          "Stop it, stupid!"  Ruffnut cuffed him on the head.  "If she got eaten, then how could she tell us her story?"

          "Oh... Right..."

          I ignored the interruption, and just went on as if nothing had happened.  I admit, I had forgotten how scatterbrained and excitable some of my friends could be.  "They startled.  A few took off.  Some others started getting defensive.  I just stayed still, I didn't go anywhere, and I let them take the food.  After they had all left, I went in.  The next night, I put some of the food at my feet.  I just stood there, waiting for them to come in to where they knew the food was.  They were wary of coming close.  Eventrually, they ventured closer, and took the fish and livestock that was out.  Then they left.  I repeated this throughout the week, getting them more used to seafood or cuts of meat, as opposed to live animals.  I started getting them closer and closer."  My voice had gone quiet and soft, yet still filled the air like any good storyteller's voice.  The vikings around me were leaning in closer, wanting to hear more.

          "Why did you want to bring them closer to you?"  Astrid asked quietly.

          I answered equally quietly: "I wanted them to learn to trust us.  If we are not threats, ut friends, then we wouldn't have to be worried about attack.  One night, I tried the next part of my plan.  I stood out in the pasture, which the dragons were all used to by now.  But, instead of leaving food just out and about, it was all in a barrel behind me.  The dragons landed, and came over to me.  Tonight was different, though.  There was a new dragon in the pack.  It wasn't a species I knew.  It wasn't one of my Nadders or Gronckles, or one of the rarer Zippelbacks or Nightmares that sometimes came around."

          "Who was it?"  Hiccup asked, curious and intent on finding the answer.

          "Her."  I stroked Glowworm's silky black hide.  "She had recently been captured by the Red Death's control, and so had joined my group of dragons.  In the night, her beautiful lime green wings and fins glowed in the sparse lantern light."  At my mention, she moved from lying down at my side to sitting up.  She slowly and dramatically spread her wings, so that the others got a good look, including Toothless.  Unlike Toothless' pure black body, Glowworm was only mostly black.  In between the black fingers of her wings, a bright lime green diffused the skin.  The same was true for her fins and the various spikes on her body.  Everyone gasped in awe at the grace and presence of her.  Toothless couldn't help sitting up straighter, trying to look impressive too.  Everyone's eyes were slow to return to me as I continued the story.

          "She wasn't used to me, but she wasn't afraid.  She was confident, and in charge.  She came right up to me.  I was surprised, but I still wanted to follow through on my plan.  So, I reached into the barrel, pulled out a haddock, and held it out to her.  She seemed insulted at first, but hunger won out.  She ate it, and quickly took more when I gave it to her.  She then took off, and circled through the skies as I fed the others, who eagerly ate from my hands.  I continued feeding them all by hand throughout the week.  At the end of it, my chance finally came.  Glowworm was always the first to eat.  She never took extra back with her to the nest, but she always came first to eat.  She had gotten used to me, and we had a trust between us.  So, before I gave her a fish, I reached out my hand.  I let it stay between us, palm up, unthreatening.  She looked at it, looked at me, and then gently rested her chin on it, looking up at me.  I reached out my other hand, and rested it on top of her head, gently feeling her smooth scales.  She then pulled back and looked into my eyes.  I could see it--  the look in her eyes said it all.  It said, 'I've played nice, now give me my fish!'"  I did this last sentence in a deeper, growly toned voice.  All the vikings around me started into deep laughs as Glowworm turned her back to us, seeming to say that we were all immature and not worth her time.

          It was a good thing that we were all on the ground, and not in the air, or even on our dragons' backs.  Several of them couldn't stand up from the force of laughing, or, in the case of Snotlout, ended up on the ground with his dragon on top of him.  After we finished catching our breath, I finished my tale with a brief sentence of "Eventually, the dragons just stopped leaving, and they have lived with us ever since."  I then relaxed against Glowworm's side, listening to their stories of what had happened since I had left.  They eventually told me of their defeat of the alpha dragon, the Red Death, three years previous.  At that point, I realized that that is when the other wild dragons started coming around.  I guess that if she was dead, then there was no point to avoiding her territory.  Also, they wouldn't be getting caught by her control.  There were also dragons now free of alpha dragon influence, so they could do as they pleased.  They also told me of how in the recent past, they had helped to turn an old caldera island into a school of dragon training-- teaching how to train dragons, as well as doing actual training.  After we finished talking, they decided to take me through the village, showing me all the changes since the last time I had been there.

          As we walked up the main drag, we came to the new market.  That is where I found my father selling the various types of produce piled in the back of the large cart.  Tempest was snoozing calmly in the shade underneath, his deep gray and cerulean scales blending into the shadows.  I looked aroudn warily, trying to find his sister, and failing until she landed on top of me!  Her pale gray and blue scales shone in the noon sun, and she laughed her dragon laugh as she rubbed her snout into my shoulder.  "I'm happy to see you too, Storm Surge.  Now PLEASE GET OFF!"  I shoved her off with all my force, only to see her go romping off up a nearby ally, looking for more trouble.  My friends all laughed, while Fishlegs and Astrid helped me to my feet.

          Another boy called over from teh front of a stall selling fresh fish.  "Did you roll around in some dragon nip, or something?"

          Hiccup called back with "No.  If you listen to her stories, she is dragon nip!"  There were more laughs all around, including a deep laugh from the boy as he came to join our group. 

          "Well, Miss Dragon Nip, if you ever need some assistance,"  he leaned in close to me, "especially Nadder related, feel free to call for Arlan Erlend."  He knelt and kissed my hand, then, giving a small whistle and a bow, was snatched up into the claws of a brilliant scarlet and gold Nadder.  As it flew off, it tossed him up, so that he landed in its saddle.

          "Just who was that?"  I was still rather stunned by this encounter.  I think that my heart needed to be restarted.

          "Arlan Erlend!  Are you mad?  He told you his name, and you ask who he is?"  Ruffnut seemed to be in a rage over my lack of knowledge.

          Snotlout butted into her, defensively saying, "Lay off, Ruffnut.  She did only just get back to town.  Besides, it isn't as if she knew him before.  He's just some fancy-pants newcomer for the school.  We were riding dragons long before he was."  Snotlout seemed rather resentful of this dashing boy with an incredible sense of showmanship. 

          "Anyway, he is one of the earlier students of the school.  His Nadder, Flare, and he do some incredible flying stunts.  He helps out with running the school a lot."  Fishlegs, ever helpful and full of information, was the first to actually answer my question.

          Astrid leaned in.  "Snotlout hates him because he feels that he is stealing all his chances for showing off.  That, and the girls flock to him, but avoid Snotlout like a stinkdragon."  We both chuckled.

         Ruffnut leaned over so she could whisper in my ear, "He's also one of the hottest guys on Berk.  I can't believe he kissed your hand!"  She was practically salivating while looking at my hand.  I cautiously put it behind my back. 

         My father then walked up, free of customers for a minute, giving me a rest from the others' scrutiny.  "Hey, Dad!  How's the market?"

         "Good!  Good!  I'm getting half of the people coming to buy the delicious produce, and the other half exclaiming how happy they are to discover that I'm not dead!"  He let out a deep, hearty laugh.  "It seems you found your friends.  A good group of young adults.  Planning on showing them the sanctuary?"  He gave a wink, then turned to a customer.

          "Sanctuary?  What is that guy saying?"  Snotlout, being his normal obnoxious self, got right in my face.

          "It's our secret."  If he was goign to be obnoxious, I was going to tease him.  I just couldn't help it after how defensive he was over me in front of Arlan.  I waggled my shoulders at him.  "You could always come with me and see what it is..."  I blinked under my lashes at him, while giving a mischievous grin.

          "O- Okay..."  His brain had obviously shorted out, not expecting to get such a response. 

          I looked over at the rest of the gang.  "Okay guys, let's go.  Maybe if we're lucky, lover boy here will faint and be unable to follow."  We all took to the skies, with Snotlout recovering, and finally following a little way behind us.

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Chapter 3: Sanctuary

          The trip was much quicker on dragon-back, lasting less than half an hour.  As we came into sight of Eagle's Pass, they all let out various sounds of shock and awe.  Laid out below us, the valley was alive with color: plants in bloom, bright flags, fresh painted doors and windows, the vibrant grass and sparkling water, and, most of all, the dragons!  The valley was filled with dragons, all colors and shades, all species and classes.  We all landed at the head of the pass, so as to have the full experience and tour.  As we walked down into the valley, we started going past terraced fields filled with rich vegetables, aromatic herbs, and tall patches of dragon nip.  When we reached the foothills, it turned into grass, with trees off to one side.  On teh other, more fields stretched down until they reached the banks of a waterfall-fed lake.  We walked down the path, and it came to a circle, similar to a town center.  In the middle of the circle was a well, and around the outside of the circle were hills, but not normal hills.  They were carved out and hollow, with buildings inside!  The center hill was the cottage, with a storage and animal shed behind it.  Then there were four others-- two to either side.  To the left (the forested side) there was one for injured dragons, and one for riding dragons.  To the right (on the field and lake side) there were the nursery and elderly/infirm stables.

         I turned and faced the group, throwing my arms out for dramatic emphasis.  "Welcome, to The Sanctuary!"  It would have been incredibly cool... had it not been for the small pack of dragons that launched themselves onto my back, knocking me to the ground.  "Alright!  Alright!  Stop it!  That tickles!"  I couldn't help laughing at the dragons' antics.  As I sat up, they started to calm down, two sitting on the ground, one on my lap, and a forth on my shoulder.  I looked up at everyone.  "I think it would be best and easiest to continue the tour by introducing these residents.  This..." I said, picking up the cobalt blue Terrible Terror on my lap, tickling him under his chin, "... is Tinscale."  I sat him on the lip of the well behind me.  I picked up the small beach-ball-esque dragon next to me as I stood up.  "This is Munchball.  You can see why she has her name."  The small, round, blue, pink, and yellow dragon wiggled her four stumpy legs and tail, and fanned her tiny wings.  She is probably the roundest dragon I have ever seen, hardly even having a muzzle, and being an almost perfect sphere. 

          Fishlegs pushed the twins aside to come up close to her.  "What exactly is she?  I don't recognize the species."  She looked up at him, blinking her enormous eyes, and wiggling her small Gronckle-like ears.  She just always seems to be bouncing or wiggling!  I wonder if it has something to do with just being round?

          "She's a Deceptibite, which is a member of the boulder class.  They eat metal, which melts into little balls in their stomach, which they can then launch from their mouths instead of fire.  They are always incredibly bright colors, even more so than other dragons.  This is to warn off larger animals and dragons, kind of like certain other animals using bright colors to say they are poisonous.  As you can see, they are only about a foot-and-a-half in length, even when full grown, but their coloring obviously works, for they never get eaten or attacked."

          "That's amazing!"  Hiccup burst out, with several nodding heads following his movements.  "Not only is this valley full of dragons, but even ones not yet recorded in teh Book of Dragons!"

          "Stick with me, and you'll see several more by the end of the day."  I smiled, happy to be able to impress them like they had impressed me.  "This big boy is Rumble."  I rubbed the head of the gray Great-Dane-sized dragon next to me.  They all recoiled in shock, and a little bit of horror.

          "You have a Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus!  How come I don't have one?  I want one that I can use to step on Ruffnut!"  Tuffnut turned to his twin, evil intentions written on his face.

          "Not if I don't get one to step on you first!"  Ruffnut and Tuffnut fell back, turning to wrestling to determine who gets to crush who.

          "Where did you get one, and do you know what it is?"  Hiccup approached carefully, obviously wary of the young dragon.

