Cry of the Night Wraith ( Remastered!)

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I was never satisfied by how I finished this in the past. So, I came to a conclusion. Since my writing skills have improved, I am rewriting this thing! Sinister and Hawk's backstory has changed quite a bit since I wrote this, so I'd like to start fresh! Chapter 1 shall be up soon. Feel free to track beforehand.
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Warning: This will contain a lot of fighting and war! If you don't like reading about that kind of stuff, I suggest not reading this.
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Original:
http://forum.schoolofdragons.com/content/cry-night-wraith

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Chapter One: The Night of Blood

Chapter 1: The Night of Blood
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It was a starry night, the full moon was out, big and bright, rising high in the midnight sky. It was the middle of winter, resulting in the air dropping to freezing temperatures. This was the time of year many dragons hibernated in caves, keeping activity low to none. But winter wasn't the only reason why the dragons went into hiding. Rumors were spreading of a ruthless group of bloodthirsty rogues who were doing nothing but causing distress and misery. They killed for sport, eliminating any dragon they saw or that got in their way. They had no purpose for causing this mess. Because of them, innocent blood was spilled in the Barbaric Archipelago. Their group had a decent amount of dragons, about a couple hundred or so. The giant group was split into several smaller groups to cause destruction faster. And one certain group of Whispering Deaths had their sights set for a family of three dragons, a Night Fury, a Sand Wraith, and their hybrid offspring.
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Little young Sinister was fast asleep in his mother's wings, curled into a tiny ball of scales. The Sand Wraith made sure he was completely hidden between her wings before resting her head on the cold cave floor. Sadly, she didn't get much time to rest before a dark figure came swooping into the cave, landing with a huff. He was breathing heavily, gasping for air like he was flying for hours and hours without rest. The Night Fury nudged his mate several times, urging her to get up.
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" Sapphire, come on! We need to get out of here! We are being attacked. Quick, grab our son and let's go!" The black dragon, Nightfall, said in a rush.
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Sapphire pushed herself up, wrapping her wings gently around their little hatchling. " Who is attacking us?"
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" I don't know, but it's a group of Whispering Deaths. We need to move now! They already found us!" Nightfull pushed Sapphire out of the cave, urging her to run as fast as she could.
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The two adults were running as fast as their legs would allow them. About six snake like dragons emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing an eerie souless white that petrified their victims in utter fear. The slithered across the grass quickly, easily catching up from the fleeing dragons. The leader was black and a deep blue, also the largest Whispering Death of the group. Her teeth we so giant they were like enormous fangs sticking out in every direction from her mouth. When Nightfall looked back the persuers with fear in his eyes, the lead Whisper gave him a crooked, wicked smile that said "You're next!"
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The bloodthirsty Whispers chased the two parents until they were forced to stop at the edge of a cliff. A drop of about a hundred or so feet lied below, a thin layer of fog floating about halfway to the ground. However, the ground wasn't safe to land on. The ground was instead a pit of deadly sharp rocks that were shaped like massive spikes. Flying was not an option because Nightfall had recently hurt his wing in a battle with these same Deaths, and Sapphire was wounded as well. As the Whispers edged closer, Nightfall and his mate backed up further to the end of the cliff. Nightfall had accidently stepped too far back and plummeted towards the "pit of spikes", letting out a cry like roar on his journey down. Sapphire gasped, looking back just in time to see the Night Fury disappear into the fog. Tears threatened to flood her eyes.
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But she had no time to cry over her lost mate. She was face to face with six fierce Whispering Deaths and she had to keep her son safe from these monsters. She rapidly fired balls of heated sand at her foes, which would distract them long enough for her to at least make some diatance between her and them. With narrowed eyes, she grabbed the hybrid in her paws, spread her scarred up wings, and took flight at increased speeds. After a few seconds, she looked back to see the Whispers recover and persue after her. Since she was still in recovery, her flight did not last long.
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In her sights was a small island with plenty enough vegetation she could use to hide her son. She settled him down in a bush, before looking back to see the Whispers land. The leader let out a shriek like roar as if to challenge the Sand Wraith. With an even louder roar coming from Sapphire in response, she accepted the brute's challenge. Facing off with six at once was no easy task, but she was willing to do anything to protect her offspring.
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Sapphire shot more balls of sand at two of the Whispers, taking the time that they were distracted to lunge at the dark green one at the leader's left flank. The Wraith ended up tackling it and pinning it the ground under her weight, dipping her head down to bite its neck. Her mouth dripping with blood, she clawed at its eye, blinding its vision with its own blood. She faced off against another, jumped onto its back, gripping its wings between her talons to prevent it from flying away. She snapped its tiny wings, before pressing her claws into the scales on the backside of its neck. Something spikey crashed into her side, knocking her off the Whisper. The leader growled, building up a blast in the back of its throat. Rings of fire were shot at Sapphire, burning at her wings. She roared in pain, clenching her teeth from her burning of scales. Before she knew it, the large Whispering Death had its tail wrapped around her neck, preventing her from breathing. Is this really how I go down, dying off in the coils of this monster? She asked herself as her life was slowly neing squeezed from her. She casted a look in the direction she hid her son, before letting out a finally breath.
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The leader undid her coils from Sapphire, leaving her corpse to rot in a puddle of her own blood. From a nearby bush, fearful wimpers could be heard.
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" Blue, we found another one." Hissed one of her soliders, moving the leaves of the bush out of the way to reveal the Night Wraith hybrid.
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" Hmm." Mumbled the leader, trailing off. She let a evil smile creep upon her face, revealing she had murderous thoughts. Lashing her tail, she left three bleeding scars across the hybrid's right eye. Satisfied with her work, her and her group took flight.
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Sinister wimpered, blood stinging his baby blue eyes. His vision was fuzzy, so he could barely see anything. Jolts of pain were sent along his body even though it was just his face that was scratched. He allowed tears to flood his eyes and roll down his face, curling up into a tiny ball, defenseless and vulnerable.
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The last thing he was remembered was being picked up by freezing cold hands, before his world was surrounded by utter darkness.

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We know that Vikings settled in the Archipelago a little over 500 years ago, but what stopped them before that? In the Dragon Nest, a stolen child must try to overthrow a tyrant. Her descendant, a volitile soul, runs from revenge until he cannot go any further. His son, a strong-willed leader, takes on a new name and builds his own empire until the past catches up with even him.

 

 

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Chapter Two: What is This Place?

