Fan-Fic Fridays: "On the Edge of Mystery" Chapter 32: "Heartbreak" & Chapter 33 "Made It by That Much"

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I had a long week of midterms and overslept today, so I did not get as much work as I had hoped.  But seeing how I'll be away from the internet until Sunday afternoon/evening, I thought I would go ahead and post what I have done.


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These next two chapters... well... Just wait for the end of this chapter (When I get it done) and you'll see why.


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Here are links to the chapters of my fan-fic series.  The books go in chronological order.


The Clue of the Missing Socks.

Chapters 1 and 2                         Chapter 3                                       Chapter 4

Chapter 5                                      Chapter 6                                        Chapter 7

Chapters 8 and 9                        Chapter 10                                     Chapter 11

Chapters 12 and 13                     Chapters 14, 15, and 16             Chapter 17

Chapter 18                                    Chapter 19                                      Chapter 20

Chapter 21 and 22                      Chapter 23                                     Chapter 24 and 25

Chapter 26 - There is a hidden surprise.  Can you find it?

Chapter 27                                   Chapter 28, Part 1                         Chapter 28, Part 2

Chapter 29                                   Chapter 30                                       Chapter 31

Chapter 32                                   Chapter 33                                       Chapter 34

Chapter 35                                   Chapter 36                                       Chapter 37

Chapter 38                                   Chapter 39                                       Chapter 40

Chapter 41                                   Chapter 42                                       Chapter 43

Chapter 44                                   Chapter 45, Parts 1 and 2


The Mysterious Frozen Fire

Chapter 1         Chapter 2         Chapter 3         Chapter 4         Chapter 5         Chapter 6

Chapter 7         Chapter 8         Chapter 9         Chapter 10       Chapter 11       Chapter 12

Chapter 13       Chapter 14       Chapter 15        Chapter 16       Chapter 17       Chapter 18  

Chapter 19       Chapter 20      Chapter 21        Chapter 22, Part 1       Chapter 22, Part 2 

Chapter 22, Part 3

Epilogue/Preview for my Third Story!


Thoughts of Guilt

Chapters 1 and 2          Chapters 3 and 4          Chapter 5          Chapter 6          Chapter 7

Chapter 8          Chapter 9          Chapter 10          Chapter 11          Chapter 12, Part 1

Chapter 12, Part 2          Chapter 13         Chapter 14         Chapter 15         Chapter 16

Chapter 17 and 18         Chapter 19         Chapter 20         Chapter 21         Chapter 22

Chapter 23         Chapter 24         Chapter 25         Chapter 26         Chapter 27

Chapter 28         Chapter 29         Chapter 30         Chapter 31         Chapter 32

Chapter 33         Chapter 34         Chapter 35         Chapter 36 and 37

Chapter 38, Part 1         Chapter 39, Part 2         Chapter 40, Part 3         Chapter 41

Chapter 42, Parts 1 and 2         Chapter 43         Chapter 44

Chapter 45, Part 1         Chapter 45, Part 2


On the Edge of Mystery

Chapter 1          Chapter 2         Chapter 3        Chapters 4 & 5    Chapter 6, Parts 1 and 2   

Chapter 7          Chapter 8         Chapter 9            Chapter 10       Chapter 11        Chapter 12

Chapter 13        Chapter 14       Chapter 15          Chapter 16        Chapter 17       Chapter 18

Chapter 19        Chapter 20       Chapter 21          Chapter 22       Chapter 23      Chapter 24

Chapter 25        Chapter 26       Chapter 27         Chapter 28        Chapter 29 Parts 1 and 2 

Chapter 30       Chapter 31       Chapter 32 and 33                         Chapter 34 Parts 1 and 2 

Chapter 35 Part 1         Chapter 35 Part 2        Chapter 35 Part 3        Chapter 36