          "He was rescued from abusive dragon poachers a few years back.  I know that he is of an alpha dragon species, and so will grow up to have gargantuan size, and also to inherit the title of the sanctuary's alpha dragon.  So, he will one day lead our dragon pack, and guard our sanctuary as his nest."  They all looked thunderstruck.  I couldn't tell if they thought that I was crazy to raise this dragon, knowing how big he would get, or if they thought I was crazier for saying this so calmly.  To get through the awkward moment, I leaned over, and started petting his head, causing him to nuzzle up to me.  "See, he's a good little dragon.  I know about the Red Death now, thanks to you, but Rumble is nothing like his mother.  He loves us, and he loves teh dragons in the sanctuary.  When he grows up, he will be a great protector."  Slowly, the others came over, and Rumble loved the attention.  He started acting like a puppy, nuzzling and cuddling.  While rubbing his back, Hiccup looked at me seriously.

          "Mother?  So, this is the Red Death's hatchling."

          "I believe so.  There wasn't another Seadragon nest around for miles and miles.  Besides, that would explain why the Red Death was being so tough in her control of the nest.  She wouldn't be able to leave her eggs, and later, her hatchlings.  which take years and years to grow up.  Rumble here is about 20 years old, which would make him one of her youngest.  It will be many years before he becomes full size."

          "A lot more makes sense now, looking back.  I'm sorry he lost his mother, but I'm glad he has this new life."  Astrid tenderly hugged the dragon, who gave a low purr, starting to doze off.  We quietly left him snoozing in the grass as we headed into the nursery carved into one of the eastern hills. 

          I opened the gate to the large, airy stable.  "If you're lucky, Frostbite will let you come see her hatchlings.  They are just a few weeks old."  We walked towards the mother Polarserpent, who's long lean white body was curled around a half dozen young dragons.  They all stayed sleeping, so we just looked at them, and at the beautiful spiraled horns on the end of their long muzzles.  "She was injured by some other dragons along the outside edge of the mountains, at the farthest northern part fo the island, where the snows are still intact.  We brought her and her hatchlings here, so she is recovering."

          "That's odd.  Polarserpents are far north dragons, living out on the ice.  They use their four long, lean legs to run and skate across the ice, following schools of fish.  Then they use their horns to cut holes in the ice, and use their long necks to reach the fish.  So, what would one be doing on Berk?"  Fishlesgs asked, turning to me.

          "We don't know the exact reason, but we believe that in the winter, when the bay got so cold that it froze over, she skated down along the ice until she reached Berk, looking for somewhere safe to lay her eggs.  When she reached the mountains, she intruded on some dragon's territory, and it attacked her and her eggs.  Thanks to Glowworm, we rescued her and brought her here.  She and her hatchlings will stay here until either they can fly away, or until winter, when they can cross the ice again."  I looked at the graceful, swan-necked dragons, then back at my tour group.  I silently gestured we should leave so as not to disturb them.  As we came outside, and I closed the gate, I heard a voice behind me.

          "By the way, who is the beautiful yellow dragon on your shoulder?"  Fishlegs, ever curious about new dragons, finally had this one in his sights.

          "This is Snuffle Snort.  I found her egg alone, up in the mountains.  I hatched her, and am raising her myself, though she is far from fully grown."  I gently picked her up off my shoulder, so that the others could see her smooth, flat body.  Overall, she looked similar to an eagle ray, with larger wings, three claws on her wings, and legs like a Monstrous Nightmare.  Her tail was different from most dragons', as it was short and stubby, similar to a duck's.  She quickly leaped back onto my shoulder.  "Snuffle Snort is a Raptortongue, which is of that new tracker class.  Thus, her name.  Plus, she makes the most adorable snuffling noises!"  To prove my point, she made just such a noise while smelling Hiccup's outstretched hand.

          "She seems pretty attached."  Hiccup commented, as the smooth, flat, golden dragon continued to cling to my shoulder.

          "She almost never leaves me alone.  Whenever we are in the sanctuary, she is my little shadow."  I turned to face them again, looking away from my little dragon.  "Ready to see some more dragons?"

          Throughout the next few hours, I introduced more of the family.  Many dragons call the sanctuary their home, but few are actually tamed.  There were some dragons who are tame permanent residents, like Bullheart, the three-legged Gronckle, who lives in the elderly and infirm stable.  Down at the waterfall, we met Wellspring, the tame Scauldron, who never leaves due to his terrible sense of direction.  We met Phantom, his wild Flightmare rival who eats glow algae from the lake at the bottom of the falls.

          After introducing all the named dragons who lived in the farmed area on the East side of the valley, we took a break for lunch.  I led them into my "underground" cottage, which was surprisingly clean and bright, despite that it was technically under a hill.  My mother and three younger brothers were eating lunch, so we joined them at the scrubbed table.

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Chapter 4: Deeper In

          "Ah, Hiccup!  Astrid!  Ruff! Tuff!  Snotlout!  So good to see you all.  We were wondering if we would see you sometime soon."  My mother greeted all of my old friends, handing out dishes of fish and vegetables.  My brothers all jumped up, delighted to have visitors for the first time since moving. 

          "Snotlout!  Still got all your old moves?  I still have my sparring blade, if you're up to it."  The eldest of my younger brothers was happy to be able to compete with his favorite rival again, especially since they were so close in personality to each other.

          "You know it, Braggart!  I'll take you right here, right now."

          Braggart grinned a challenge.  "Fists or steel?"

          "Fists."

          "You're on."  And they both raced out the door to the flat pasture behind the house.

          "Well, that handles all of the adrenaline in the room.  Hopefully things should be more peaceful now."  My mother chuckled.  "It will be good for that boy to have a loss."  She turned to my friends.  "What are the chances of him receiving one?"

          Everyone traded glances.  "Ummm... Snotlout is extremely boastful, but he has skill when needed.  So, I'm going with him beating Braggart."  Hiccup graciously gave this description of his cousin. 

          Astrid snorted.  "He could use a beating.  I'm hoping Braggart's height gives him the ability to give Snotlout what's coming to him."

          "I just want to see a fight!"  This from Ruffnut.

          "Me too!  Let's go!"  Tuffnut went to follow the other boys out the door, but was grabbed from behind by my second youngest brother.

           "Tuffen!"  he yelled enthusiastically, hugging Tuffnut around his waist.  "I wanna come!"

          We snickered at his trapped expression.  Eventually, sighing, Tuffnut gave in, rubbing his bouncy curls, and telling him gently, "I've missed you too, Bjorn.  I knwo your name means bear, but can you please stop the bear hugs?  If you do, you can come with."

          "Yes!"  Bjorn stopped hugging Tuffnut, and followed him out the door.

          "You know, I wonder how old he is.  Even though it has been six years, Bjorn still follows Tuffnut around in the same way."  Fishlegs commented on the one aspect of Tuffnut that is unexpected: his gentleness towards my younger brother.  Somehow, he can seem more normal when he's aroudn Bjorn.

          "He's almost eight.  He still remembers his 'big brother Tuffen', though.  He really missed being around all you big, strong vikings."  My mother gave a small laugh.  At that point it was just Fishlegs, Astrid, Hiccup, my mother, and me.

          "Hey, who's tickling me?"  Astrid started breaking into suppressed giggles.  Hiccup quickly ducked under the table, causing his leg to make a metalic 'clang' against the table.  As he pulled out the overlooked sixth occupent of the kitchen, my mother tutted over how he had lost a limb.  I had just kind of took it in stride.  That kind of stuff had happened all the time when we were fighting the dragons; I really wasn't surprised.  He had always been accident prone as well, so that made it even more unsurprising.

          I turned to scold my youngest brother, but he just gave one of his sweet, mischeivous grins.  "Loki!  How many times do I need to say not to tickle people under the table?"

          "I don' know."  He spoke in a cute, slightly babyish voice, the one that he knew would win anyone unaware of his true nature to his side.

         "I don't remember this little brother from before your move.  How old is he?"  Fishlegs asked this as Loki leaped from Hiccup's arms into Fishlegs' lap, then cuddled into his furry vest.

         "He's six.  He was born a few months after we moved.  Luckily, we had just finished the house."

         "Well, he's adorable, and I am glad we finally got to meet this little blond cutie."  Astrid said this as she tickled his tummy, showing a surprising softer side.

          "Dont' worry.  He overdoes it a lot.  He tries to maximize his cuteness, because he knows that he can win your heart, or get anything he wants.  Don't give him any sweets.  He'll con each of you separately, to maximize the sugar."  I quickly warned them of my brother's deceptive appearance.  After that, talk faded as we dug into the food.  It was warm and delicious, and soon nonexistent.  At that point, we were rejoined by the rest of the vikings.

          "I can't believe it!  I lost to someone two years younger!"  Snotlout stormed in.

          "Yes!" Astrid said happily under her breath.

          "Yeah, well this sixteen year old has been doing almost nothing but preparing for when we would get to spar agian.  It's no wonder I beat you!"  My brother was obviously in high spirits.

          "Ready to go see some more of the sanctuary?"  I was wondering if all would continue on the tour.

          "Yeah, babe.  I let him win, and so I'm ready to move on to something else."  Snotlout quickly tried to regain face and status in front of me.

          So, we went into the more forested Western side of the valley, where we met some of the wild residents of the valley, like Breezewing the Changewing, High Glider the Timberjack, and Sand Surfer the Whispering Death, who lives in the beach by the bay.  They don't have riders, nor do they have anything wrong with them.  They just live in the valley  because of choice, but neither do they normally interact with us.  We refer to them as friendly wilds, because they will interact with us sometimes, as opposed to the ones who competely ignore us all the time, which are simply wild dragons.  Most of the dragons in the sanctuary are wild dragons.  Compared to the number that live in the valley full time, the tame dragons and friendly wilds are vastly outnumbered.

          We went to the stable for injured dragons next, where we met Thundershock the Skrill (from a safe distance), and Sweetsword the Smothering Smokebreath.  Though we call it a stable, it is really more of an area.  While healing, they stay in special fenced-in areas with small shelters in the forest.  Usually the recovering dragons are wild dragons, so this makes them more comfortable, as well as safer.  The dragons we help have various illnesses or injuries, and when they are well again, they can leave, or they can choose to stay.

          After that, we went to the riding dragon stable.  It was a large, open building, with many empty stalls.  "Do you really have this many riding dragons, Frostfire?"  Fishlegs looked stunned by the number of stalls going off of the main throughway.

          "No.  Most are empty.  Really, we only have three riding dragons.  There's Glowworm."  I brought my voice down a little, "Though we don't always count her.  She often goes off without me.  We are good friends, but she still has a big job to do, running rescues and leading the pack."  I pointed to a stall with a plaque on the door.  It read "Beast", and under that, "Njord Markson".  "That's my father's Skrill..."  I was about to say more, but I stopped at the looks on their faces.

          "You are completely full of surprises.  New dragons, rare dragons... and untrainable dragons being ridden."  HIccup shook his head while looking down at his shoes... um, shoe.  His slight smile was still visible as he took in all of the new perspectives I was bringing.  "Proceed.  I want to hear where you found one of the rarest dragons known to vikings."

          "Well, he sort of found us.  It was after the rest of the dragons had started living here in peace.  He was injured very badly, with a spear sticking through the side of his chest.  He crashed into the hills there."  I pointed out the open loft doors towards the foothills we had crossed earlier.  "He was knocked unconscious by the fall, which was pretty much the only way we could have approached him.  We moved him into the patients' stable, and removed the weapon.  At this point, he started to wake up.  Dad quickly took a long cloth bandage, and wrapped it tightly around his chest.  He ordered the rest of us to leave.  We were so worried about him.  Even though we knew that dragons were peaceful-- for the most part-- there were still dragons who would attack when injured, or defending themselves or their territory.  We knew Skrills were already territorial and solitary to begin with."