Chapter 2: What is This Place?
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Several days had flown by so fast, it felt like the incident just happened hours ago. Poor little Sinister was knocked unconscious after taking a blow from the merciless Whispering Death's spikey tail. His sleep was restless, ruined by scarring nightmares of monsters and gore. It seemed like after that night, his life had gone completely downhill; he would never be the same again. Out of all the dragons in the world, why did this had to happen to him? At such a young age, he lost both his parents in the same night. He witnessed their brutal deaths before his very, innocent little eyes. After all that happened, the tiny guy felt alone and vulnerable, as if he was helpless. And what was worse, he remembered every detail of it. Maybe that would be of good use in the future...
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When he awoken, he was greeted by more pain, also darkness. The room's atmosphere had a cold, eerie feel to it. He wished that night was all a dream, but sadly, it was all too true. This wasn't the cave he called home. This was a prison, with walls surrounding him on all sides. He was alone, laying on the comfort of a wool blanket. A tiny amount of light had peeked into the dark room through the bottom of a door on the far side of the room. It was just him, deserted, in the middle of a giant, cold chamber, far from home. All he could do was sit there and wait for something to happen. Maybe the gods would be nice and just give him the exit. No, that would never happen. For his life was about to change ever more, perhaps forever.
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A couple of voices could be heard from the other side of the door. Mom? Dad? The hybrid thought, feeling hopeful. But his hope was crushed when he realized that was not his parents' voices. He lifted one of his ear flaps, listening the the muffled whispers. The door suddenly swung open and slammed in the wall next to it, revealing a large man with a metal arm, black cape or cloak, and long black hair. The light from the hallway nearly blinded the young one. The man approached him, picking him up with cold hands. The hatchling whimpered, using his back legs to push at the man's hands, trying to get away. But he had a good grip on the little dragon. " Ssshhhh!" He whispered, however, he did not calm down. The guard with the man had shut the door and they continued down a long hallway. Sinister saw that there were many cells on either side as they passed, and they all contained chained dragons, many of which look scrawny, scarred, or wounded. They bowned as the man, seeming to be the overseer of the place, passed by their cells. But some showed aggression, jumping at the bars and biting at them, rattling their chains and growling, wanting to tear them apart. Whatever this guy did to them, turned them into uncontrollable monsters, hunger in their eyes. This was no way to treat a dragon. Some, if not most, looking like they would d.ie of either starvation, blood loss, severe wounds, or insanity. And the man didn't even show the slightest bit of concern. His people didn't care if those dragons they held hostage d.ied in the cells. This was a living h.ell for any dragon.
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Sinister curled up into a ball and covered his face with his wing, trying to make himself look smaller. They stopped at two massive doors that towered high above them. On the wall next to it was a lever. The heavily armored guard pushed it down, followed by the two doors slowly opening in opposite directions of each other. Behind those doors was a wide open hair, an enmormous room that resembled an arena. On the left side was the stands, where people could sit and watch. On the right side of the room was a tall balcony that overlooked the entire place. On the far side where ten doors, about three-fourths the size of the arena doors they just walked through. There was a stench of blood in the air, which wasn't a good sign.
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A deep, blood-chilling voice came from the large man with the cape. " I know he's young, but why don't we start his training early? We haven't had a good match in a while." He couldn't help but smirk, glaring down at the dragonet in his hands. " What do you think, Sinister?"

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Chapter 3: Youth in Training

Chapter 3: Youth in Training
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~ 4 Years Later ~
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Leaping into the air, the dragon crashed into the side of his opponent, biting at its exposed underbelly and sinking his talons into its scales, violently ripping its flesh while drawing blood. His opponent was a red and white Changewing, whose eyes glowed a bright green, burning with a poisonous rage. The ongoing fight was increasing its hatred towards the beast, seeming to further strengthen it the more they clashed. With a growl, the red dragon grabbed him by the neck with its mouth and threw him across the arena, leaving distance between the two, giving the Changewing enough time to recover.
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A booming voice echoed throughout the enormous chamber, ringing in the hybrid's ears. " Again!" He exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at the youth.
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Sinister huffed, before charging again, his anger building up inside his chest as his muscles rippled under his scales. Using his back legs, he flung himself at the Changewing, jaws open and razor sharp teeth positioned for another bite. With his claws once again sinking into its flesh, he aimed his bite at the soft underbelly, locking his jaws onto the scales. He had himself attatched to the thrashing dragon, who tried desperately to throw him off again. But this time, Sinister wasn't letting go so easily. He charged a plasma blast in the back of his throat, beginning to plan his next move. He released his blast the moment he launched himself off his opponent, plasma colliding with open flesh. The Changewing let out a roar of pain as Sinister cirled around it in the air.
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The red dragon didn't take long to give chase. It furiously beat its wings, flying straight towards the hybrid. It whipped its tail around, wrapping it around his neck with a tight squeeze. Sinister struggled to free himself, but the Changewing made quick actions. It pulled him closer to it and it outstretched its claws, raking them along his flank. It then released a ball of acid with great speed, aiming at Sinister's eyes. Luckily, Sinister had quick reflexes and dodged the blast, but was forced to land for the injuries left on his flank could open up even more if he stayed in the air.
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Once the Changewing landed, the fight immediately continued, the two dragons lunging at each other. The Changewing was the bigger and heavier of the two, so it easier pinned its opponent to the ground, gripping Sinister's neck between its talons. Once again, its belly was exposed, and Sinister used it to his advantage by running his hind-claws against its soft scales. His attacker hissed, distracted by the pain. Sinister used this time to throw the bigger dragon off him, launching it into a nearby wall.
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Sinister was merciless, giving it no time to recover, shooting plasma at its wing, leaving a burn mark. He edged closer to his weakening opponent, planning to make the finishing move. He unsheathed his claws, preparing to jump again. However, the Changewing wasn't done with him yet. It suddenly swept its wing at Sinister, knocking him back several feet. In response, the hybrid growled in annoyance, watching with anger as the red dragon lifted itself back onto its feet. It seemed the finishing move would have to wait.
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The fight raged on, both dragons appearing evenly matched, their rage increasing the more pain they suffered. With his adrenaline strengthening, Sinister raised himself onto his back legs and swung his paw at the Changewing's head, leaving a few scars ripped across its snout. He then aimed his teeth at its neck, putting great pressure into his bite until he heard a snap. The sound was so satisfying to hear, its neck was broke, and he could sense that victory was near. The Changewing tried to return the favor, but Sinister was faster than it. The hybrid attatched himself to its back, making sure his grip was tight so he wouldn't go anywhere. He pushed its head down, pinning it against the bloodstained floor. A bright light shown it the back of his throat, the familar sound of plasma building up sounded. A blinding light was released from Sinister's mouth, colliding with the back of the Changewing's head. The attack had brought up smoke once the job was done, blocking anyone from seeing if the red dragon was dead.
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Sinister could feel the dragon under him let out a final breath, before its body fell limp. The fight was over, and he had won. He spread his wings, flapping them to clear the rising smoke. Once it was gone, he tossed his head back and stood tall, letting out a victorious roar.
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Drago stared at the hybrid with an emotionless expression. " Well done, Sinister. I believe your training has proved that you are a worthy warrior. This victory, however, doesn't prove much. You still have many fights left to go before you move up to a higher rank. Get this hybrid out of my sight." His men threw chains over Sinister and locked a muzzle over his mouth, preventing him from breathing fire. As he was dragged out of the arena, he saw some more men take the Changewing corpse away. He snorted, once again unsatisfied by the fight. He had done been in so many fights over the past four years, but his ranking wasn't as high as he hoped it was by now. After being thrown into his cell, he curled up into a ball and licked his wounds, awaiting what would come next in his life of endless fighting.