The Secret Symbol

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5

Chapter 6    Chapter 7     Chapter 8    Chapter 9    Chapter 10

Chapter 11    Chapter 12    Chapter 13    Chapter 14    Chapter 15

Chapter 16    Chapter 17    Chapter 18    Chapter 19    Chapter 20

Chapter 21   Chapter 22   Chapter 23   Chapter 24 and 25

Chapter 26    Chapter 27    Chapter 28    Chapter 29 and 30

Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34    Chapter 35

Chapter 36    Chapter 37    Chapter 38    Chapter 39

Chapter 40 and 41    Chapter 42    Chapter 43, 44, 45, and 46


The Legend of Shadow Mountain

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5

Chapter 6    Chapter 7    Chapter 8    Chapter 9    Chapter 10

Chapter 11    Chapter 12    Chapter 13    Chapter 14    Chapter 15

Chapter 16   Chapter 17    Chapter 18    Chapter 19    Chapter 20

Chapter 21    Chapter 22    Chapter 23    Chapter 24    Chapter 25

Chapter 26    Chapter 27    Chapter 28    Chapter 29    Chapter 30

Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34    Chapter 35

Chapter 36    Chapter 37    Chapter 38    Chapter 39    Chapter 40

Chapter 41    Chapter 42    Chapter 43    Chapter 44    Chapter 45 & 46

Chapter 47    Chapter 48    Chapter 49    Chapter 50    Chapter 51


Teaser "Trailer" for Book 8 - Conquest of the Truth


The Crimson Storm

Chapters 1 and 2     Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5    Chapter 6

Chapter 7    Chapter 8    Chapter 9    Chapters 10 and 11    Chapter 12

Chapter 13    Chapter 14    Chapter 15    Chapter 16    Chapter 17    Chapter 18

Chapter 19    Chapter 20    Chapter 21    Chapter 22    Chapter 23

Chapter 24    Chapter 25 and 26    Chapter 27    Chapter 28    Chapter 29

Chapter 30    Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34

Chapter 35 and Epilogue

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(I nearly got this first chapter done I was going to do.  There is quite a bit here, so at least I got this done.  I will be working on the chapters over the next few days when I have free time during the family camp I am attending.  I may get the rest of this and the next chapter done, I just won't have a way to post them.)


         Fredrick and I flew towards the western side of the island in search of Annabeth again.  As we were coming up on that area, I saw a strange sight.  I am seeing something I thought I would never see: Annabeth is walking with Dagur to their ships; Star Scream is sitting on an adjacent ship while Anora was walking in between Annabeth and Dagur.

         “That can’t be right,” I thought.

         Fredrick saw it too and landed before I gave him a nudge to; Fredrick landed on the beach about ten yards from a dock wher several ships are docked.  In the same split second that Fredrick landed, I dismounted and ran to Annabeth, grabbed her by her right hand with my left, and started to run back to Fredrick who also had run with me.

         “What are you doing?” she asked in a demanding voice.

         “Uh, rescuing you,” I replied.

         Just as I was about to get on Fredrick, Annabeth pulled away from me.

         “What’s that matter?” I questioned.  “Dagur is coming over here!  We need to get out of here.”

         “No,” Annabeth plainly said.

         I froze in my actions and answered, “What did you say?”

         “I said, ‘No,’” she returned.

         Confused, I responded slowly, “Why?  I-I don’t understand.”

         Dagur but in, “Oh I’m sure you don’t.  It is her destiny.  The Berserker blood flows through her veins and-.”

         “What have you got to do with this?” I said irritated at him.

         Annabeth replied, “He has everything to do with this.  Jarl, he is my brother.”

         “And that’s… good?” I said, puzzled.

         Annabeth said while walking around in somewhat of a pace, “I have been looking for my family for years now… my real family… my blood family.  I am a Berserker, sister to the chief of my tribe… enemy of Berk.”

         “You are no such thing, Annabeth,” I assured.  “You are Dagur’s sister, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

         Just then, the rest of my friends, who I had rescued, landed twenty yards behind Fredrick and I.  They did not move on us because if they did, there were a hundred Berserker soldiers ready to fire.

         “That doesn’t mean anything?” Annabeth repeated.  “Jarl, he is my brother.  My brother.  I have dreamed of having a family for a long time.  A real family.  When I thought I had lost mine forever that one night, I said to myself I would do anything just to spend one last time with them.  I have found my family, Jarl.  And I am going with them.”

         “Annabeth, you are not thinking straight right now.  I don’t know what they have done or said to you to make you change your mind, but you are coming back with us,” I replied grabbing her hand again.

         “No I am not!” she shouted while jerking her hand away from me.