          "Dangerous, who cares?  Hookfang is one of the most dangerous dragons around.  I'd treat a thousand Skrills for you, no problem Babe!"  Obviously, this was Snotlout.  Again.  He was so annoying!  Maybe I had given him the wrong idea with my invitaion in the market, earlier...

          "So, then what did your father do?  How is that black and white 'Beast' sitting calmly watching us, surrounded by dragons?  Astrid gave Snotlout a punch in the arm, then gestured at the dragon in the stall.

          "My father took the herbs my mother had prepared earlier, and started pressing them onto his wound.  That's when the screeching started.  We thougth that Dad was going to be travelling to Valhalla.  But, once the initial pain wore off, so did the rest of the pain.  Beast quickly drifted into sleep.  Dad left some fish in the stall, along with some other herbs he could eat to ease the pain.  Over the month, it slowly healed.  Dad was still careful not to let anyone else near him.  After weeks of providing comfort and food, it trusted him.  He never showed fear, so it respected him.  Once he was fully healed, Dad brought him outside, to let him leave.  Instead, he stood next to Dad, refusing to move.  He didn't want to go!  Eventually, Dad started getting him used to us, and life around the sanctuary.  He's been with Dad ever since."

          "The world's only tame Skrill..."  Fishlegs slowly said this, walking over to Beast's stall.  Beast brought his head over the edge of the door, calmly meeting Fishlegs' gaze.

          After that, they met my mother's Snaptrapper, Flora.  "Though technically, they are Fern, Moss, Snowdrop, and Cocoa."  We gave a small laugh.

          After a short while longer in the stables, we finished up by going down to the bay.  There, they met another new species.  This was Jetstream, who was a Shark-Winged Fangtail.  This tidal class dragon is a deep blue-black, with white stripes on the edges of their fins and wings.  They have a triple set of large, wing-like fins going down their backs, which they often leave up while swimming, similar to a shark's dorsal fin.  Many a viking ship in the north had been spooked by seeing these curved, smooth fins chasing down some nearby fish, thinking that it was a group of sharks.  Sometimes they would bring back stories of this rare dragon, saying it had scuttled their ships!  They could use either the large, thick horns on either side of base of their jaw to punch holes, or their trademark fangs on the end of their tailfins to make long cuts right through the soft wood of ships.  Jeststream leads the pod of wild Fangtails that live in the bay.  Our dragons joined us on the beach, and Toothless seemed surprised that the similarly-shaped dragon was twice his size!

          At the end of the day, we flew back to town, passing my father on the way back.  We waved, and then headed towards the glowing lights of the village.  "You know, it would be great if you came to the school.  As people learned of our knowledge of dragons, we started accepting students of all ages from all over the archipaelago and beyond to the school.  You already know a lot about dragons, but I think it would be a great experience.  You wouldn't have to raise a new one, you could bring Glowworm.  It's great, because you learn a lot about training and working together."  Hiccup proposed this to me.  It was tempting, but, I knew that I couldn't take Glowworm, no matter how much I wanted to.  Hiccup watched me intently for my answer, and was obviously puzzled by my thoughtful silence.

          Eventually, I put together my answer.  "I can't take Glowworm.  The pack needs her.  Rumble may be an alpha dragon, but he's still young, practically a hatchling.  For now, Glowworm leads the rescues, and is head of the pack.  I can't take any other dragons either.  Many are wild, and thus should be left alone.  Most of the tame dragons are either injured patients, or working dragons, or hatchlings.  I would never force any to leave the sanctuary."

          "Well, you could always just raise a hatchling from the school.  Besides, then you would have a dragon that can go anywhere, and do anything; your own personal riding dragon partner.  Most trainers get one when they come anyway, as not many other islands have tame dragons, or the knowledge to be able to train their own.  It wouldn't be strange for you to get a hatchling."

          "Alright.  I'll go to your school of dragons.  It could be a good way to get back in touch with people again.  I'll see you tomorrow to go there?"  I wondered if I would have to wait to work with the new dragons, or if I would have to stay in the sanctuary for a few months.

         "The new semester starts in three days, so we'll be getting a new class.  I'll see you then, if it sounds good to you.  Just don't be late getting to town.  We leave on the boat at 9 with the tide."

         I smiled at my old friends, looking at all of them before flipping over to go back home.  "I'll see you there!"  I waved at them over my shoulder, while Glowworm carried me back to the valley in the north.

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I love it!! Can't wait for the next chapter!

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Alright,  I'm sure some of you have seen already, but I'm hosting an art contest for Alpha's Heir!  Prize for any of the three categories is that you can add something to the story (characters, dragon species, event, etc.)  The contest page is under fanfictions, so check it out!  (It is titled Alpha's Heir Art Contest)  Have fun, and good luck!

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Chapter 5: Journey to the School of Dragons

          "But it's not fair!  I'm only 2 years younger!  Why can't I go to the school?  I want a dragon!"  The sound of Braggart whining to my mom woke me a morning three days after parting from Hiccup and the gang.

          "We're going to see how it goes.  If it goes well, then we'll see about you going next year.  For now, we need you to help with the crops."  My mother quickly shooed him out the door, and into the fields, with Braggart grumbling the whole way.  As I roll over onto my back, I hear a small creaking noise followed by a heavy weight landing on my chest!

          "Loki!  Why do you do this to me!?"

          "You need ta' be awake."  He gave one of his adorable cheshire grins, hopping off and running out, hoping to entice a game of chase.  I ignored his antics, and got ready, double checking my small saddle bags.  Inside were a few changes of clothes, some snacks, and a various few of my possessions.  My mom had insisted that I pack her book on herbs, which I knew was one of her most cherished treasures.  We would have been lost without it many a time when we were treating an injured dragon.  Beside it rested an imortant book of my own: my special copy of the dragon manual.  It had all of the information of the one kept in teh great hall in the village, but my copy had more.  It had all the added information about teh species already known, like Polarserpents, and new pages about species I had discovered, like the Deceptibite and Raptortongue.  I figured it had to be the most complete book of dragons in the entire archipelago.  Seeing everything was securely packed, I headed out into the main room of our house.

          "Morning, Cookie!  Excited to get a dragon?"  My dad affectionately came over and ruffled my hair with his enormous hands, causing all the long strands to come out of my braid and get hopelessly tangled.  I ducked from under his arm, but then circled back for a hug, knowing that I didn't want to leave on bad terms or hurt feelings.  I looked up at my tall, broad-shouldered father, knowing I would miss having him around to protect me.    
           "Yeah.  Are you sure that you'll be okay here without me?" I said, tweaking one of the braids in his dark brown beard.  His eyes sparkled with humor beneath his short hair and large helmet.

           "Of course.  Your mother and brothers will handle the fields, and they'll get plenty of help from the dragons.  I'll be fine handling the various tame residents and patients.  Glowworm will keep going on rescues.  Since the planting is just about finished, we don't have so much work to do right now.  Go enjoy yourself!  Just be sure to visit, and to write."  I hugged him again, then walked over to my mother. 

          She wrapped me in a long embrace, and I nestled into her.  "I'm going to miss your hugs."  She chuckled.  "... And your support."  She leaned back so that she could look at me.

           "You'll always have my support, no matter how far away you are.  You just won't have my hugs."

          "That makes me sad, because you have the best hugs."  I pulled closer agian so that I could lean my head down on her shoulder.  Mother's hugs always just feel safe and comforting, even for an 18 year old viking, who's taller than her own mother!   While we heard my father saying "Hey!" in the background, I felt a quick whip of hair to my face.  Opening my eyes and stepping back, I see Loki holding my mother's incredibly long braid. 

          "Alright, come here you little blond terror!"  I scooped the thin, monkey-like boy up, pulling him in for a hug.  "Who's my buddy?"

          He gave a true smile, showing his dimples.  "I'm your buddy!"

          "That's right."  I gave him a quick kiss on the top of his short hair, then set him down. 

          I looked over at Bjorn, looking ready to cry.  I kneeled down.  "Don't worry my tough little viking, I'm not leaving forever.  I'll be back soon."  I gave him a hug, and rubbed his brown curls.  His thick, strong arms came around my neck, and he buried his head in my shirt.  I just stayed rubbing his back.  "It's okay.  I love you, and I'll bring you back something fun from school."

           He snuffled, then looked up.  "Okay." 

          Standing up again, I lay eyes on the last member of my family, who just came back inside.  I open my arms.  "Come on Braggart, I'm going to leave for a long while.  Please just give me a hug."  He reluctantly comes up and gives me one, after punching my arm.  I look up at my taller younger brother.  "Don't forget to use this"  I knock on his helmet, "more than your brawns, okay?"  He gives a grin. 

          "Eh.  It's me.  I do stupid stuff as a requirement.  So, we'll see."  I laugh as I ruffle his long brown hair, or at least the hair sticking out from under his helmet.  So, with the human family goodbyes handled, I walked out to go say goodbye to my dragon family.  I knew it would be difficult for them.  Many of the residents were normally my responsibility, and now they wouldn't see me for long stretches.  I looked around me at the land of our valley-- our sanctuary.  The gentle breeze made the flags flap cheerfully, and the water sparkled in the cascades from the mountain falls.  You could hear the various dragons going about their lives in the woods, water, and caves all around.  I sighed.  How would I be able to leave for so long at a time?  While contemplating that thought, I shouldered the saddlebags, and went off to look for Glowworm.

          Over an hour later, I still hadn't found her.  I had long since abandoned my saddlebags at the top of the pass, where I had first gone to see if she was waiting to go flying.  I checked the fields, where I said a second round of  goodbyes to my siblings and mother.  I looked at the lake, where I blew Wellspring a kiss before moving on.  I looked through the woods, and at the bay, not finding her anywhere.  Eventually, I looped back to  the house, dreading the worst.  I found my father in the riding dragon stable.  "Have you seen Glowworm, Dad?  I cant find her anywhere!"

          He looked at me, a note of apology in his hazel eyes.  "I did.  She left with Storm Surge, Tempest, Flora, and Beast about an hour ago, just before you woke up.  She obviously had a very big and important rescue to go on to take so many dragons with her.  I didn't tell you at first, because I was hoping that she would be back by now."

          I collapsed inwardly.  No dragons?  All the riding dragons, as well as the working dragons, had left to go on a rescue.  I had been looking forward to spending a last, wonderful flight with Glowworm before leaving to go to the school.  Not only that, it would be a very long walk down to the village, and I had been expecting to need less than an hour to get there on dragon-back!  How would I get there now?  It was a 3-hour cart ride!  But Tempest and Storm Surge weren't here to pull it.  If they were here, I would have just ridden Tempest there anyway.  Walking was going to take even longer, especially with my saddlebags to carry.

          I mentally went through the remaining options.  Tame a wild dragon from the valley?  No, to achieve a safe flight of that distance, it would take longer to train the dragon than I had available.  What about the tame residents?  Well, Wellspring was certainly willing to fly with me, but his terrible sense fo direction meant that I couldn't just take him.  When I left him to get on the boat, he wouldn't be able to find his way back here!  Tinscale, Munchball, Snuffle Snort, and Rumble are all far too small to be ridden.  None of the patients should even be considered.  The wild but friendly dragons are still too skittish to be safe to ride.  I groaned.  How am I going to make it to the village on time!?