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Chapter 4: Friends of Prison

Chapter 4: Friends of Prison
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Living in a tiny, cold cell was the worst life you could possibly live, especially if your body was littered in fresh wounds and you were a dragon. It was unbearably boring. Sinister took a few deep breaths, trying to relax his tense muscles after that rough fight. He licked his wounds, stopping the bleeding. His body burned with pain, his muscles ached, and he was sore all over. And to make it worse, his stomach was starting to growl and he had nothing to satisfy his hunger. This was the life of a fighting dragon, forced to become a slave. He was very unheathy for his age, he was getting skinny, and you could barely make out the shape of his ribs under his skin. Sure, he was more on the muscular side, but he clearly showed the signs of a tortured dragon.
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Sinister curled up again once he was done, resting his head on his paws with his tail wrapped around him. He closed his head, decided to get some more rest. It would be a while before something actually happened again.
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But then, he picked up the scent of more men. The sound of armored boots stomping on the floor echoed throughout the hallway. That's when Sinister remembered: it was lunch time! He turned his head to glare at the men standing at the door of his cell. They grabbed his chains and lead the hybrid back down the tunnel.
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They took a few turns, before they showed up at a much larger cell than the tiny ones that only fit one dragon. A familiar scent penetrated the air, making his stomach growl even more. He was thrown into the cell unchained, and before he could turn around to attempt escape, the door was slammed behind him. " Eat up!" One of the men shouted, before the group marched off.
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Oh, this was the best time of day, the time he got to eat with other dragons. Surprisingly, he had a few friends here, but far more rivals. He found one of his fellows feasting on a half eaten rabbit, a Boneknapper as a matter of fact. He grabbed a few different kinds of fish before sitting down next to the behemoth. Sinister could feel the aura of anger that surrounded the Boneknapper. His name was Crookedjaw, famous for his fierce bite and weirdly shaped jaw. He was at least fifty years old, with plently of experience under his bones. The elder bared many scars, more than most enslaved dragons, one of his horns were broken in half, and his left wing was layed limply beside him. Sinister wondered what was wrong with it.
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After gulping down one of his fish, the hybrid nudged the Boneknapper. " Hey Crookedjaw. How goes it? Did you have to fight today?" Sinister sensed that the older dragon was having a rough day.
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Crookedjaw blinked and sighed, shifting his wings, his limp one barely moving. His eyes glowed an intense orange. " Same ol' same ol'. My fight was early this morning, in fact, the first one."
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" Oh yeah, I could hear the roars all the way from my cell. Who did you have to fight?" Sinister asked, before swallowing another fish. It felt so good to finally eat again, since he hadn't eaten since yesterday.
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Crookedjaw huffed, licking his teeth. " My opponent was a purple and white dragon, I heard Drago call it a Thunderclaw. Never have I fought such a dragon. I made a mistake misjudging it, it was a short and rather slow one, but it was a strong fighter. It broke my wing before I could take its life. That was a rather long fight, indeed." He explained, looking over at Sinister. " Who did you have to fight, young one?"
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Sinister clutched his fist. " A Changewing. It didn't even put up a fight. It was a quick, easy kill for the great Sinister!" He boasted, putting his paw on his chest. He lifted his wing, showing off the scar on his flank. " It gave me this, before I ended its life with a mighty blast to its head. It was so weak compared to all the other dragons I had to fight." He smirked as he saw a few dragons glance at him with curiousity.
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" Lucky you. Some how you always end up making easy kills in your fights. You haven't even had a challenging opponent yet." Crookedjaw stated.
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Sinister chuckled. " Yeah, no dragon has been a challenge yet. These fights are almost too easy, but they can tire you out."
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" Tell me about it." Crookedjaw trailed off, finishing his meal.
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Sinister swallowed his last few fish with satisfaction. He could feel a dragon's cold gaze staring straight at it. He looked around the room, until he spotted a dragon with black and blue scales, spikes sticking up from its body. Its teeth were large, sticking out of its mouth in almost any direction. Its eyes were soulless white with tiny red veins around the edges. He narrowed his eyes at the beast, feeling his muscles tense up again and his heart start to race in his chest. He never seen this one while eating lunch before, but he was sure that he would gladly make sure he never saw it again. The Whispering Death seemed familiar. But how? He could place a talon on it. He knew he seen her somewhere, but where?
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Sinister poked Crookedjaw, who already noticed him acting different around the new dragon. " Hey, do you know who that is?" He motioned his head towards the creepy looking Whispering Death.
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Crookedjaw nodded. " Oh, she's from Drago's new batch his men brought in last night. Her name is Blue."
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(( Okay, I really want to get to more interesting points in the story, so I promise to upload chapters more often.))

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Chapter 5: His Rival

Chapter 5: His Rival
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From across the room, Sinister stared directly at the Whispering Death with a blank expression, a fiery rage building up inside him like a fire that couldn't be stop and was spreading at in insane rate, destroying anything in its path. That was the dragon, the cold-blooded killer that murdered his his parents. Images flashed in his mind. The ground and the faces of the pack of whispers were luminated by the bolts of lightning striking around them. Thunder rolled in the distance. A very deep pit just a few pawsteps away. Nowhere to run. No way out. The leader whispering death attacked without mercy. Blood stained the green grass red. His mom was fighting for her and her son's lives. His father slipped and fell into the pit of doom. Then there was a spikey dragon towering over him and the next thing he knew, his vision was covered in blood.
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He new just by her scars and wicked smile that this was that exact same dragon. And Drago had captured her. She was in his domain now. Sinister only had one thing on his mind at that moment. And that was that Blue was going to pay....with her life. He would avenge his parents, especially his mother for fighting until her last breath. He didn't know if his father had passed, there was a possible chance that he was still alive, but it was most likely he was dead. All he had to do was challenge her right now, and he would have her dead under his talons. It would be a quick, but painful death. With the anger increasing inside him, he was more than confident that he would win their upcoming fight.
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Sinister returned Blue's glare. The whisper thought she was so tough and scary. Ha! The Night Wraith would wipe that over-confident smirk off her face. He brainstormed all the possibilities of how he could get his sweet revenge. They were endless. He just had to get her to accept his challenge. Or would she chicken out? Sinister wanted her to put up a fight, because how could anything else be fun? She could perhaps be a worthy opponent, maybe even be a challenge. The now former leader had plenty of experience, he could tell. She was far older than him and bared much more scars. Sinister already spotted what could be her downfall. When she turned to stop her staring contest with him, he noticed a badly injured spot on the back of her head near her neck that was still bleeding. It looked like something stabbed her, perhaps a spear. Perfect. Sinister knew exactly how to take her out. He just couldn't wait to beat her sorry tail.
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Crookedjaw's bones rattled against each other as he craned his neck to glance at Sinister. " Woah, why are you acting so different around Blue. It seems you grown hostile towards her. Is there something I'm missing or you haven't told me before?"
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Sinister snorted and lashed his tail back and forth. " Remember when I told you about what happened to my parents?" The Boneknapper nodded. " Well, she was there...."
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" Oh, I see. I can tell you hate her guts. Isn't she the lead whisper you were talking about?" Crookedjaw stared in Blue's direction, watching her talk to a couple of dragons.
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" I do hate her. Yes, well, it seems she's a former leader now. She's the one that killed my mother and gave me these scars." Sinister motioned to the three scars over his right eye.
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Crookedjaw narrowed his eyes. " Must have been h.ard on you. What are you going to do now that you have come face to face with your biggest enemy?"
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" She looks like a worthy opponent, but I don't care. She's my rival with her cursed scales. Once I get the chance, I will kill her, avenge my parents, and rid her from my life for good. She must pay for her actions. I will not allow her to get away with all the things she has done to me." Sinister started cursing on his breath.
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" Well, I wish you the best of luck. I don't like her either. I will support you in any situation. That's what friends are for."
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" Thanks." Sinister smiled.
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(( Sorry it's shorter. I got bored with it and want to move on with another timeskip.))