         Annabeth then drew her sword and pointed it right at my face, “Don’t make me hurt you.”

         The air went from a heavy stillness from the sudden change in Annabeth to high tension between friend and now foe; even Fredrick behind me started to growl.  Fredrick had stepped forward, but without looking I put my left hand down in front of his snout to keep him from continuing.

         “Annabeth, what are you doing?!” I demanded.

         “I am taking my rightful place alongside my brother,” she said, still holding up her sword.

         “Don’t look so surprised,” came a voice from above on the ship Annabeth had been walking towards.

         A figure started to climb on to the edge of the stern.

         “Throst!” I exclaimed.

         “Oh come on,” Throst replied.  “How did you not see this coming?”

         “I guess you can’t trust anybody you meet these days,” I told Throst.  I then looked back down Annabeth’s sword to look straight at her, “Anybody.”

         After a moment of us standing there, I said, “You know if you make this choice, there is no turning back.”

         “I know,” she said, dropping her sword.

         Not even a tear was coming to her eye.

         She returned her sword to its sheath.  Annabeth started to turn away, but stopped.

         “Oh,” Annabeth remembered.  “You can take this too.”

         Annabeth reached for something around her neck.

         When she started reaching, I nearly lost it, “No, Annabeth don’t-.”

         She ripped what was around her neck by jerking it with her right hand and throwing it in the sand at my feet.

         It is a locket I gave to Annabeth last Snoggletog.  It was for our close friendship and what it could become.  Now it lays in the sand at my feet.

         Annabeth turned and told me while walking away, “Goodbye and don’t come after me.”

         I just stood there as the ships set sail.

         The rest of my friends walked over to me.

         “Are we going to go after him?” wondered Elsa.

         She was asking me, but when I did not respond, Hiccup replied, “As much as I would like to capture Dagur when he is this close, he has too many ships.  Going after him now would result in being recaptured ourselves or worse.”

         “So what are we going to do now?” Astrid asked.

         “We go home,” I finally said.

         As I turned to start walking away, my right foot kicked the locket in the said.  Looking back at it, stared at it for a moment.  Thinking for a second, I did bend down to pick it up.  I grasped it tightly in my right hand and then dropped in my left inside pocket in my tunic.

When I did start to walk away, Asvord whispered, “I’m… I’m sorry Jarl.”

         Without looking at her I continued on, but I did acknowledge her by laying my left hand on her right shoulder.  Walking for a bit, I waited for Fredrick to come over.  I mounted my dragon and flew off towards Mystery.

         The whole trip was all done in silence.  Fredrick and I were further out in front, apart from the others.

         By the time we got back to Mystery, it was late afternoon.  Hiccup and Astrid said, before they continued on back to their outpost, that they are sorry it had come to this.  I was too.

         Hiccup looked at me, his right hand on my left shoulder, “If I hear anything or find out anything, I will let you know.”

         “There you guys are,” came a familiar voice.

         “Mother?” I responded, turning around to see her and father.  “What are you guys doing here?”

         “We came here to ask you to come back to Berk,” father stated.

         “What’s wrong?” I questioned.

         Mother responded, “Time is slightly of the essence, so we can tell you on the way home.  Asvord and Elsa.  You two should come home too.”

         “In short,” wondered Asvord.  “What is wrong?”

         Father said, “It has to do with Dagmar and the Thorvalds.  Not to get you worried or anything, they are fine; but I think what has been happening around the area with the disappearances of dragons and vikings alike, what they have found out will shed some new light on your mystery.”

         “Okay,” I said.

         I could tell both my parents looked like they saw something was wrong, although they did not press for answers.

         “I’ll go pack a few things and be right with you,” I replied.

         My sisters agreed they should probably do the same, so they did.  We packed some of our clothes, most of our weapons, and a few other various items.  I nearly left the locket in my room, but decided to take it with me.

         When we came back out and was ready to go back to Berk, Hiccup and Astrid said, “So long,” and we said the same to our friends who were staying behind on Mystery to protect and defend our outpost.

         Our parents said in more detail on the way back, father said, “Vemund had been gone for a while and then would come back, be gone and come back, until one day he was gone for a while and now just came back.  He says he does not remember a thing leaving but a few small things… but one important detail.”