          I sunk to a sitting position by our central well, feeling defeated.  It looked like I was going to have to walk.  I felt a gentle nudge on my shoulder.  I slowly looked up, facing into the warm golden eyes of dear old Bullheart.  He's one of the oldest dargons in the sanctuary, and regarded as a survivor because of his greatest battle-wound: his missing left front leg.  He lost it back in the old Viking-Dragon Wars years ago, but he never let it slow him down; well, that is, slow him down more than the average Gronckle!

          He laid down next to me, and I rubbed him under his chin.  He started humming, and I just let his sense of peace calm me.  Once I was feeling better, a new thought came to me.  I looked him in the eyes, and I could tell he understood.  "Bullheart, will you please fly just one more time, for me?"  The great black-brown Gronckle rose to his feet, and I put my bags on his back.  I climbed on, and he started to flap his wings.  At first, they were feeble, but they started gaining speed and strength.  I started to worry some.  He hadn't flown for years, not since shortly after coming into the sanctuary.  Could he even still do it?  We slowly lifted into the air, and moved towards the mountain pass.  As we came over the fields, my family gasped below at the sight of Bullheart flying, and me riding him.

          I waved and shouted farewell as we flew on, hearing the dim "Safe flight!", "Write soon!", and "Bring me a dragon!"  that they shouted up at me.  Though he hadn't flown in years, Bullheart clearly hadn't forgotten anything.  He flew with very few pauses, and only a slight amount of jerking.  Though not nearly as fast as Glowworm, I was incredibly happy to not have to walk the whole way to the village.  I leaned over and patted his cheek.  "Thanks Bullheart.  This means the world to me."  He gave out a happy growl as a reply, and we continued on in silence.  We took a leisurely pace, mostly because that was all the old Gronckle could handle.  I didn't want to push; I was just happy for a ride.  All in all, it was about 2 hours, so it was a little less than a cart ride, and far shorter than walking.  We landed at the platform at the top of the steps to the pier.  Hiccup and Toothless were waiting for us.  I looked aroudn for other students, the gang, or at least the boat.  To my great dismay, it was a far speck on the sea; we had missed it.

          "I was hoping you were still coming.  I was waiting here for you, and told the others to go on ahead and make use of the outgoing tide and strong wind.  Who's this?"  I looked at Hiccup, relieved to see he wasn't the smalles bit angry or upset.

          "This is Bullheart.  He's a big sweetheart, so he is giving me a ride."

           "He looks pretty tired.  Is he okay?"

           "He's one of the oldest dragons in the sanctuary, and do you maybe have somewhere he could rest before flying back home?"  Hiccup helped me tuck him into a cozy little stable near the harbor.  Then he offered to take me to the island.  On the way, we spoke more about what had happened to cause this.  I told him of Glowworm's disappearance, and of Bullheart taking flight to help me.  Then he told me of what had happened here.

          "We all met early, the new students, Gobber, the gang, Toothless, and I.  We were going to all just ride the boat, but with the tide going out, we decided to leave a little early.  When you still hadn't arrived after another 15 minutes, we knew they would have to leave, or else the tide would start to turn.  The foreign students from farther islands  were here about a day ago, and the last two from a closer island landed this morning.  As you were the only one unaccounted for, I stayed so that you would be able to get to school."  He told me all of this over the sound of Toothless' strong flaps and the wind rushing by.  "Then you showed up, an hour later, not on your sleek, fast Night Fury, but on an ancient old Gronckle who hasn't flown for 4 years."  He said this last sentence with the sound of a laugh, not being upset, but seeing the humor behind it all.  I was just glad to be going at all, after all the trouble I went through.  We finished up our conversation just as the enormous island that housed the school came into view.  I gasped at the sight.  "Pretty impressive, huh?  It's strong and protected, and it is great for keeping new riders out of trouble."  I just nodded as I looked over the enormous ring of mountains.  We flew through a cave, and out into an open caldera, in which were various seastacks, beaches, and islands.  I saw waterfalls, hills, and of course, many enormous buildings!  Even more impressive were the many dragons and riders.  The colors and species were as varied as the dialects and languages spoken by the vikings.  We passed over the first building, and I saw Gobber and the gang leading what looked like the rest of my class into a large cave, flanked by waterfalls.  "That's the hatchery.  You'll get your dragon in there.  It's the first thing you do when you get to school. Now you better hold on!"  HIccup had to shout a little over all the sounds of dragons and vikings.  He then tucked Toothless into a dive, and we zoomed in through the entrance, catching up to the rest of the group.

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Chapter 6: "Pick Your Partner Carefully..."

          We landed beside Hookfang and Snotlout, who greeted me with, "Babe!  You made it!  I knew you couldn't ressist seeing me again."  Astrid slapped her forehead, and Gobber roller his eyes.  I decidedly ignored him, and joined the rest of my class.  Looking around me I saw a pretty motley group ranging in age from 15 to 20.  I saw local kids and foreigners, boys and girls.  It was pretty evenly distributed, overall.  Though, since there are usually two from evey island, as Hiccup had explained back at the training arena a few days ago, I had assumed it would be pretty even.  We all turned to Gobber, who started addressing our group.

          "Alright, youngsters.  Today is the first day of your life of dragon training.  For the next several years, you'll live mainly here at the school.  You will have adventures, fun, work, lessons, and many more experiences.  You will make friends, and join a clan, though those are not requirements.  There are not many rules, though we do expect a certain level of maturity from the trainees.  Any break in behavior, or disregard for the leaders will be disciplined, with possible expulsion, with your dragon being kept in possesion of the school."  I saw several other students looking around nervously, straightening up, and paying better attention.  A few rolled their eyes and muttered to their neighbors.  Gobber's stern glare quickly reverted to his usual gruff cheerfulness.  "But we shan't have to worry about that with you, now will we?"

          At this point, Hiccup and the gang took over.  "Through this gate is the path to the Hatchery.  Inside are nests of various dragon species.  You will each get to pick one of the eggs, and from this egg will hatch your new partner.  Each dragon is different in appearance and personality, as well as size and shape, so before we open the gates, we are going to tell you a bit about the various species inside."  At this point, Gobber stepped back around a corner, disappearing from sight.  As Hiccup said each of the species names, the rider with that particular dragon stepped forward, so that the students could get a good look at their dragon.  "There is the Hideous Zippelback..."  Ruff, Tuff, Barf, and Belch stepped forward, which ended with the twins fighting in a pile on the ground, while their dragons laughed before picking each up by the head.  "The Gronckle..."  Fishlegs stepped up, and Meatlug came up and nuzzled him, then sat down panting.  "The Monstrous Nightmare..."

          Snotlout leaped to the front, and yelled out, "No one can take this beast but the most extremely talented and strong vikings, like me!  He's a vicious beast!"

          "But Snotlout... Hookfang is a female dragon..."  I'm not quite sure who shouted it out, but this caused several laughs.

          "He is not!  He's a strong GUY dragon!"  Seeming displeased with this sentence, Hookfang spat a little liquid fire onto Snotlout's helmet, and knocked him over with her tail.  He quickly jumped back up, his horns smoking, and said, "See, he's proving what a powerful guy he is!"  At this Hookfang grabbed him in her jaws, and carried Snotlout back behind the rest of the gang.  She then dropped him to the floor, and pinned him there with her wings.  Hookfang then looked over at Hiccup, as if to say, "Proceed."

          "Alright then, moving on.  Next is the Deadly Nadder."  Astrid walked up with Stormfly, then did a stylish flip onto her back.  They then proceeded to "juggle" her around, with her ending on top of Stormfly's head.  At this point, Gobber came back around the corner, leading two dragons with him.  Hiccup drew our attention over to them.  "We also have two new groups here with us.  Recently, some Thunderdrums and Whispering Deaths, usually wild dragons, decided to also have a nest down in the Nursery.  So, we also are offereing them as partners.  Be warned though, they are still very hard to work with, and we only have a few, as not that many have left their eggs her yet.  So, if you want one, you better get to their nests quickly."  In response, the Whispering Death whipped its tail around, doing a few twists, and the Thunderdrum let out an earsplitting roar, causing many to cover their ears.

          "Before we open the gates, we're going to let you have some time to think, and talk to various trainers about their draogns.  Ask as many questions as you want.  Go explore the school a little.  In around an hour, you'll hopefully have made your decision on what species you would like, and then we will meet back here."  Gobber tapped his hand on the lever to the hatchery gate. "At that point, we'll let you in and you can choose your egg.  Just remember to pick your partner carefully; you're stuck together for life.  Alright now, go off, make your decision."

          We all walked out to the main plaza just outside the Hatchery.  The air was filled with excited chatter as vikings tried to decide which dragon they thought was coolest, the best fit, or would impress their friends the most.  Since we had walked inside, several of the students who were already trainers at the school had landed aroudn the hatchery entrance.  The new students gazed in awe, and several let out impressed whistles.  Every color of the rainbow in all the species Hiccup had just told us about stood before us.  We slowly started walking up and asking questions about temperment, speed, abilities, and other similar traits.  While most stayed in the plaza to ask questions, I disappeared around a corner, wanting some quiet time to think.  I would be back in an hour.

          I quickly found a set of switchbacks up the mountain.  I followed them to the top, and sat looking down over the school from the top of a waterfall.  I watched all the movement, which was both synchronized and dizzying at the same time.  I started thinking to myself: who would be my partner?

          It's not like I haven't worked my way around most of these species of dragons before.  I thought.  This shouldn't be so hard.  I know most of the answers to the questions the others are asking.  So, which will it be? ...  As my thoughts swam in circles, I didn't notice a rider landing behind me on the cliff top, then make his way over.

          "Shouldn't you be down there, oohing and aahing over the dragons?"  I startled as I heard this voice, and started to fall over, towards the edge.  I probably would have fallen off, except for the quick actions of my intruder.  As my body leaned towards the edge, his arm gently started pulling me back.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to scare you.  I just thought that you should be enjoying this more, and down there with the rest of the students."

          "Didn't you hear Gobber?  Making friends is optional.  Though I guess running into you again is mandatory."  I finally turned to face him: Arlan Erlend.  "So, why aren't you down there answering questions?"

          He looked slightly guilty for a second, but this quickly disappeared to be replaced by confidence and a false look of hardship.  Holding his hand to his forehead, he said, "There are far too many girls in this group!"

          "Oh, yes.  To be plagued wherever you go.  It must be terrible."  I dryly ignored his winsome smile.  He may have startled me the first and second times, but I would not let him get the best of me again!

          His face started pouting as he sat down beside me.  "Yes, it really is trying.  So, have you decided on your partner on this journey of self-discovery to the top of the school?"  His pointed question threw me for a loop.  Would his actions ever stop doing that?  He could tell by my silence that the answer was a resounding 'no'.  "I may suggest a Nadder, and I'm not just saying that because of Flare here, though she is the best girl in the whole world."  At this compliment, his dragon curled up around his side, laing down on the cliff top.  "You seemed to have  a special bond with that gray and blue one in the market.  I was rather surprised not to see you bring her."

          I sighed.  "No, I could never bring Storm Surge.  She is one of our dirt dragons, and so my family needs her to help out in the fields.  Besides, between teh pair, I would rather bring her brother Tempest.  He is much calmer and easier to work with."

          "Tempest?  I don't remember him."

          "That's because instead of jumping on top of me, he was sleeping under our cart.  You probably didn't notice him."  I was starting to feel a little calmer and relaxed.  He was right.  I knew Nadders the best out of the dragons.  I did like the happy and loving personality of Gronckles, and Zippelbacks are quite easy to train.  I had known wild Thunderdrums, and of course Sand Surfer the Whispering Death, so I knew both of those species.  I didn't know much about Nightmares, but that was the least of my worries.  So, leave the rare dragons to be fought over by others.  I would take a Nadder.  Arlan was quietly watching me think, which was a welcome relief from his dramatics.  "You're right.  I know Nadders, and so I will train one."