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Chapter 6: Eagle Eyes

Chapter 6: Eagle Eyes
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~ 3 years later ~
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It was a chilly, November afternoon. The skies were painted grey and the wind was calm. A light snowfall was expected soon and it wouldn’t be too much longer until it got dark.
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The docks were packed, buzzing with action, whether it was trades being made, the fishermen returning from their trips, or groups getting ready to head out to go exploring and bring back supplies. Lately, there had been little to no luck with fishing. The village mainly now relied on the hunters to bring back food, and even that was starting to decrease. Something was happening to the food, but nobody knew what.
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A masked teenager, no more than 18 years old, made his way to the docks, pushing past people without saying a word. He narrowed his eyes under his mask, spotting an older guy amongst the crowd. When the man saw him, he watched him come over, looking emotionless.
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“ Who might you be? I never seen you around here before.” The man asked suspiciously, gripping something in his hand.
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The teen boy gave him a cold glare. “ That’s none of your concern. What you should be concerned about is the shortage of food supply and where it’s all going. If we run out of it, we’re doomed, unless you have any other plans.”
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The man, Adam, already didn’t like this guy. “ If you’re so smart, why don’t ya tell me where ya think it is all going?”
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“ Dragon Hunters have been spotted near the island a few days ago. I’m pretty sure this has been brought to the chief’s attention several times.”
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Adam took a threatening step closer, too close. “ As of right now, the chief has plenty on his plate. The last thing he needs to worry about is another tribe being close to the village. You’re probably just seeing things, ya foolish boy!”
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The masked teen remained calm despite the older man pretty much hollering in his face. He knew he was right and he wasn’t going to let someone as rude as Adam prove him wrong. “ My eyes don’t deceive me, Adam Harang.” That would surely get his attention.
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“ How do you know my last name, mysterious child?”
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“ Everyone here does. I do in fact live on this island, I just don’t hang around the village much. I spend most of my time scouting the island and hunting. That’s how I found the Dragon Hunters.”
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A woman dressed in a thin coat of armor came rushing towards them, holding a piece of parchment in her hand. “ Sir Adam, I need to take this young man with me. The chief’s son requests his presence at the Great Hall immediately.” She grabbed the teen by wrist and waited for a response.
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“ Go ahead. He’s getting on my nerves, anyways.” Adam said, before loading a crate onto his boat.
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“ Lead the way, ma’am.” The masked boy responded politely.
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The woman’s hair was a dirty blonde, dancing in the gentle wind. A holster of arrows and a hunting bow was slung across her back. A small knife was stored away in her belt. Luckily, their destination wasn’t too far away, so the walk was short. When they walked through the giant doors, the woman refused to let go of his wrist. Maybe it was to make sure he wouldn’t escape or try anything foolish, but he didn’t question her suspicious action. He remained calm as another boy, around his age, with spikey red hair approached them. Just by looking at his attire, no dout about it he was a part of the higher classed family.
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“ Is this the young man you were talking about, Sir Freyr? He has the exact same mask.” The woman questioned.
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Freyr nodded. “ He is, indeed. Sir, do you mind removing your mask so I can see your face?”
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The teen narrowed his baby blue eyes. “ That’s something I can’t do for you. I have the mask for reasons that I refuse to explain to anyone.”
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“ Alright, I understand and respect that. However, I’m not sure my father will. You know how he is.” Freyr paused, reaching into his belt to pull out what appeared to be an arrow. “ I found this earlier today on the north side of the island. I was hoping you could tell me where this might come from, since I heard about your great intelligence and discoveries around the village.”
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He examined the arrow, but refused to touch it. It only took him two seconds to recognize where it came from. “ Dragon root arrow. Dragon Hunters. I’m not surprised. I done told Adam I saw a group of them the other day, but he seemed the least bit concerned, and so does the chief.”
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“ Well, my father has been busy, you know that. But he has took this into consideration. He wants to do something about it, trust me; that’s where you come in. He wants you to figure out what the Hunters are doing so close to the island. Maybe they are just making our life easier by hunting down the dragons, who knows? What do you think?”
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“ I will step in and take care of this matter if no one else chooses to do it. It seems I’m the only one worried about this, anyways. Should I get started right away?”
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Freyr threw him a bag of supplies. “ Yes you should, and you might need this, just in case. You are the perfect guy for the job and we wish you good luck. Do you need someone to go with you?”
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He shook his head and threw the pack over his back. “ I work better solo. I can manage.”
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“ Very well, as you wish. May the gods protect you, Hawk.”
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While heading back for the doors, he stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder. “ How…”
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Freyr gave him no time to finish. “ One of your friends told me your name. I know you don’t like to give that information out, so it will just be between us three and your friends as well. I respect that.”
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He simply nodded, before removing his sword from its sheath. The ruby red blade and golden hilt shined like a diamond in the firelight. He left the hall without saying goodbye.
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He later regretted that...for he never saw them again.

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Chapter 7: The First Invasion