         “Remember that symbol you saw on Annett’s book and then those others ships when you met Hari?” asked mother.

         “Yeah,” I replied.

         “Well,” mother continued.  “He saw that symbol being used in connection with green cages and dragons.  But that is all he remembers.”


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         For the entirety of the trip, I caught things here and there, yet I was hardly paying attention; even to flying.  We arrived at Berk late afternoon.

         The rest of my family went home while I interviewed the Thorvalds at their house.  Dagmar was also there.  When I walked in, I set the locket down on the desk so I could concentrate.  Really, I did not learn anything knew I had already known of what Annett said before in her travels or what our parents said on the way back to Berk.  I got to the point of being bored with the whole thing because I did not find out anything new.  How girls will do, and apparently women too, Dagmar and Annett got off on a tangent, Vemund walked up stairs, and Adam was at the desk.  I did not see the locket where I had set it, so I got up and went over.

         “What are you doing, Adam?” I asked.

         “Oh, just sketching,” he replied.  “Before I was sketching your… or Annabeth’s locket, I was sketching drawings of pictures that if you looked at them just from the top, they don’t look like much.  The drawings look anything but a drawing, more like a mess.  If you look at them from just the right angle, everything comes into focus and you see the whole picture.  Sometimes it takes just the right angle before you see the picture.”

I was about ready to try and pick up the locket because I did not want anybody else to touch it, but then I am starting not to care too much about the locket anyway.

         “This is a really nice locket,” Adam said looking at it with his left hand while drawing with his right.

         “Well you should know, you made it,” I said.

         “Yeah, just wanted to see if you were paying attention,” Adam said.  “You don’t seem very engaged with the conversation.  You seem like you are going through the motions.”

         I sighed, “Well, I have had a long and rather bad day.”

         “You come back to Berk and all you hear is more mystery,” Adam responded.  “Yet, it is pretty much all previous known information.”  There was a slight pause and Adam continued, “Since this is a fairly large locket, did you know I made a compartment in the back?”

         “No, I didn’t,” I replied.

         “Since I knew who it was for and once you gave it to her, I told Annabeth about it so she could keep something important in there,” Adam said.  “Having a sister, as I’m sure you know doubly as much as I do, girls want to have keep sakes, not-really-secret things to themselves.”

         “How do you open it?” I asked.

         “It is pretty simple, but you have to do it just right,” Adam answered.  “You close the front part of the locket with the latch on the right side clicked on lock, then at the same time press down the censored on the top of the locket at the same time you push the pin on the latch into the locket.  There is a small hole this pin fits into.  Then while both are pressed down, give a slight turn to the censored, clock wise around a half turn.”

         Adam had to give it a few tries.

         “See easy to say, a little more effort to put into it to open it,” Adam said as he gave the locket too me.

         “Do you think I should see what is inside of it?” I questioned.

         “After what I found out about your day, do you think it matters at this point?” Adam declared.

         “How’d you-?”

         “Listen Jarl,” Adam said.  “Even though I have only one sister, I have been around her for a long time; even though there was a gap there for a while, I still have a lot of years on you.  Years and experience.  This is not the first time I have seen a boy and a girl have their differences.  I’ve seen it first hand with my sister and almost with myself and Dagmar.  Our first fight?  We all have our differences and our bad days.  But even the best of friends fight.  If you really deep down care for the other person, you will make up because no fight is worth giving up a friend… or even a love.”

         As Adam was talking, at the same moment he ended with his last word, the locket opened and Adam gave the locket to me.  It revealed to have a piece of paper with a small, flat gem of some kind in it.  On the paper it read, “I love you.”

         My whole demeanor changed from there.  My heart started to race as stepped back.

         “What?  What is it?” asked Adam.

         “It’s a clue,” I replied grasping the locket in my right hand and giving it a couple small pumps.  “And the best one.”

         “What does it say?” questioned Adam.

         I ignored him and asked Annett if she knew where all her journals were.

         “Yes, they’re over there on the book shelf,” she said pointing at the other desk on other side of the room near the back door.  “Why do you need them?”

         I ignored that too as I was too focused in at the revelation of the clue.  I took all of Annett’s journals, opened them up, and laid them down on the floor.