          We stood up simultaneously, causing him to grin, and me to just roll my eyes at his expression.  "Could you use a ride to the bottom?  Your hour is up."  Looking down, I saw everyone regrouping, so I knew he was correct.

          "Alright.  Just don't do any sort of fancy flying like the other day."

          He gave a small bow, not unlike the one from the market.  "Wouldn't dream of it, Miss Dragon Nip."  He cradled his hands, and helped me up onto Flare.  He then hopped up behind me, and we gently glided down to the Hatchery.  As I slipped off to follow my class, he called out a gentle, "Good luck.  See you soon, Dragon Nip."  I didn't even turn.  I just walked stiff-backed into the Hatchery, followed by the sound of his laugh.

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In that last chapter you said

In that last chapter you said that Hookfang was a girl when according to the Httyd wiki he is a boy. Just thought I should point that out.

 

I am really enjoying your story. :) I can't wait to read more.

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Main Dragon's Name: Shadowloner

 

Main Dragon Type: Changewing

 

Clan: The Silent Spectors

 

Clan Position: Leader

 

Here are the links to some of the suggestions I have made. Please take a look at them and let me know what you think.

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/showing-how-long-each-member-has-been-clan

 

If you are curious to hear who/what Big John is read the story at this link http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/big-john

 

A list of fun game threads that I have joined or plan on joining:

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/post-last-song-you-heard

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/you-banned-minigame

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/song-guesser-forum-game

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/how-well-are-you-known-game

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/finish-song-verse-game

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/would-you-rathergame

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/slap-keyboard

 

http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/2-truths-fib

 

My favorite quotes are these:

 

"When you're starving, you become sad. And when you're sad, you become hungry." ― Wendell

 

"A planned life is a closed life, it can be endured, but it cannot be lived." ― Hsien Chang of Yang Cheng from the movie "The Inn of the Sixth Happiness"

 

Things I feel are important to remember:

 

"It is important to be an immovable wall against bullying, but one should be careful that they don't become the bullier."

 

Pictures of my main dragon Shadowloner

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Poking fun. (And making references)

I'm glad you're enjoying it.  I don't get a lot of comments, as it is still really new, so it's nice to get a compliment to know that people are reading it and wanting more, as opposed to be turned away by the long chapters.  (I'm not sure if you've read it yet, but you would probably also like Touch of Ice, by Strawberryfiz.  We're having fun and putting each other's main characters into our stories.  Check it out! ;) )

 

As to Hookfang's gender, I know that in the second movie, and in the series, he is male, but there were a couple times when it was said to the contrary.  (I don't count the first movie, because we don't really know much about the dragons personally)  I was having some fun at the fact that the first place where we really learn about the genders of specific dragons, The Gift of the Night Fury, Hookfang is seen surrounded by a nest of infant Monstrous Nightmares, and then Snotlout is seen with one of them.  I take that to mean, since Stormfly and Meatlug, the other two known female dragons, also have hatchlings, that Hookfang is female.   Wouldn't it seem odd for Hookfang to be a male, all alone, no other nearby Nightmare around as the potential mother, and with a nest of hatchlings?  Besides, in my mind it makes sense that if she really is female, yet Snotlout continually refers to her as male, would be the cause of a lot of her actions towards Snotlout, and the root of their... special relationship. 

Besides, it is also kind of my reference back to the books, which also make her a female (though her name is Fireworm)

 

Are you a good artist?  Have you considered joining in the contest?

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Long chapters are really fun

Long chapters are really fun to read, especially when the reader like me is book-aholic. No I am not a good artist sadly. I have tried to draw ect. multiple times and ended up with disasterous results. My sister Asgerd is beginning to draw some and I think she is pretty good at it. I might see if I can get her to enter the contest. I am more interested in cooking and learning traditional Kung Fu forms. The latter of those mentioned I have ended up stopping on.

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I love books as well. :)  That's one of the reasons I love writing.  I'm even happy writing school essays! XD  I'm an... okay...  artist, so that is why I am hosting the art contest, instead of just posting my own art.  It would be great if your sister joined in.  The more the merrier!  All art is appreciated, no matter the type. 

(By the way, sorry about the kung fu...  But, I love cooking/baking too!)

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Actually..

Actually I think you mean Bookworm.

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Love your story 

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Chapter 7: Egg Snatching

          We all stood where we had recently stood, waiting patiently, or in some cases, impatiently, for Gobber to pull the lever and open the gates.  I looked around.  It seemed most students were tensing up, probably getting ready to go storming off after one of the Thunderdrum or Whispering Death eggs, or to at least be the first at a nest and get the optimal choice.  I didn't care, or follow their lead.  I knew that since Nadders are one of the most common that there would be plenty of eggs.  Besides, they wouldn't leave a viking without a dragon, right?  That was the whole point of this school...

          "Oh, and one last thing.  To keep the school mixed, and make sure that all dragon eggs are hatched within a proper timeframe, we only put out one nest of each species to choose from.  So, better have a back-up choice!"  Gobber chuckled darkly, then pulled the lever.

          I stood there, taking a second to realize what Gobber's statement meant, what it implied, and then dashed after the backs of my fellow classmates.  I knew that if I didn't get a Nadder egg, I would be stuck scrambling for whatever other egg I could find.  I probably wouldn't get much of a choice in what dragon I would get to train.  Because of my pause, I was now at the back of the pack.  As we crossed the threshold into the actual tunnel, it started to quickly get hotter.  A red glow started creeping up the tunnel walls.  As we finally reached the end of it and emerged into another cavern, we saw the source: a large pool of lava.  While several people stopped, shocked either by the intense heat, or the sight of actual lava, I kept moving, starting to work my way to the back of the cave.  There I saw signs above various nests, and I knew that was were I wanted to be.  It didn't take long until the others snapped out of their daze, and started working their way to the back as well.

          I quickly passed by the Thunderdrum and Whispering Death nests, were several people quickly dived in, or stood with a mad or puzzled expression.  The few eggs were quickly in the hands of some of the first vikings, though others like me were passing by without a glance.  I flew past the other nests, seeing only a mash of vikings either running, leaping, or tackling their fellows to get out of the crush and to their desired nest.  I finally saw the last nest in front of me: the Nadders.  I also saw a large group gathered around, looking for their desired egg.  I saw several walking away, looking confused.  I gave them a quick glance, not sure what would make them be confused.  I could understand angry that they couldn't get in to grab an egg, or worse, that they were too late.  I could even understand being anxious or worried about choosing the right dragon. 

           I tried to get through the large crush of vikings, but was quickly pushed back by flailing bodies.  I quickly tried another dive into the fray, to only recieve a kick to the gut.  Alright, I guess I better wait a second, and then give it another go when someone works their way out.  Then I'll have a hole in the crowd to go through.  After having this thought, I looked over at the vikings around me that weren't throwing punches or looking like they were in a rugby game.  I saw a tall guy, probably about two years younger than me, with flaming red hair, watching with a calm expression.   I nodded at him, then jerked my thumb at the nest.  "How can you watch so calmly?  Aren't you afraid of not getting an egg?"

           He looked a little surprised.  "No.  My egg is in there.  I'll get it.  No one will take it."  I gave him a questioning look, one that said 'Are you sure you should be here?  You sound like you belong tied to a mast.'

          Then another thought came to me, one that would mean that he might not be crazy.  "Did you... pay for an egg?  Is that how you know that you'll get the one you want?"

          He looked even more confused, and slightly distressed.  "No, no.  I only just found out about the school right before I got chosen to come and represent my island.  But... My egg is in there.  Can't you feel it?" 

          All of a sudden, several people got tossed out of the rugby scrum, and then went scurrying off to other nests.  I grabbed the shirt of a passing girl.  "Are there eggs left!?"  I was probably rougher than I needed to be, but I was hot, and frustrated at the red-head's confusing answer, and my people skills weren't the best after isolation in the mountains for six years. 

          She flinched back from my unexpected ferocity, but answered all the same.  "Yes, there's still some eggs.  But, my egg isn't there.  I got there, and it felt wrong.  My egg is over there somewhere."  She gestured back towards the other nests.  I let her go, and she quickly walked off, obviously looking for wherever 'her' egg was. As more people dispersed, leaving the remaining eggs, I ran up to the nest, arriving in time to see three eggs left.  Red-head walked up calmly, meeting me beside the nest.  He looked slightly awed and smug at the same time, looking at a brightly colored teal egg.  Obviously this was the one he thought was 'his' egg.  All of a sudden, as he reached down to get it, and I was looking at the remaining two eggs, a skinny boy with long black hair and scary eyes pushed up between us, knocking both of us aside.   

          "Hey!  What's that for?"  He gave me a malicious grin, which immediately struck me as having the same qualities you would see on a skull- scary, and dead.  Red-head was generous enough to help me up, watching Scary-boy seize the beautiful brightly colored egg.

          "Have fun picking a new dragon."  He chuckled cruelly, then started streaking off to the lava.  Not thinking, I dashed after him, leaving a devasted viking behind me, mourning the loss of 'his' egg.  As I followed his path, winding between vikings, I immediately sensed something off.  I wanted to go back to the nest- something was calling me.  I pushed the feeling aside, just wanting to stop the thief in his attempted robbery.  Just as he was getting close to the hatching baskets, I tackled him to the ground, causing him to drop the egg.  We tussled, and I tried to pin him, while he squirmed like a snake, punching and lashing out.  I felt him connect with my ear, making me see stars, but I didn't care.  I managed to get his arms, but I could tell I was losing.  Just as he was about to turn the tides to his favor, Gobber came over, grabbing the scruffs of our necks. 

          "What's going on here?!"  his voice boomed with anger, grabbing everyone's attention. 

          "This crazy girl attacked me while I was coming to hatch my egg."

          I immediately shouted out, "Not true!  You stole it!!  It's not yours!"

          Gobber stared daggers at the two of us.  Looking at Scary-boy, he said, "I didn't tell you to hatch them yet.  We were only getting them, not hatching until everyone had one."  The boy just glared back.  Then Gobber turned to me.  "And just because he got an egg you liked, does not mean he stole it."

          My emotions got the better of me, causing me to start quickly and loudly correcting him- I hated being thought of as wrong.  "He didn't.  And it wasn't my egg.  It's his!"  I quickly pointed back at Red-head, who had come up closer, following us. 

          Gobber looked over at him.  "What's your name, boy?"

          "Kellelen, sir."

          "Kellelen, is this true?  Did this boy steal your egg?  Remember the punishments I said earlier."  You could practically feel the threat in Gobber's voice.  I had a feeling if he hadn't known me better, he would have been giving me quite the lashing.

          "Yes.  I knew my egg was in that nest, and that it was that one.  I had my hand on it, about to pick it up, and he," he looked over to glare at the other boy, the first negative expression I had seen on him, "ran up, knocked me and her away, snatched the egg, and ran off to go hatch it before anyone could get it back."  He started talking really fast now.  "If she hadn't gone after it, I am afraid I would have lost it."  He finished abruptly, looking at the bright egg on the floor.  The girl from earlier picked it up, and handed it to Kellelen, who had a thankful expression on his face. 

          With everyone watching, Gobber carried us like kittens back to the Nadder nest, where he dropped us like a sack of potatoes.  The last two eggs still sat, seeming lonely in the big nest.  Being close to it again, I felt better.  This must have been what Kellelen had been talking about- his egg being here, and feeling it.  I could feel my egg here, too.  Before I could do anything, Scary-boy dove in, grabbed the spiny, dark toned egg, and ran back towards the crowd, disappearing as he called out, "Ha!  I still got an egg, but you don't get a choice!  Have fun with whatever stupid dragon is inside it!".  Ignoring him, I gently picked up the last egg, hugging it safely to my chest.  It's smooth green shell fit perfectly to my body as I cradled it.  This was my dragon, my Nadder, my partner.  It was right-- I knew it. 