Chapter 7: The First Invasion
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The weight of the chains was utterly unbearable and the binds holding his wings against his back were beginning to make his wings ache. A muzzle, supported with dragon proof metal, was by far the most bothersome. There were very few spaces that allowed him to breathe. His ribs were now even more visible under his scales; you couldn’t miss the outline of the bones. His scales were littered with scars from head to tail. His wings were slightly torn. His body was shaking uncontrollably. He felt weak. Hunger. Depressed. Dead.
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Most importantly, he was angry. Furious.
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Drago had been torturing him since he took him under his roof, like he did to all his dragons, or slaves was more like it. They were his prisoners. His precious entertainers. They suffered just for him. To make him happy. However, he was never satisfied, no matter what happened or how the fights went. Yes, his arena dragon fighting still occurred, he was never going to get rid of that.
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But they were starting to bore him. It was the same thing over and over again. Same moves. Same outcomes. Same winners. Most fights were easy kills because many of the dragons his men captured were already weak and too scared to fight. Something needed to change. And he was going to make that happen.
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“ Get me some good champions, not a bunch of runts that are no good to me! We need strong dragons if we want an undefeatable army. Stop slacking off!” He shouted at his men.
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And that’s exactly what they did. Sure, the searches took longer now, but they were worth the wait, for the catches were much better. They began to bring in worthy dragons, perfect for battle. Perfect to finish Sinister off…
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When they brought in what looked like a hybrid between a Skrill and a Boneknapper, Drago was happier than ever. Nothing like a good hybrid to add to his army. The beast was vicious and almost crushed three men at one time with its hefty tail club. It put up a great fight, but was overpowered and outnumbered. It was far too confident in itself. It was a powerful force, yes, but Sinister had a feeling it wouldn’t last long here with its extreme pride.
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Sinister realizing that Drago liked hybrid dragons was probably the only reason he was still alive. Even though he was a tough fighter, he knew this was just the beginning. The worst has yet to come. Drago ranked his dragons from weakest and strongest, or runts to legends. His army was massive and still growing in numbers. Sinister was amongst them. He was seven years old now, fighting since he was just a little hatchling. His rank was not quite in the middle, so he was just an average dragon trying to stay alive.
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You know what they say...it’s kill or be killed.
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That’s all Sinister knew. He was controlled by his hunger and anger, but also the giant force outside these walls. A force that mind controlled the army. A force that made them fight each other to the death, made them stay down here, made them obey their master. Took away their sanity. Made them hate each other when they locked eyes in the arena. That was the new and improved Bewilderbeast, far beyond powerful than the last. That guy could make a Green Death look like an ant. His name was Sephtis, or just better known as Hel, named after the god of death. Sinister never saw him, in fact, none of the army dragons saw him. The Night Wraith rathered keep it that way.
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Sinister collapsed on the floor, overpowered by the pesky chains. He thought for sure he was going to go unconscious right there. It never happened. Through the small eyeholes in his muzzle, he could see the husky shape of Drago looming over him. ‘What now!’ He thought with enragement. Couldn’t the man see the hybrid was already in bad shape.
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“ Remove his chains and the muzzle. The binds as well. Give the mutt a little time to stretch and get some air. A weak hybrid is no use to me.” Sinister thought he was hearing things, but he was wrong. This was reality. The men took the cuffs and chains off him, then removed the binds from his wings. Spreading his wings felt like heaven. Finally, they made haste taking off the muzzle to avoid getting bitten. Immediately, they put something around his neck. A collar with spikes. What do they think he was, a dog?
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“ Now, listen here. You are to assist these men with removing the boulders from Sephtis’s ice nest. I need them to feed the Gronkles. And when you are done with that, we shall have another fight for you. I want to see my precious hybrid in action again.” Drago smirked at Sinister.
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Sinister scowled at his master. ‘ Probably putting me up against another runt. I won’t be surprised. And now I’ll have to go near the Bewilderbeast’s nest. This should be exciting.’ He thought sarcasticly.
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He was still wondering what was with the collar as he followed the men outside. Fresh air, finally. This had to be one of the best things in the world for a dragon that grew up in captivity. The cold wind rushed against his face as he stretched his wings. ‘ Make a break for it!’ The second his feet left the ground, an electrical surge shot from the collar and down his body, making his wings spaze out and lose control. He fell back onto the ground, defeated.
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The men laughed at him, teasing him. “ Thought you could escape, huh? That’s not going to happen as long as that shock collar is on you.” One of them explained.
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Sinister growled, before pushing himself back to his feet. So that’s what they put around his neck: a shock collar, to prevent him from flying or running away to freedom. ‘ Well played, Drago, well played.’
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As they approached the ice nest that was attached to the island, his pupils began to turn to tiny slits in the middle of his eyes, his ears began to vibrate, his spines along his head and back stood on end. The Bewilderbeast, it was talking to him. ‘ Be good now, young hybrid. Don’t want to disobey Drago, do we?’
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Sinister was silent, just staring straight at the ice nest. His mind...it was being controlled again, but this time, the force was stronger. “ Alright, get to work.” The men hollered.
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“ This is the island, right sir?”
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“ Correct.” A guy dressed in dark clothing put his free hand on his hip while looking through a spyglass. His crew gathered around him, smiling under their red masks that only covered their necks and mouths. Each had their own weapon, ready to spring into battle. They all looked determined and bloodthirsty.
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“ This is the one and only Drago Bludfist’s base. We must be extra careful here. Over the past few years, his army has grown tremendously. This will be by far the most dangerous thing we have ever done. Are you ready?” The leader raised his weapon and so did the crew, all yelling together.
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Closing in on the island, the leader noticed how big it actually was. They docked at a quiet corner of the base, undectable where nobody could spot them. They ran as fast as lightning, using the shadows to their advantage while approaching the base. It was almost too easy. “ I’m going in. Be careful out here.” The leader disappeared behind the doors.
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Sinister threw the final boulder into the wagon, nearly collapsing once again. The job was complete, but he still had a fight awaiting him. He was just ready to get the stupid shock collar off.
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That was going to have to wait.
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A new, foreign scent reached his nose. He could barely make out a few dark shapes near the entrance to the base. Intruders!

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Chapter 8: Ragnarok and the Thieves