         “What are you doing?” demanded Annett.

         “Solving the mystery,” I said, putting the book covers together like a puzzle.

         Each book cover had a pattern on the material.  I never paid much heed to it as Annett had said just a little bit ago that they were made out of some old material she got from her elders from her old clan.

I rushed back over to Adam, who was still near his desk but standing up now, “Could I borrow some paper?”


         “Thanks,” I replied, barely giving him enough time to finish the word.

         I took with me also a charcoal pen.  Putting the larger piece of paper on top of the book covers, I shaded over the covers to copy the pattern of images on the covers.

Standing up and looking at the image, Vemund had just come down stairs and asked, “What’s all the commotion?”

         Dagmar asked, “What’s that?”

         I darted to the door as Annett asked, “Do you recognize it?”, immediately followed by Adam asking, “Where are you going?”

         “Saving a friend not worth giving up over a fight.”

         When I gave Annabeth the locket last Snoggletog and she would leave the locket somewhere for me to find.  If Annabeth does not wear her locket, something is very wrong.  The moment I gave her the locket, she never took it off.  Between her acting as if I had never helped her and her throwing the locket at her feet, something is clearly wrong.


(The chapter is quite long, but the point where I could have two-parted it caused the second part to be "under par".  So I left it one giant chapter.)

Chapter 33

Made It by That Much

         Without hesitation or waiting for an answer, I jumped back on my dragon and flew towards the northwest.  I had not unpacked anything, so I have all I need already with me.

         As I was flying, I reviewed the mystery and what I have figured out.

         It seems like it is ages ago when Annett’s locket was found in the bag in the one lake and meeting Ali Clar the Kind and her dark blue Thunderdrum for the first time.  Finding there was a mystery brewing was a delight to me, but sometimes you get more than you asked for and have second thoughts.  Accounts of people on other islands along with dragons start disappearing.  Investigating a ship graveyard that we stumbled upon when we were hoping to warn Hiccup and the gang about the Giant Eels.  Going back to the graveyard and using Garth’s underwater saddle to retrieve a Dragon Eye lens.  Unfortunately, meeting Hari Oldeson aka Harold Forkbeard for the first time; he is the kind of guy you wish you only meet once, but know you are going to meet him again and cause trouble for you.

Annabeth goes missing.  The whole trip down to the one island which a Snaptrapper and a green Death Song called home; and dealing with them all the while not trying to shot ourselves.  Going through a slight inactive time in the mystery, though “slight” is a relative term.  When Hiccup and his “old” Academy Riders thought of building an outpost and actually did, me and my friends figured on doing the same when we are dealing with a mystery that keeps us far away from Berk.

I do not know if Harry was on the trail of us or we were on the trail of him, but our paths crossed yet again.  When a group of ships came close to sailing in our waters near our Edge of Mystery, they were initially identified as Berserker ships.  However, on closer inspection and capturing of the ships, the crew were not Berserker but a band of pirates and scavengers.

         Annabeth has been dealing with quite a lot ever since she arrived at Berk; and when she found out she is a Berserker, I did my best to assure her that did not matter.  What she chooses to be today is what matters.  Still, dealing with that revelation and having dragons that are not common to the Isle of Berk and the surrounding lands, the stress just kept building.  With stress, comes clouded judgement and rash actions.  While on those pirates were invading our waters around Mystery, Annabeth finally found out what happened to Sirena as she had gone missing.  The dragon disappearances had hit close to home; the mystery is very real.  Annabeth found out from another pirate on another ship that Sirena, her light purple Death Song, was in danger, so Annabeth raced after her.  In trying to stop her/help her, I injured myself.

         The natural “fog” to the northwest of our Outpost has certain chemicals that if breathed in for too long causes lightheadedness.  This plus the fact the fog made it difficult to see, I hit a sea stack and crash landed on an island.  Within the next day or so, the rest of my friends returned in hopes of finding Annabeth when she did not come back.  Using Anora to our advantage we tracked the Razorwhip to find Annabeth.  Any dragon, even if not in the Tracker Class, has a natural ability to search and find their rider.  Anora did help us, but meeting back up with Harry again proved not what we were expecting.