          Gobber then had us line up, using the hatching baskets by the lava pit to help the young dragons break free.  I was one of the last in line.  It seemed in all the commotion, both Kellelen and Scary-boy had gotten separated from me.  That was just fine- I had had enough excitement, and my head was starting to ache from the fight.  Finally, I got to the front of the line.  I sat my egg in, dropped it into the lava, then pulled it back up.  As it started to jump, cracks appearing, I grew intensely excited.  I couldn't wait to see my dragon!!  Finally, it fell open, and the young green hatchling shook itself of the shell.  I stared in shock- how could this be?!?

          "Ha!!!  You didn't even get a Nadder!  And better than that, you got the world's only Monstrous Nightmare RUNT!!!"  From out of nowhere, Scary-boy was looking over my shoulder at my dragon, laughing his head off in glee.  A dark black and brown Nadder sat on his head, matching it's riders dark hair and demeanor.  Beside him, another boy with dirty blond hair and gray eyes was laughing as well, his gray and brown Whispering Death wrapped around his shoulders like a dirty scarf.  I glared at them, just picking up my small hatchling, who snuffled at my arm, shivering. 

         "It's cowardly, too!  This is too great!  A runt, cowardly Nightmare, who isn't even a proper color!!!"  They both were abruptly knocked over the head by Gobber's hookhand.  He then grabbed my shoulder, leading me, and the rest of the class, out of the Hatchery.

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          I looked around me and sighed, causing my new hatchling to look at me with sad, questioning eyes.  "It's alright, Oakheart, it's not you."  I picked him up, stroking his warm, smooth back, more for my own comfort than his.  "This is going to be a lot harder than I thought, getting used to all the changes and people."  I gave another glance around the tiny first year cabin, knowing that it wouldn't be any different than two seconds ago when I had walked in.  Being barely fifteen by ten feet, it seemed overcrowded by the two beds and single dresser that were it's only furniture.  Out back, as a newer add-on, it seemed, was a tiny bathroom. 

          "Don't get too comfortable."  Gobber had told us, as he had settled us into our cabins, which were divided by which island we came from. 

          This had been answered by an, "As if we could." by Scary-boy's friend with the Whispering Death.  Gobber would normally not have taken to this kind of comment, but it seemed that he had said it quietly enough that it didn't reach anyone else but me and Scary-boy, who had chuckled.

          We had walked in, and gotten as comfortable as we could, which wasn't very at all.  With low ceilings to add to the small space, I knew that I wouldn't be able to spend much time at all in there before going crazy.  The young boy who was to be my roommate looked over at me.  "Are you okay?"  Even though he had to be fifteen, because this was the youngest you could be to attend, his enormous brown eyes and short, small build made him seem much younger. I looked over at him, cuddled on his bed with a black and red Nightmare hatchling curled beside him.

          "Yeah.  Today has just been rough.  I need some sleep." 

          "You were the girl from Berk who got left behind because you were late, right?  Then, you got here on Toothless, and then you disappeared, and rode on the fire Nadder, and then you fought for someone's egg, and then Gobber got mad, and you got the last egg, and it wasn't the dragon you wanted, and then Gobber kept his hand on your shoulder until we got here so that nothing else funny could happen to you, right?"  He said this in one long sentence, rushing through it in a jumble of sounds.

          His antics actually made me chuckle a little, which might have been his reason for talking so funny.  Either that, or he was just overexcited from the day.  I wouldn't blame him, it sounded pretty exciting when you said it like that.  "Yes, that's me.  I'm Frostfire.  I live far up North in Berk.  This is Oakheart."  I pointed to the miniature leaf-colored dragon on my shoulder.  "He wasn't what I was expecting, but he was the dragon I wanted.  So, who are you?  I'm assuming that you're from Berk as well, since we're sharing a cabin."

          "I'm Boulder.  This is Flash Fang.  How did you ride the fire Nadder?"

          "Well, it's nice to meet you, Boulder.  Uuummm, that Nadder's name is Flare, and I know her rider.  He saw me all alone at the top of a cliff, and he offered to give me a ride when we saw everyone coming back to get their eggs." 

          "It was so cool!  I can't wait until Flash Fang is big enough to ride!"  I chuckled again.  Even though he was a teenager, his enthusiasm was on par with that of a ten-year-olds.  I hefted my saddlebag onto my shoulder, wanting to unpack into the chest before I went to bed.  As I picked it up, it moved slightly, causing me to freeze.  "What's in there?"  Boulder seemed more curious than nervous.  I gently placed it back on the floor, and ever so slowly lifted the flap...

          "Tinscale!"  I burst out at the sight of my naughty little terror.  "You should be at home, you bad boy.  However did you get in there?"  I pulled him out, and pushed the bag under my bed.  I'd sort it later.  I went over to my bed, and plopped down, Tinscale still in my arms.  Oakheart crawled off my shoulder, wanting to inspect the new arrival.  "What am I going to do with you?"

          "I heard that there's a Terrible Terror post office on the far side of the school.  We could take him there, and you could have him take your parents a letter.  Or, he could stay and roost there, and become your personal mail dragon." 

          "Not a bad idea.  But I'm too tired to go exploring tonight.  For now, he's staying here."  I pulled my covers, and crawled in, relieved that at least my roommate was helpful and seemed to like me, and not want to tease me, or my odd dragons.

 

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          I woke up the next morning when it was just starting to get light.  It was pretty quiet, so I took Tinscale and went looking for the post office.  It was right where Boulder had said, near the entrance to the race courses.  I opened the door, and saw many large cubby holes dotting the wall behind, kind of like a honeycomb.  Inside each was a Terrible Terror, and behind the counter was an older girl, probably on her last year of school.  "May I help you?  We send mail here, either to other students, or to the various homelands of the students."

          "Umm, I have a Terror who followed me from home.  What do you think I should do with him?"

          She eyed up Tinscale, who was happily perched on my head, looking at the other Terrors.  "I suggest that you send him home.  If you're doing that, you might as well send a letter, too."  I nodded.  I picked up some of the papers and a quill from the counter, and went over to one of the small tables to write. 

Dear Dad, Mom, Braggart, Bjorn, Loki, and dragons,

          I really miss all of you!  As you can see, Tinscale here managed to sneak his way to the school with me.  (He hid in my bag.)  I guess that it's not all bad... He can bring you my first letter!  Anyway, it's been an exciting first day at school. 

          My dragon is a leaf green Monstrous Nightmare, named Oakheart.  He's adorable, but he's also a runt, and very easily scared.  I had some interesting experiences while getting his egg...

I went on to describe all of what had happened in the hatchery, as well as my journey to the village.

I can't wait to see you, and I hope that everyone is safe.  Has Glowworm returned yet?  If she has, give everyone on the rescue party hugs for me!  Has Bullheart made it home safe as well?  Please just give everyone there my love!!  I miss you all so much!!  School is so loud and noisy and different!!!

          Lots of love,

                    Frostfire and Oakheart

I finished up writing, and gave it a few minutes to dry.  Then, I gave it, and Tinscale, to the girl behind the counter.  "It will be a few days before we send him out.  We always send them in groups, which makes it easier on all of them to travel long distances.  He'll leave as soon as we get a few more letters."

          I walked out the door, one dragon less, and followed my nose to a larger building, with good smells coming from it.  I pushed open the door, and saw a carbon copy of the Great Hall on Berk!  Walking between the tables, I quickly reached the hearth, were the delicious smells were coming from.  As I sat happily eating the porridge, I started to feel more optimistic.  Things couldn't be so bad, could they?  I would get through this.

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I looooooove this story! I'm really glad you told me about it!!!! It's a lot like Harry Potter, because they all live at the school, and get put into their own cabins so they can be with people from the same place as them. And it has so much detail, and stuff happens that's not normal. Usually, the characters already have a dragon, or they actually get the right dragon for that nest! And no one has a special sanctuary, or anything not known in the franchise! 

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Thanks for the support!

Thank you very much for your enthusiastic support.  I'm glad to know that people are enjoying my writing!  I promise to bring more chapters soon.  Keep writing your story as well!

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Chapter 9: In the Great Hall

          As I sat eating porridge, the girl from the post office walked in, her brown hair and eyes gleaming in the gentle fire light.  She sat down a short distance beside me, along with another girl, whose green eyes danced with the reflected flames.  At first, they seemed oblivious to my presence, and that of my smaller-than-average Nightmare.  Boy, I still don't feel comfortable around strangers. I thought, getting up.  As I went to leave, they finally seemed to see me.

          "Hey, you're the girl from earlier, right?  You came in with your own Terror."  I turned back to face them, unsure if they were going to end up being friend or foe.

          I slowly drew out the one word I could think to say, "Yeeesssss."  It seemed more of a question than a reply, betraying my uncertainty.  She looked over at her companion, then patted the bench beside her.  After I hesitated again, she gave a small chuckle.

         "Hey, I don't bite.  Neither does my dragon.  I've heard from Asgardnia here that you had a rather rough first day."  The black-haired girl beside her looked down at the table, seeming slightly shy about being talked about.  "Now why don't you come sit down with us, and stop feeling like such an outsider."   But that's what I've always been, an outsider.  I thought to myself, sitting down next to her.  I've been away from others for years!  I slowly put my half-full bowl back on the table, and started to eat again.  I could feel her eyes on me.  "Now, I know you can talk, and act like a normal person, because you were just fine in the post office.  What's different here?"

          I looked up into her curious gaze, her friend peering around her side.  "Uuhh...  I just don't feel comfortable approaching people on my own.  At the post office, I was there to do a job, and so were you.  Here, it's different.  We're just, around."  I went back to my porridge, hoping that maybe I could play off my unexpected shyness as hunger. 

         "Well, why don't we just start over, then.  I'm Vica, and this is my friend Asgardnia.  Now, who are you?"

         "I'm Frostfire, and this is Oakheart."  Upon hearing his name, he scampered across the table to sniff at her hand. 

         "Wow!  He's so small!  Even Loki is bigger than he is!"  Asgardnia picked her hatchling off of her lap, setting the green, gold, and black Nadder on the table next to Oakheart.  Just as Oakheart started to approach the other dragon, the doors banged open.

          "Ah!!  My favorite group of ladies!"  Snotlout banged down on the bench opposite us, obviously glad to have a group of girls to himself, and no sign of Arlan anywhere.

          "Snotlout.  How you doing?"  Vica grinned at him, a long-time comradery evident between them.

         "Awesome, same as always.  Hookfang and I just beat the current record for the race time on Fortune Falls."

         "It seems that I'll have to go out there and show you what racing is really like."

         "Oh yeah?  If I remember properly, I could beat you at any track..."

          It continued back and forth between them like this for quite a while, the competitve natures flaring at each other.  As the energy built, I felt that I was starting to see the real side of Vica: hot-headed and determined to win.  Eventually, they went out, each decided that they were going to prove that they were the best racer.

          "Whew.  I was hoping they would leave before I got sucked into another wild ride on Nesa."  Asgardnia breathed a sigh of relief, turning to smile at me.

          Now that it was one on one, I felt more comfortable.  I really am not usually a shy person, so I just didn't know what had come over me earlier.  "Who's Nesa?"

          She gave  a slightly derisive snort.  "Vica's great gray beast of a Nightmare.  She is just as competitive and fiery as her rider.  Also, she likes to try to beat Hookfang, as they're distantly related.  So... all this adds up to me getting sucked into riding her with Vica."