Chapter 8: Ragnarok and the Thieves
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They were just standing there. Fresh meat. Sinister found himself rushing towards the figures at full speed, charging like a horse through an open field. His heart was pounding quickly in his chest. He had his mind set on tearing them to shreds. The Bewilderbeast was eating away at his sanity. Hel wanted to turn him into a relentless beast. Sinister threw himself at the masked group, tackling the closest figure and preparing a blast. The others were surprised by the hybrid’s ruthlessness, but immediately took action, surrounding him and attacking him with their weapons.
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Sinister scowled, using his tail to knock the pesky humans and their weapons away from him. An arrow found itself in his leg, but he payed no mind to it at the moment. His plasma blast collided with his victim’s head, blowing it to smithereens.
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‘Excellent work, my little puppet.’ Hel whispered telepathically, his words echoing in the hybrid’s head.
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‘I am not your puppet!’ Sinister answered back, before turning to the others, revealing his razor sharp teeth and growling. He wasn’t going to let them get away. He would do anything to increase his reputation. Everyone was going to talk about him, how he blown a pack of thieves out of existence.
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Sinister slowly approached the masked humans, his eyes narrowed sharply. They backed away from him, clearly terrified greatly. They were just seconds away from death.
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But then something stabbed him in his neck and everything faded to black.
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Reality eventually came back to him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in the killing arena. Someone must have brought him back here, but who? He could see two guards bring a man through the doors, who struggled in their grasp. His scent...it was similar to the group to thieves’. This must have been one of them who got away before he could get to them, or their leader. Sinister took the latter.
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“Eat up, you. Drago decided you deserve a little reward for trying to kill off the intruders and causing enough noise to warn us of their presence.” Another guard said, dropping a small pile of fish near Sinister.
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The Night Wraith did not hesitate. He dove for the fish, almost biting the man’s hand off. Boy, was he hungry! It didn’t take long for him to finish it up. When he was done, he licked his lips, still hungry for more. Compared to the little food they expected him to eat these past 7 years, that was actually pretty good. Since Drago had a lot of dragons to feed, the fish quality wasn’t very good most of the time. This time, however, it was really good.
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“ Ragnarok, huh?” Drago hissed, appearing out of nowhere with his staff in hand. He poked at the prisoner with its spear-like tip, looking him over. The man was masked like his crew, but not for long. Drago removed the red cloth with his cold hand, revealing his face. “ My eyes don’t ever fool me. I knew you would return some day. What do you think you’re doing here?” He raised the sharp point of his staff to his throat.
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Ragnarok flinched but said nothing.
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“ You are quieter than I remember. If you refuse to talk, I won’t show you any mercy.” The sharp point was now grazing the prisoner’s throat, but not cutting through his skin.
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The guards tightened their grips on Ragnarok’s arms. “ Taking back what’s rightfully mine.” Ragnarok answered, watching Drago carefully with no fear in his eyes.
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Drago chuckled. “ And what would that be? I would never want any of your worthless belongings. Simon never possessed anything valuable and neither did his children.” He said, purposely insulting the family of the prisoner.
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Ragnarok wanted to just get up and punch him in the face. “ Leave my father out of this. And you know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m talking about Blue the Whispering Death, the symbol of my people. She’s our dragon and we want her back. She has been gone for 3 years, and I know she’s in your prison. You are starving her and not letting her train. Fighting is in her blood, it’s a necessity for her. I’m warning you, she can only stay in there for so long. Let her go, before it’s too late.”
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Sinister locked his eyes onto the stranger when he mentioned his arch-nemesis, already developing a strong dislike for the guy. What did he mean: Before it’s too late? She was already a demon as it was. How much more evil could she possibly get? And if she was their dragon, he had a feeling they were linked to his parents’ death. His people could possibly responsible as well. Sinister sat near Drago, keeping his attention on Ragnarok.
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“ Sorry, I don’t share my toys.” Drago removed his staff from the prisoner’s throat. “ I know what I did, and do I regret it? Absolutely not. I don’t regret a single thing I have done. Perhaps you don’t understand. Blue is mine now. I do as I please with my dragons. I don’t let her fight as often as some of mine, but she does get her own battles from time to time. Don’t tell me how to build my army!”
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Ragnarok struggled with the guards again. “ No, YOU don’t understand! She can’t stay in a cell like that that long. She’ll go insane. You won’t be able to get her under control once she’s out of it. She’ll kill you all and your dragons.”
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Sinister hissed angrily. Drago did not look pleased or the least bit concerned. “ She is strong, yes, but she will never kill off my entire army. One dragon can’t do that much.”
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Ragnarok noticed Sinister and couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was clearly interested. And knew something the hybrid didn’t. “ You. I thought…”
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Drago advanced on Ragnarok. “ Stay away from my Night Wraith. You can’t have him, either.” Sinister huffed in response.
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Ragnarok backed away, alarmed. “ I thought he was dead. How…”
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He was cut off again. “ Don’t worry about how he’s here and still alive. The only thing you need to worry about is getting out of here before I change my mind.”
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“I’m not going anywhere without my dragon. She belongs to my people and nobody else.”
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Drago walked off, disappearing behind the large doors, leaving Ragnarok with the guards and Sinister. It wasn’t long before you could hear roars and hissing, followed by the rattling of chains and slithering. The noises began to get louder, like something was approaching the doors again. Sinister already knew what was coming.
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A few more guards, emerged fighting with an enraged Whispering Death. Drago followed behind, smirking. Ragnarok gave him a cold glare, full of hate. Sinister felt his muscles tense up as he narrowed his eyes. What was Drago planning?
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While the guards fought to keep the Whispering Death under control and the other guards kept Ragnarok back, Drago turned to Sinister. “ Come here.”
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Sinister walked over to his master, passing the enraged dragon a hateful look. “ Ragnarok, if your dragon is so great, you are going to watch as Sinister and Blue fight to the death.”

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Chapter 9: Sinister vs Blue Take 1