         After fighting through to see if Annabeth was even there or not, Harry tricked me and escaped; but not without kidnapping Cazi too.  Harry said “he” did not kidnap Annabeth, but he is most certainly an accomplice.  Cazi managed to escape and return crucial information to us about the whereabouts of Harry’s next stop.  We concluded it could be a trap, but we had to take the bait to save Annabeth.  As the saying goes, “The trapper’s trap can trap the trapper.”  We also met Throst who looked like he was going to be a friend, but ended up betraying us.  I am usually careful around new comers, even if they eventually do become a true friend, but I was preoccupied; being preoccupied cost me Annabeth.  But with this new clue from her and our arrangement with her locket because insisted she would never take it off, she was play acting.  Throst would have had the opportunity to do something as he was with her, yet what could he have done? Oh and a not-so-important detail of a Flightmare attack during Harry’s escape on Fogbank Island, as I just so eloquently thought of that name.

         We then take Cazi’s insider information and track Harry to an old fortified island.  There we all searched for Annabeth only to be captured ourselves in attempting the rescue.  I had a talk with Annabeth and thought I had brought her back only to let her go off with, quite frankly, a complete stranger.  I should have never let her go without me or someone else.  I digress, because I had to go rescue everyone else from being captured and placed in cages, which could have come down at any time if too much movement was made.  I found that out the hard way.

         Then what just happened with Annabeth walking away with her brother -Man, that is still difficult to think of him this way - Dagur and me figuring out the mystery… I hope… Everything I believe has come full circle.

         One might think I do not where I am going.  I do not know where Dagur and Annabeth went.  I have no clue what they are up to, even if Annabeth is undercover.  Why am I going?  For one to get Annabeth and two I do not have to know where they went, just where they have been.  What better way to confuse an opponent in a game of hide and seek by returning to a place to hide where the seeker has already looked?

         What does Annett’s journals have to do with the mystery?  The material she used for the covers of her books she said was from her old clan’s elders supply of material for the island.  The material was not just an ordinary scrap piece; it was a part of a flag.  A symbol I saw only in passing but paid no heed to it because I was preoccupied.  The symbol of the possible origination or ancestry of the Thorvald’s old clan.  The symbol found on Fortress Island.  Great name, I know; rather obvious too.

         There are a few more things left that I have figured out, but I need to come up with a plan to rescue Annabeth first and foremost.  If I believe I can do it, then I will stop Harry and Dagur.

         By now, I had already flown halfway to Fortress Island.  I was coming up on Edge of Mystery and Fredrick started learning that way.

         “No, big guy,” I told my dragon, grabbed the reins to keep on a flight path to the northwest.  “We don’t have time to stop.  We have what we need, and we need to keep going.”

         A thought did occur to me about having backup.  I debated for a bit about going back for some, but I did not want to have anybody else in harm’s way.  What I have planned is a one-man job: Infiltrate the island, rescue Annabeth, stop Harry and Dagur.

         Within the next hour, I found myself nearing Fortress Island.  I had flown over Fogbank Island instead of going around it.  Doing this made sure no lookout ships could spot me.  By the time the moon had finally rose in the east, Fortress Island appeared on the horizon.

         “What do you know?” I whispered to Fredrick.  “The suspect does return to the scene of the crime.”

         Figuring Dagur would come back here was one thing, but seeing a small band of Harry’s men anchoring to the far east is unexpected.

         “Guess Harry doesn’t leave unless it is his idea,” I said.  “Did not know holding a grudge was in Harry’s repertoire.  Though, Dagur’s the kind of guy who can bring out the worst in anybody, for the right or wrong intentions.”

         Seeing how Fredrick is a Tidal Class dragon, I wanted to go the rest of the way in low.  Fredrick swooped down out of the sky and leveled off right before hitting the sea.  Winds are very calm and the tide is perfect for sailing.  But we are not sailing.  I made Fredrick time his dive so he did not have to make another motion with his wings to propel us forward.  Fredrick glided and “landed” on top of the water.  We coasted the rest of the way in to the southern beach of Fortress Island, letting the tide do the work for Fredrick.

         Once I set foot on the beach, I knew if the worst would happen, back would be needed.  Fine thing to figure out now, I know, but I wanted time to do this on my own.  I told and signaled Fredrick to fly back to Berk to get my family.  Yes, that will take several hours to get back.  But without a rider and supplies weighing him down, it should be an easier trip home.