          I started to say, "That doesn't sound too bad.", but was quickly interrupted by her upheld finger.

          "While they race Snotlout and Hookfang.  And you know what those two are like, and what kind of race courses they enjoy."

         I had never seen Hookfang before yesterday, but, considering that it seemed that Snotlout hadn't changed much, I could guess at it, and gave a sympathetic wince.

          We ate in silence a few minutes, then she looked up at me.  "You know, the pretty much the whole school is talking about you.  You have to be one of the first students to become virtually famous overnight."

          "Yeah?"  I gave a quick, angry breath.  "Famous for what?  For being late?  For getting into a fight the first day of school?  For getting the world's only miniature Monstrous Nightmare?"  I strung out my list of embarrasments, wondering which would become my long-running accomplishment that everyone remembered.

          She gave a sarcastic laugh.  "Pretty much all of the above."  I smacked my bowl away, making her and the dragons jump.  I collapsed onto my arms on the tabletop, wishing that I could just disappear.  Or go back to being thought of as dead.  Either or.  She quickly seemed to realize that this was bothering me more than I had originally let on, and softened her slightly bitter tones.  "It's not so bad, you know.  I heard that Gobber got most of the blame for the hatchery incidents, not you."  I didn't look up, wishing I could just fade away into the table.   She continued on.  "Normally it's the headmaster that gets everyone introduced to the school, and directs them in getting a hatchling.  He couldn't be here the first day for some reason, so he had Gobber fill in instead.  Gobber did it totally differently, from what the other students said.  The Headmaster just lets everyone go in, and find the egg that they can sense is theirs.  That's how it normally works.  Gobber turned it into this mad competition, causing a lot of outbursts.  People wanted certain dragons, and so just fought for them, instead of calmly walking around until they found their specific egg.  So, don't worry.  I don't think that you'll get in trouble.  Besides, there was the fact that you rescued someone else's egg.  It would have been terrible had it hatched for someone else.  The bond is never the same as if the dragon chooses you."  I finally looked up, thankful that this almost complete stranger would go to the trouble of trying to make me feel better.  The two hatchlings started nuzzling up to me as well, bringing out a trembling laugh.

          "Thanks."

          She gave a shrug, seeming embarrassed.  "It's nothing.  That's what friends are for."

          It hit me like Thor's hammer descending from the heavens: I had a friend.  "Soooo, where are you from?"  Now that I knew that I had a friend, I wanted to know all about her. 

         "I'm from the tribe of Northern Wanderers.  We live up far north, where it stays frozen almost the entire year.  Mostly, like the name implies, we wander over the ice, following the fish and seals.  There are times during the year, when it warms up some, that we all congregate on our home island of Kirm."  She put her right fist over her chest.  "I was one of the two chosen to come to the school this year."  She struck a noble pose, trying to show me how awesome she was.  I just snickered at her humor, causing her to glare at me.  I glared back, and we both descended into interminable fits of giggles, which quickly grew to loud guffaws of laughter.   "So, what about you?"

         "Berk."  And I respun my tale of moving, the valley, Glowworm, and then the recent meeting with Hiccup.  At it's conclusion, she seemed deep in thought. 

        "You know, it seems that it's pretty peculiar that you know so much about dragons, and yet didn't even realize you weren't getting a Nadder."

         I looked down at the table, rubbing the back of my head in embarrassment.  "It was very tense, and I was very distracted after all the events going on around me.  Really, in the end, I was just relieved to get my egg, and so didn't even notice that it didn't match."  We waited patiently for the other to speak a few minutes, sitting in companionable silence.  "So, what's Vica's story?  Where is she from?"

         "Berk, same as you.  She was the girl chosen to come last year.  Of course, there is a pretty good range of ages able to get chosen, so even though she is a year ahead in school, we are actually both seventeen."

         "Well, she knows better than me, and I'm eighteen."  I gave a slight nervous laugh.  "So, when did you meet?"

        "My family was one of the small groups that would come to trade.  We met about two years ago, and then were ecstatic to learn that we would both be at the school."  I gave a nod, showing that I was still listening.  "She can be just as bad as Snotlout, but you'll never find someone truer or more loyal.  Also, just like Snotlout, you can trick her into pretty much anything, because she is super gullible."  She gave a slightly devious chuckle.  I gave a half smile, and she stopped rubbing her hands together to straighten up and throw her arm around my shoulder.  "And now we have you as a friend as well."

          I smiled at that, truly happy to hear those words.  I repeated the phrase in my mind as we stood up and cleared away our bowls to go to class.   Friends-- I had friends!

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I like it! More! Im sorta like this in real life but a little bit smarter. But I like my character being gullible and I hope that I end up on the stranger/burglars/villans side. Mwhahaha >:D Also if you want you can make me do as many stupid things as you want! I want a bunch more chapters! Also heres my friend code to add me ingame! AI3FNA

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You had sent me a pm with your friend code before, so I had already sent you a friend request.  I'll try sending it again.  I'm the same in game as in the forums: Frostfire Markson.  I thought it would just simplify things to be the same both places.  ;)

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Chapter 10: Hearthfire? What's a Hearthfire?

          Two weeks flew by in the twinkling of Loki's eye.  True to her word, Vica had sent Tinscale to Berk a few days after I met her, accompanied by a small flock of other Terrors.  Back here, I quickly grew to enjoy my new life, attending classes ranging from dragon care to history, geography, alchemy, and weapon handling.  Vica, Asgardnia, and I all met up as often as we could, having competitive fishing trips, forest foot races, and doing other random things around the island.  I would have been completely happy, enjoying what seemed like a perfect new adventure-- only it wasn't perfect, and I wasn't happy.  Even with my new friends, things were still challenging.  The teachers were wonderful, with interesting classes.  The subjects were all enjoyable, and I was doing very well in all of my classes.  The only thing that made this situation so gray was my old 'nemesis' from the hatchery-- Scary-boy. 

          It started again in the first week.  We were in our dragon care class, which is required for all new riders.  Asgardnia and I sat together, chatting happily.  Then he walked up, his sidekick standing next to him.  "Hey, Northy, don't you know better than to sit with her?  She's going to make you fail.  Just take a look at her scrap of a dragon-- he hasn't even grown yet!"  He gave a disgusted sneer, his Whisper-toting companion just getting an awkward expression on his face.  "Dark Thief could eat him in two bites."  At this, his large Nadder bared his tiny-tooth stage fangs.  I carefully tucked Oakheart into Asgardnia's lap, out of his sight.  Asgardnia looked at me, surprised, and then up at Scary-boy.

          Her eyes quickly trailed to the boy slightly behind him.  Her gaze filled with the look of a question.  "Hey, Gunnar, what are you doing hanging out with this trash?  Don't you know that he'll cause you to fail?"  I gave a grin, appreciating my friend's wit and support. 

          Gunnar glanced quickly from Asgardnia to Scary-boy, then onto me.  HIs eyes had filled with a deep look of uncertainty.  Scary-boy gave an almost unnoticable kick to Gunnar's shins, causing his Whispering Death to shift on his shoulders, feeling his discomfort.  His eyes grew hard, looking more like the steel that they shared their color with.  "We may be from the same clan, but you have nothing in relation to me. Yarlo and I are going to become the greatest riders here, and help to... weed out the weaker vikings that obviously aren't cut out for this."  His eyes strayed to me, contempt in them, with a small flicker behind them.  At this Scary-boy, I mean, Yarlo, grinned, and they swaggered off to sit in the back. As they started away, I stood up, wanting to have some words with these bullies.  Asgardnia quickly yanked me back into my seat, sensing what I was planning. 

          "Just ignore the half-trolls."  She said, giving an aggravated glance back at the twosome.  "We'll show them.  Besides, Gunnar may think he's tough for hanging out with Yarlo, but he has to come back to share a cabin with me."  She gave a devious grin, and Loki gave a sort of coughing dragon laugh, obviously pleased with the thought of some mischief.

 

          I soon found out that she was holding true to her word- Gunnar and his Whispering Death always stayed back a few paces whenever Yarlo would come over to tease me.  It seemed to be his favorite daily pasttime.  I did my best to just ignore him, but it was never part of my nature to take an insult lying down.  He was in the middle of one of his teasing sessions when Vica came up on Nesa, thundering down to a sudden impact of a landing. 

          "Hey, barf-for-brains, don't mess with someone with a Nightmare!" 

          Yarlo let out a sarcastic laugh.  "That's not a Nightmare, it's a leaf!"  This brought a chuckle out of Gunnar, quickly turned to a glare by my dagger-sharp glance. 

          "Yeah?  Well how about this one!" she shouted out. At this, Nesa leapt forward, letting out a furious roar, and getting right in their faces.  They lost their balance, and fell backwards, where they quickly scrambled back to the cover of the nearby post office.  My shoulders sagged as all the fight left me. 

          I looked up at my friend.  "Thanks, Vica.  I'm sorry that you had to come rescue me."

          "No problem."  She looked over at the retreating shadows of my assailants.  "I hate bullies.  So, how's Oakheart?"  I looked down at the shape cradled in my arms.

          "Fine."  I said miserably

          "Gruuroooo?"  His large eyes looked sadly up at me, as if trying to apologize for something he could never control.  I gently stroked his back.  Even if he was a runt, and easily scared, I still loved him.

          "It's alright, boy.  I'm not upset with you."  I buried my face in his warm back spines.  Vica dismounted and walked over.

          "For being a three-week old, he is rather small."  I looked up at her, giving a 'that is really not helpful' look.  She defensively held up her hands, laughing at my expression.  "I just mean that, all things considering, he doesn't seem to have grown any larger."

          She had hit the mark as squarely as Thor's hammer.  This same fact had been bothering me for the past week-and-a-half.  While all the other hatchlings were growing quickly, Oakheart was staying the same size-- that of a Terrible Terror, or even smaller.  I worried for my dragon.  What if he never grew?  I closed my eyes and sighed.  I could just picture it-- laughingstock of the school, well, more of a laughingstock, with a permenantly miniature dragon.  What would Yarlo say about that?  I couldn't bear it.  I would catch the soonest Timberjack ride back to Berk, and back home, rather than stay with a permanently small dragon.

          Vica's seemingly distant voice snapped me out of my daydreams.  "I am in advanced Dragon care classes, and I think I know something that could possibly help you.  It would be hard to do though, as we don't have access without permission, and don't think that anyone would help us out, unless the situation was dire."  She paused thoughtfully.  "Well, there is one person you could ask about this...  but you're not going to like it..."

 

          She was right, I didn't like it.  This was one of my worst case scenarious, right after having to help Yarlo with his homework.  I looked over the storeroom, at the viking directing the sorting of new crates and barrels of supplies.  He was the one viking most likely to help, and one of the few with access.  After showing where he wanted some sacks of flour to a group of younger vikings, he looked up from his checklist, directly at me.  A broad grin immediately split his face, causing him to shine.  He walked over, still with that sunny smile.  I felt my stomach flip over, and my nerves shoot down my spine.  Why was I here talking to him?  Why had I ever agreed to this?  Oh, if only I had had a better idea!  As I stood frozen to the floor, his smile started to fade.  He looked over at the youngsters still moving things.  "Do you want to go outside?" he asked gently.  I could only manage to nod.  He hesitantly put a hand on my shoulder, and guided me out the door and over to a nearby rock.  I still felt as if my brain had shorted out.  Okay, so first he startled me, and now he brainwashed me with his smile.  Would he never stop causing unexpected side-effects?  He gracefully settled on the rock next to me, his gentle smile returning.  "So, what can I do for you, Miss Dragon Nip?"