Chapter 9: Sinister vs Blue Take 1
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A fight to the death. Something he always wanted. He been wanting to kill that cursed Whispering Death for the past 3 years. All those years planning, and now was his time to put it into action. His time to claim his revenge. With his increased strength, quick reflexes, ferocity, and rage, there was no way he could lose. Blue was a goner.
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But then again, she has probably had more fighting experience than him and a better plan of attack. The hunger in her soulless white eyes told no lie. She was ready to rip him apart.
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“What? You’re going to make me watch your monster take on my Blue? No, not a chance!” Ragnarok protested, still fighting with the guards who held him back. He was determined to get Blue back and go home.
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Drago chuckled loudly, his laugh echoing throughout the chamber. “ Trust me, Sinister is nothing compared to some of the REAL monsters in my possession. He’s just going to give you a little taste of what my dragons can do. And yes, you don’t have a choice. You are going to watch this fight, whether you like it or not. I’m sure going to enjoy it. Guards, take him to the stands.”
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The men pulled the struggling Ragnarok away, who shouted curses at Drago. Ragnarok was clearly furious, but there was no stopping Drago’s plans now.
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Drago walked up the balcony to his throne made of dragon bones, sitting with his staff in hand. He gazed over at Ragnarok, who was now seated in the middle of the stands. His smirk was as cold as ice. He had confidence this was going to be a good fight, one of the best he’s seen in a while. And Ragnarok had to watch the whole thing, watch his Blue battle with the Night Wraith, who was feeling bloodthirsty just looking at Blue.
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Sinister locked eyes with his rival, the fire starting to rise within. The guards still had her chained, but once they were to let them go, the fight was on. He looked her over for weaknesses, calculating any possible weak spots and flaws. Some of her past wounds were gone, but scars never heal, and she had plenty of those. As Sinister brainstormed his plan and went over past ones in his brain….
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Drago’s voice boomed loud enough for everyone to hear. “ Guards, make sure Ragnarok doesn’t go anywhere. Other men, are you ready to release Blue? She looks ready to go.” He looked down at his men, and they nodded their heads, preparing to unchain the angry Whispering Death. “ Release the dragon, make haste!”
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The men quickly removed her chains, careful not to get themselves hurt. The moment the last one, the muzzle, was removed, she roared an ear-splitting roar, making the area shake.
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Drago watched with interest. “ Ready...fight!”
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Sinister was ready. He squinted his eyes at his opponent, waiting for her to make the first move. She smirked, her wicked smile growing wide with her teeth sticking out in all directions. He could now see something red pulsating in the edges of her white orbs, as well as outside her eyes on her scales. Her spikes stood on end as her body seemed to change somewhat. More red things appeared all over her body, pulsating and growing slowly. What in the name of Thor?
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Her eyes now had a slight red glow to them. She approached Sinister, circling around him, and he could feel her examining him. When she saw his three claw mark scar, she stopped and smirked again, making a sound he could barely hear. He could, however, hear her teeth rotating within her mouth. But he could also distinguish something else coming from her. His pupils narrowed as his vision became more sharp and accurate. Fire.
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Blue suddenly opened her mouth, releasing several rings of blazing hot fire at Sinister. He reacted by slipping to the side, avoiding the attack with a clean dodge. Blue approached him again, weaving in and out in a circle around him once more, her cold gaze targeted directly at her opponent. Her spikes still stood on end but were shaking slightly this time.
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With a jerk of her tail, many spikes, at least eight, came flying at Sinister. The Night Wraith dodged again, then jumped over the rest, one almost stabbing his leg. But he was too quick. Noticing that Blue was now getting annoyed, he smirked back at her and decided to taunt her.
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“ Is that the best you can do? I thought you was suppose to be a great fighter. It seems that I am proving that wrong, now aren’t I?” Sinister hissed, moving so he was now facing Blue’s right side.
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Blue flicked her tongue in and out, similar to how a snake would do. “ I’m just going easy on you, little one.” Her voice was sinister and eerie.
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She slithered towards him again, but this time, swung her tail at his feet, tripping him and leaving a few small scratches on his legs. Sinister didn’t have time to recover, not like he needed to recover anyways, for his attacker was approaching. He quickly got back up, waiting for her to get closer. “ Oh no you don’t!”
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He rapidly fired three plasma blasts at her, one in between her eyes, one at her chest, and another at her wing. She was able to avoid two, but the last one was a direct hit. She growled, glaring at Sinister. But he was no longer in his original position she last saw him in.
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Another plasma came flying towards her, hitting her on the side of the face. She whipped around, shooting more rings of fire, only to hit nothing. Blue was growing fustrated. Something then landed on her back, biting and clawing at her scales ruthlessly, successful in leaving some injuries. She roared, trying her best to throw him off. She raised her tail, launching a spike at him, hoping that would remove him.
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Sinister hissed, trying to shake off the pain. Blue then had her chance. She bucked him off, sending him flying across the arena. This was just the beginning.
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And Sinister was just getting started. A little spike to the leg wasn’t even close to stop him from winning this fight.
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Sinister faced Blue, who was charging at him with a gaze full of anger and fustration. She rose up to her full height and released her fire. Sinister once again dodged it, but she followed him, still breathing her rings, so he took flight instead, circling above her and launching a blast at the back of her head. Then, he dove straight towards her, charging his plasma for an even stronger blast.
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Blue was quicker. She swung her spikey tail at him, slashing his side and knocking him out of the air. He was too reckless. How could he have not seen that coming? Blue advanced on him, lunging straight towards his neck with teeth ready to bite.
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Sinister slipped under her, raking his talons along her exposed underbelly, barely getting out without any injuries. He flipped, immediately facing her again, charging at her with his rage building up. He felt a sudden force of strength when he was close enough to attack again. Delivering a powerful bite to her neck, he smiled in delight as a warm liquid splashed on his mouth. Blue whipped her head around, sinking her teeth into his shoulder, his blood also splattered on her teeth. When Sinister strengthened his bite, so did she. Neither was going to let go.
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Sinister’s vision then got darker and he felt the world begin to spin. He had to end this, or his loss of blood would knock him out of it and give his opponent the perfect opportunity to kill him. He couldn’t let that happen. As he swiftly pulled away, the pain in his shoulder only got worse as he had to yank himself out of Blue’s bite. He wasted no time. He slashed her across the eye, giving her an identical scar to his.
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Blood had leaked into her vision, bringing nightmarish memories to Sinister. She now felt his pain when she left him with his scars many years ago. A scar for a scar, Sinister told himself. He could hear Ragnarok hollering in the stands, now screaming curses at Sinister. The hybrid growled, giving the prisoner a death glare that chilled his blood.
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“ You will pay for this!” Blue roared with rage, blood now splattered across her face. Everything was nothing but a blur after that. Everything had seemed to slow down. He saw her spikey tail coming towards him again, but for some reason, he couldn’t move. Another presence was within the air, stronger than both fighting dragons combined.
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Sephtis. He was manipulating Sinister. But why? His control was far too powerful to resist. As Blue’s tail slammed into his neck, the Bewilderbeast had the Night Wraith where he wanted him. His giant freezing cold paws felt like they were about to crush the hybrid’s head to little pieces. The world was getting darker. Blood leaked from his neck.
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“ This time I’m going to make sure you stay d.ead!” Blue snapped, on the edge of insanity. The Alpha must have been controlling her as well. Her eyes, full of blood, were twitching like crazy and her body was spazing. The red veins that were pulsating earlier began to grow again, pulsating rapidly with her twitches. Her mouth released something pink, a mix of spit and blood. She had clearly lost it.
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She chomped her teeth together, preparing for the final blow. Blue was about to end it, end him for good.
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Sephtis’s control had now gotten stronger than ever. He manipulated Sinister’s emotions, making his rage become intense. His pupils were slits in the middle of his eyes. Another force of strength had struck him. He suddenly felt alive.
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As Blue came close to delivering her finishing bite, Sinister bashed his claws along her face, knocking the insane Whispering Death backwards. He roared, challenging her again. His eyes were also twitching. He was so close to death, and he couldn’t believe he actually survived that. Blue had to catch her breath, but between each breath, she just wanted to tackle him and rip him to shreds.
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“ Enough!” Ragnarok shouted, finally breaking free of the guards. He ran away as fast as he could, easily leaving the men in the dust. He rushed onto the battlefield, putting himself in even more damage. With two furious dragons just feet away from him, his life could end in the matter of seconds. Blue seemed to calm down a little as he approached her. He reached into his pocket, pulling about a small object.
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“ What is the meaning of this?! How dare you interrupt the fight?!” Drago hollered, making Sinister flinch a little. He tightened his grip around his staff until his knuckles were as white as snow.
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“ I getting out of this horrible place, with Blue! This is enough!” Ragnarok snapped.
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“ Sinister, stop them!” Drago ordered, slamming the end of his staff on the ground.
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Sinister charged their way, nose glowing a bright purple. Ragnarok made haste and threw the object on the ground. It immediately exploded, releasing a thick black smoke, preventing anyone from seeing him and Blue.
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“ No!”
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Sinister breathed a small flame, lighting his way through the smoke. He looked all around him with no luck.
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Ragnarok and Blue were gone.