         Fredrick was reluctant to go, but eventually did.  I knelt down next to him as he lifted his head up to mine.

         “I’ll be careful, boy,” I promised.  “Go get my family and friends and bring them back here.”

         The Tidal Class thing also comes into play here.  With just his saddle on, he could travel underwater.  Fredrick does not get to do that much when I am riding him.  Thunderdrums do travel faster and quicker underwater, but with continued training he has proved he is just as good above as he is naturally below.

         I watched my dragon swim off back towards Berk.  I only watched for a few moments because I have more important things to do now.  Stashing my saddlebags next to a boulder, burying them under the sand away from the edge of the tide, I took necessities: Gronckle Iron bow, quiver with arrows, rope, small bolas, and knife.  Like I said, only necessities.  I did cap my quiver so my arrows would not break, giving me more freedom of movement without having to worrying about them.  Doing this would allow me to roll whenever I needed too.  The only drawback is I would be slower a firing an arrow.

         “Drawback,” I chuckled.  “Nice bow and arrow pun.  Please, please everyone, hold your applause,” I joked with myself.

         Running quick like yaknog turning bad, I made my way through the forest.  Cutting my way between trees, boulders, and brush I finally came upon the fortress compound.  There was the occasional patrol, with which I stopped until the walked by before moving on, but so far so good.

         “Okay, I had literally no clue where they would be keeping Annabeth; although, I do have a good idea,” I talked with myself while looking at the structure overlooking the fortress.  “Now just to get there.  For the most part, I am clueless about a lot of things.  But I am going to find Annabeth if it is the la- Ah, I better not say that or it might be.”

         I climbed a tree right next to me and made my way up about ten feet.  There appeared to be another patrol coming, making their rounds, but now that I am a tree I am even less likely to be seen.

         Looking at how the branches lined up, I developed a path to reach the top of the compound wall.  Running along branches, going around trunks, I made my way higher.  I would sometimes pull myself up on a branch or swing from branch to branch with my hands grabbing the branches with my arms stretched out.  I picked branches which would support my weight.  Doing this for about twenty yards in distance, yet in a sense more like thirty or more because I did not take a straight path; I went to the left and to the right, jumping and swinging from one tree to the next.

         After those twenty yards in distance, I found myself nearly just as high up in these trees.  Stopping for a brief rest, I edged myself out on a thick branch to look into the compound for a better view of patrols.  It looks like there is not that many, however, they are constantly moving.  These are Berserker soldiers we are talking about too: They fight first, ask questions later.  The last thing I need is to get spotted.

         Seeing I was still far away from the place where Annabeth stayed last time, I continued to make a path through the trees.  At some point I would have to start going through the fortress, as the island is mainly stone walls and buildings.  What green there is, is found on the outer rim on the island, but not completely all the way around.

         Doubling my distance, I had traveled through the forest in both aspects, I ran out of trees to jump to.  Waiting for a patrol to pass from left to right, I jumped to the walkway and rolled to break my fall and cause as little noise as possible; the gap was only about five feet across and down from me.  There is a raised wall as a castle has, from drawings my dad has done from his travels, around the edge of the compound.

         Hugging this wall going west, I came up to a tower with the walkway continuing through the tower.  Peeking in I saw no one, but I did hear footsteps above me.  The footsteps were more like guys shifting their weight while they kept watch.  Sneaking swiftly through the tower walkway on my tippy toes, I got through safely.  Once on the other side of the tower, I could feel my heart beating through my chest.  This has gotten very real.

         Keeping in mind the tower behind me, I could not continue down the compound’s outer wall or I would be spotted for sure.  The weakest point for a watch tower for watching stuff is directly below it.

         Moving over to the inner wall of the compound’s outer wall walkway, I peeked over the edge to see not a hide nor hair of a Berserker soldier.  The area down below me looks as if it is a stone barracks of some kind.  At this hour, they are either out on patrol or sleeping.  That is good and bad news.  Good they are sleeping or gone, bad news if one of them finds me… they all find me.