         I swallowed, so that I could regain my voice.  "Frostfire, my name is Frostfire." 

         He seemed slightly startled by this answer.  But, his dramatic nature quickly took care of any unexpected situations, his mind quickly getting back in character, like a well-trained actor.  "That's a beautiful name.  Now, I can ask after you."  He laughed as I blushed, embarrassed at the thought of him asking others about me.  "So, do you want anything, other than getting me out of work?"

          I looked into his eyes, the color of freshly-turned soil.  I knew that this was one of the few probable chances to help Oakheart, but really, ask Arlan for help? "Vica said, that I, that we, could come find some help.  I... I am worried... about Oakheart.  He's not growing.  He was.. small to start with, and everyone else's dragons are almost to the Shortwing stage by now."  I pulled the sleeping dragon out of my satchel, so that he could see what I was saying.

          He thoughtfully rubbed his chin, looking at little Oakheart, less than three times the size of the other Nightmares, including our roommate, Flash Fang, who was the same age.  "Well, there is always the Hearthfire..."  he seemed to be saying this more to himself than to me.

          "Hearthfire?  What's a Hearthfire?"

          He seemed to notice that he had said that out loud.  He gave a quick look around, checking if the coast was clear.  "There is a special room off of the Hatchery, with another pool of lava in it.  When you take a dragon there, the heat and lava help them to grow."

          I perked up, and instantly felt hope blossom like a snowdrop.  "Why haven't I heard of this before?  I know that I am only a few weeks in, but I would think that if it was so important, more people would know of it."  I looked down, embarrassed.  "Also, I am ahead in my classes, so I would have thought I would have come across something like that in my studies."

          He gave a small chuckle at my embarrassment.  "Well, not many know about it, as it's supposed to be secret.  This is a little-known method of helping dragons to grow. It stimulates growth, so normal dragons don't need it, or else it would cause them to grow at an accelerated rate.  But, as yours is smaller, I would think that it isn't really acclerating, just... catching up."  His face filled with a look of mischief, which brought about a slight grin of my own.  He looked around again, still checking if we were being overheard.  He motioned for me to give him my dragon.  "Hand me Oakheart.  I'll use my access to get him into the Hearthfire.  I'll meet you at your cabin at dawn, to give him back."

          I suddenly realized that this was most probably something against the rules.  I looked around myself, then gravely into his eyes.  "Are you sure?"

         "Yeah, just risk, dragons, lava, and rule-breaking, what could be better?"  His joke quickly faded into a serious look, as he read the nervousness in my face.  "Don't worry.  Nothing will happen.  I promise."  His comical and winsome personality returned, as he said "Besides, who could ever punish what they can't catch?"  He gingerly tucked Oakheart into his jacket, and walked off towards the hatchery.  Looking after my beloved dragon, and the confusing-yet-handsome-yet-aggravating-yet-something-I-don't-know-yet boy, I felt that same stab of nervous energy.

          "Just, be safe.  Both of you."

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Chapter 11: Odin, Help Me!

          Dawn is so far away.  I thought, walking, pacing really, around the school.  I just have to do something.  I started towards the post office, and arrived breathless, having broken into a sprint somewhere along the path.  I burst through the door, landing in a heap on top of a girl, who was just leaving.

          I winced at my own clumsiness.  "Sorry, Asgardnia."

          We both helped each other up, and dusted off.  "It's fine.  Something bothering you?"  I wanted to just tell her everything, but after Arlan saying that the Hearthfire was a secret, I didn't feel that I could just tell everyone.  In the end, I just nodded, and went to go ask if Tinscale had returned yet, or any other Terror Mail.  Vica dug into one of the cubbies, producing my cobalt dragon.  He happily leapt to perch on my head, then crawled around a bit, to give me better access to the letter tied to his leg. 

          "Thanks Tinscale." I said, ecstatic to see a familiar dragon again.  I was even more ecstatic to see a letter from my family!  What was going on back home?

Dear Frostfire,

          We were both excited and relieved to see this little mischief-maker again.  It's good to know that he was somewhere safe, and that he didn't end up trapped somewhere.  We feel that it's best to have him continue bringing mail, as it keeps things much quieter around here.

          We were all so happy to hear from you, and are so proud to hear that you have your dragon, finally.  We can't wait to meet him!  And don't worry.  Things like that have a funny way of working out.  In fact, runts often end up becoming some of the biggest and strongest.  We're sorry that your journey was so rough, but at least you made it!  We've been keeping busy here, working with all of our many dragons.  Bullheart made it back safely the day after you left, and has been sleeping almost constantly since.  He seems no worse for wear otherwise, and we are giving him extra rocks and fish as a thank-you for getting you to the village. 

          It seemed as if you did right, getting the egg back for Kellelen, but remember to use your judgement, as well as your instincts!  Heart and mind are as important as action and brawn.  (You keep telling me that, Frostfire- Braggart)

          Glowworm and everyone else arrived back in early the next morning, bringing with them a severly unwell dragon: a female Grapplewing.  It seems as if she must have gotten stuck during the return leg of the last migration, or was captured, because she was severely underweight, and showed scarring along her neck and back.  She's stable, but still needs a lot of rest and food.  We believe that she should be well enough by the time the migration comes through before Devasting Winter. 

         We keep telling all the dragons how much you love and miss them, because they are really missing you.  As for patients, Sweetsword had made a full recovery, and flew away a day before writing this letter.  I know you wanted to see her off, but trust me, that Smothering Smokebreath is better suited to the wild than to us.  Thundershock is recovering well from her wing injury.  Still no sign of flight, but we are starting to think she may not leave, even if she could!  Beast has taken to keeping her company, and they get along well.  Judging from the membrane, she may never be able to fly again, and will become a permanent resident.  She is still rather hostile, which is expected of a Skrill, but is slowly coming more open as she is with Beast.

          We can't wait to here from you again, and hope that school is doing well.

          Lots of Love,

                     Dad, Mom, Braggart, Bjorn, Loki, and dragons

After reading, I got Tinscale settled back into his nest in the cubby hole.  I would let him rest before going out again.  Besides, I wanted to write about all of what was happening!  I spent the rest of the remaining hours before dusk back in the little cabin, finally getting my stuff all put away.  Well, better late than never.  As soon as it seemed the slightest bit dark, I climbed into bed, impatient for the morning.

 

          Shortly before dawn I snuck out of bed, careful not to disturb Boulder or Flash Fang.  I waited a short while outside, but was too impatient to stay put.  I started walking towards the hatchery entrance.  As I walked among the small cabins, I read the names off of each door:  Krytax, Northern Wanderers, Mivlen, Berserker, Drakken.  There were so many islands!  When I was almost to the hatchery, I noticed a newer cabin, on the outskirsts.  I looked at the tag: Outcast.  Outcast?  As in, led by Alvin the Treacherous?  I didn't even realize that we had Outcasts here.  I had heard that we had made peace, but giving them open access to the school?  Just who could it be in there? I wondered.  Curious, I peeked in the window.  My eyes widened, I would say with shock, but I wasn't shocked.  It was Yarlo!  In the far bed, I saw the girl that I had questioned in the hatchery, curled up with a Zippelback.  Well, it looks like she found her egg after all. As movement stirred in the darkness, I ducked, and then worked towards the hatchery. 

          As I started covering the open ground, I felt another shadow behind me.  I spun around, turning to face Yarlo.  "Where you going, dog face?"  His maniacal sneer now revealed the semblance of his father.  How did I never notice that before?, I wondered.

          "Oh, nowhere, Alvinson."  He seemed slightly taken aback, but then his grin increased tenfold. 

          "So, you figured out my parentage.  No matter, I'm here all the same.  Hiccup thought since our clans were 'allies' now, that it would be good to extend the hand of friendship, and open up the knowledge, since everyone else around was getting it too."  He cackled, showing what he thought of Hiccup's generosity.  "Where's that pipsqueak dragon of yours?  Lose it in that little bag that you're always carrying?"  He stuck his hand out beside him, and his black Nadder rushed up.  "Well, we'll just fix that.  Dark Thief, fetch!"  Instantly, the large hatchling launched itself at me.  I was used to rambunctious Nadder hatchlings.  I had helped raise Storm Surge and Tempest, after all.  But this was far from my match.  Whereas most of the hatchlings were still about a week away from being classified as Shortwings, this Nadder was large enough to be one!  He wasn't a friendly dragon, either.  He was clawing, biting, and whipping me with his tail.  I managed a good punch to the chin, but he still kept coming, writhing like a snake on fire.  Just as he got his head over my shoulder, and started ripping at the strap of my satchel, I remembered the scratching trick.  It used to do wonders on Storm Surge!  I quickly put him to sleep, before he could do any more damage to my bag.

         Yarlo glared at me, then at his snoozing partner.  "Dumb dragon."  Though frustration was his main emotion, I could see the gears turning in his mind.  He wanted to know how I had managed to put his rambunctious and unyielding dragon into a state of unconsciousness.  While still looking at the ground, his hands balled into fists, and he started to shake slightly.  His anger won out.  Letting out a roar-like battlecry, he launched himself at me, knocking us to the ground, and finally breaking the strap of my bag.  We rolled around, almost silent in the dim light of the setting moon.  Just like the first time, he still had better fighting skills, but I wasn't going to give up.  I fought back with a sharp knee to his gut, and a swift jab at his torso.  He winced for a second, and I rolled us over, putting me back on top.  He flailed his arms, to keep me from pinning him, and hit my bag,  which was still laying in the grass.  I watched in horror as it went skimming onto the bank, into the stream, and then into the short series of waterfalls that led out into the sea.  While I was distracted, he gave one hard, strong punch to my lower side.

          I knew how important our not being discovered was, as I didn't want any more trouble.  That is why I had been silent until this point.  But I couldn't help it.  My bag was gone, and he had just given me the most painful injury I had ever recieved in a fight.  He had caught me by surprise.  So, I did the one thing I had avoided: I made a sound.  Not a quiet sound, not a grunt or whimper.  I let out a full-bodied howl of pain, falling to the ground.  He quickly scrambled to stand over me, his fists ready to do more damage.

          Then we both froze on the spot, as we heard a sound that chilled us to the core: the deep, powerful, answering howl of a large, enraged dragon.

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Thanks.  It makes me glad to know that I have people so excited to read my story!  Do you think that it's a problem that I somethimes post the chapters at the halfway point?  Or is it easy to go and catch up on the rest?

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It's easy! (Unless I comment again before I know it's not done yet! XD That's just because I know who the enraged dragon is. And I don't know why the letters are red.........)

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Wow!  Thank you!  I will do my best to keep up with writing more! 

(Yay!!  I can't believe that I have so many fans!)

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Oh my goodness this story is fantastic!!!! How could you leave it at such a cliffhanger!!!? xD I must know what happens!!!!!  More please!! :D

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Hannah!  Truth!    Glad you found me.  I promise to try to write more, but I am also in the process of packing up our house to move, so we'll see how much time I have.  I'm thrilled that you both are so excited about my writing! :)  I promise to get out a new chapter for you guys soon!  (Don't worry, I'll be adding the rest of our group in soon.  ;D)

 

By the way, CLIFFHANGERS!  MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! XD

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I completely understand! I've moved four times during my life and it is quite the grueling process! Take your time, I'll just be here tapping my foot...waiting(joking of course). ;D

 

I love all the detail, and information you've put in the story. It makes it so vivid! I look forward to seeing our whole clan in the story!! Also I'm not sure if I told you this or not but your more than welcome to change "my" viking's name if Ava isn't viking enough. :)

 

Cliffhangers are the bane of a readers existance............

 

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