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Chapter 10: New Friends and New Stories

Chapter 10: New Friends and New Stories
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Regret. So much regret. If only he was faster, Blue would have been finished and so would Ragnarok. They couldn’t have been far, but Sinister was done. He crashed onto the ground, panting and blood leaking from his battle wounds. How could he let them get away? He had her! He was so close, but Ragnarok had to ruin it! He would never let that go. Ever. Probably his only chance, gone.
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“ Get up and go find them! I can’t afford to let them get away so easily!” Drago hollered, slamming his staff on the ground rapidly. He was furious.
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Sinister watched as many troops marched out the doors, ready to fight. He sighed. If he wasn’t in such poor condition, he would have went with them. His hunger to take out Blue was strong. But now he needed to rest.
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“ Take him to the big cage and patch up a few of those wounds. It’s lunch time, anyways.” Drago ordered. Once again, he disappeared into the shadows. Why did he have to be so mysterious?
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The hybrid was surrounded by at least four guards, and they began to aid his wounds, which was strange because Drago would rarely order his men to help heal the wounds of his little entertainers. It was a weird feeling, but Sinister allowed them to do what they needed to do. He was too tired to fight, anyways.
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When they were done, they chained him up and brought him to the big cage. There, he was unchained but they put these things around his legs that looked like cuffs, but he was allowed to walk. The pain in his shoulder was unbearable, as well as a pain in his neck. He wondered what his fellows would think of him now.
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He raised his head high and walked past the dragons. Most, if not all, were his rivals. When they looked at him, some scowled while others just stared with cold looks. It wasn’t long before he spotted his most trusted friend, Crookedjaw, slowly feasting on a few chickens. Sinister took a boar for himself and settled down. He now saw that the ancient Boneknapper wasn’t alone. There was a dark green, black, and yellow dragon that resembled a gecko. When it caught Sinister looking its way, it flicked its tongue in and out and shifted its tail. He never seen this one before, so it must have came from the newest batch. Then there was another dragon.
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The Skrillknapper.
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Sinister never saw it up close, but now he realized how massive it was. It was slightly smaller than Crookedjaw. However, still pretty big compared to most dragons here. It gave off this strange feeling, an aura of hate but also calm and calculating. It’s eyes were forest green, it’s scales black as midnight, and bones golden as….well….gold. There were cracks in his bone armor, like Crookedjaw. No dout about it, he was wicked and a force to be reckoned with.
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“ So, Crookedjaw, is this the Night Wraith you told us about?” Asked the gecko dragon.
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The Boneknapper turned to look at Sinister, bones rattling and cracking as he did so, then smiled. “ Sure is. Sinister, I’d like you to meet Anole. She’s new here. Her species is called a Flame Whipper. And, I’m not sure if you seen him before, but this is Lockdown the Skrillknapper. Drago’s men separated him from his tribe.”
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Anole dipped her head. “ Pleased to meet you. Excuse me if I was rude earlier.”
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Lockdown blinked and looked at Sinister. “ Young one, aren’t you?” His voice was deep and sounded similar to an old wise man’s. “ Another hybrid. At least I’m not alone.”
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“ He is probably one of the youngest dragons here. Say, you look pretty beat up. Who did you have to fight?” Crookedjaw asked.
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Sinister was silent for a few moments. The guards covered up some wounds, but the one on his shoulder was still exposed. “ This would be Blue’s work.”
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Crookedjaw gasped. “ So you finally got to fight your arch nemesis! How did it go? Did you claim your revenge?”
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Sinister looked at his talons. “ Not exactly. She got away.”
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“ What? How?” Crookedjaw and Anole asked at the same time.
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“ I’m not for sure. There were some guys that tried to break in and Drago captured their leader. He was here for Blue. Drago made me fight Blue. When the fight was almost over, the guy came down to the arena and threw this thing on the floor that released a thick black smoke. Once it was cleared, they were gone.”
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“ That’s strange. Did she give you that wicked scar on your neck? That thing doesn’t look too good.” Crookedjaw pointed at the Night Wraith’s neck.
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“ It can’t be that bad.” Sinister approached a large bucket of water and stared down at his reflection. He gasped, not sure if he was surprised or angry. A giant scar ran across his neck, and it was clearly visible from three sides. “ Oh my Thor…”
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Lockjaw smirked. “ Pretty nice scar, but just don’t allow anyone to touch it.”
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“ I plan on it.” Sinister said, sitting back down.
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“ I imagine you are really angry. I can see.”
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“ Of course I am.”
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Crookedjaw nodded. “ Well, you might get another chance. Anyways, you should probably relax now. To kill the time, how about some story-telling?”
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“ Oh, I love a good story-telling.” Lockjaw said.
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Crookedjaw smirked. “ Me too. I will go first, then Lockjaw can tell his, then Anole.
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Sinister curled up into a ball. “ This should be good.”
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“ Alright Sinister, I know I told you a lot of stories, but I don’t think I mentioned this one before. Drago used to attack a lot of islands. He still does, I’m sure you know, but not nearly as much as he used to. He was crazy about conquering land with his dragon army. I was amongst his slaves. He didn’t care who he killed to get more territory. One evening, he attacked a Berserker island. No, not THE Berserker Island, but an island some of the tribe lived on. It wasn’t much of a problem like all the other islands we struck, but it just seemed different this time.
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“ I was forced to kill any humans there was. But there was something I couldn’t do despite Drago’s orders, and that was to take the lives of the young. I would refuse to harm them and get them somewhere where Drago or his men could not find them. I managed to get away with it many times, but not this time. There was one child I wasn’t able to save in time.
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“ I could see Drago fighting another man, their swords clashing again and again. But unfortunately, the man lost not just the fight, but his life. I could also see a woman running in the distance with a child in her arms. I pieced together the puzzle and knew what I just witnessed. Drago was trying to destroy this family. I could not bear to see this happen to the youngster.
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“ So I stepped in. I fired at the ground between the woman and Drago, which created a lot of smoke. As planned, he was unable to see through the mess and stopped, ending the chase. I followed the woman until she found a boat and sailed away. That wasn’t the last I saw of her.
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“ About a month later, I had to help some men with gathering supplies from other islands. Silverstone Island, or the Isle of Silverstone, is where I saw that woman again. She was speaking to a heavily armored guy with the child in her arms. I could now see it had auburn hair and baby blue eyes. She explained that she was being hunted down by Drago and that she needed someone to raise her child. The man gladly accepted and that was the last I saw of her. To this day, I still wonder what happened to her and if the boy is still alive. If he is, he is probably an older teenager by now.”
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Anole was the first to respond. “ Wow, impressive. I think you did the right thing. But does Drago know it was you who stopped him?”
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Crookedjaw shook his head. “ Not that I know of. If he did, I probably wouldn’t be here right now.”
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“ True. That was risky what you done, but I’m glad you did what you did.” Sinister said.
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“ Really touching story there, Crookedjaw. I like it.” Lockdown spoke.
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The ancient Boneknapper dipped his head. “ Thank you. Do you have a story to share?”
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The hybrid nodded. “ I do in fact.”
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“ Before I was captured, about four months back, I was flying around from island to island to find a new home for the Skrillknappers. So far, I had no luck because every island I found was populated with other dragons, most aggressive. We wanted a place to ourselves. Anyways, I finally had luck. Or so I thought. When I thought that it was the perfect place, a dragon came out of nowhere and started attacking me. It was dark blue with very sharp teeth. Of course, it didn’t do much damage because of my bone armor. I saw a dark figure sitting on its back, a hood and mask covering its face. Based on its shape, I guessed it was a human. It got away before I could get a good look at them. It left me petrified for a few moments, but I quickly left that island before they could come back. That had to be one of the strangest things I have ever experienced.”
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“ That sounds pretty scary. Do you know what kind of dragon it was?” Crookedjaw asked.
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Lockdown shook his head. “ No clue. But like I said, it was dark blue and had very sharp teeth. And its scales were as cold as ice.”