         Looking on the western side of the compound wall, another patrol was coming my way.  Acting quickly, I put my legs on the inside of the wall and grabbed the top edge with my fingertips.  I worked over to my left and looked for edges of stones to put my fingers on.

         Just then I heard a noise up and to my left.  It must be a different patrol coming from the opposite way.  Sure enough, looking back, it is another one.  A second ago I was in somewhat of a squatting position.  I am in the shadow of the tower and will have a hard time spotting me.  Just in case though, I climbed down a bit and stretched out into a dead hang, so I would lay flat against the surface of the stone.  As the patrol passed through the tower, my fingers began to slip.  With nothing to do but drop below, I did.

         The drop was a good seven to ten feet.  My feet met the ground and slipped from underneath me as I landed on my back.

         “What was that?” cried out one of the Berserkers.

         I had just enough time to pick myself up and plaster myself under another walking going north and south through the lower part of the tower.

         “Ah, you’re just hearing things again,” his partner told him.  “Come on, I’d rather let something go then report something to Dagur right now.”

         I thought, “What did that mean?”

         Thankfully, no one was in this part of the tower.  I continued on my way.  I briskly walked to the row of barracks just north and to my left of the tower.  I went in between the first and second rows; keeping close to the left side of the first row of barracks, doing this helped block any view the tower would otherwise have of me.

         When I neared the far side, I heard footsteps coming.  This time I ducked into an open barrack and hid behind the door.  The person who I heard actually came into the barrack I am in.

         “Oh great,” I said.

         The person came in with a lantern and set it down on a table.

         “Hey Throst,” I smiled, recognizing the figure.

         “What?!” he replied.

         Before he could say another word, he got a light night snack to the jaw… a freshly served knuckle sandwich.

         Who knew Throst had a paper jaw, either that and the shock of seeing me here completely dazed him.  An idea struck me and I took my tunic and helmet off.  Setting mine on the table, I took Throst’s.

         “You don’t mind if I barrow these, do you?” I quietly asked.

         I heard a moan.

         “I’ll take that as a yes,” I replied.

         Using the rope, I brought with me, I tied him up.  Feet, legs, arms and waist, hands, and a gag.  Going through this, it started to arose him… slowly.

         “Time for nighty-night,” I said, picking him up and setting him in his bed.

         I used the ends of the ropes from his gag and feet to tie him to the wood bunk.  By now he had become fully aware of the situation.

         “Hey Throst?” I stated.  “Should I take your tunic, or should I stick with mine?” I said holding each up to my chest.  “Which one do you think clashes the most?”

         Throst tried to speak, but the gag prevented him from being understandable.

         “I agree,” I answered.  “If I am going for the sneaky, undercover look, my tunic, for a change, clashes with my whole look I am going for.  Oh, and keep an eye on this for me.”

         I took my helmet and shoved it over his face.

         “Sweet dreams,” I said as I put on Throst’s helmet.  “Oh, and don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

         Throst’s helmet looks similar to that of a Berserker helmet.  His tunic is bigger as he is a slightly bigger build than me, yet nearly the same height; I think I am a tad taller.  Roughly the same age and his tunic fits over my quiver, though I did move my quiver to waist position.  Waist position is when my quiver’s strap is around my waist and the quiver is around my lower back.  The bulge just looks like a bulky belt.  Throst also had shoulder pads, which I also “borrowed”.  Putting these on, I completed the look.

         With the helmet cover a lot of my face, I could probably pass as Throst.  Taking the lantern with me, I walked out of Throst’s barracks.  It looks like most of the patrols were coming in and torches are starting to be lit wherever a touch is at.  I got into my disguise in the nick of time.

         After walking around, the top part of the barracks, I walked into the next room section.  The Loft is just up to my left.  Now all I have to do is get there.  Taking a risk, I let a soldier walk past me.  Nothing happened.

         “Well, that worked,” I said to myself.

         “Throst,” came a voice.  “Throst!”

         “Oh, um,” I cleared my voice trying to sound like Throst; he had a slightly higher tone.  “Yes, sorry was thinking about something.”

         “I thought you were going to bed?” said the solider speaking to me.  “And what’s wrong with your voice?”

         “I uh, was, but uh… I forgot to… go… check on Annabeth, Dagur’s sister.  Dagur told me to, and I want to make sure I am able to tell him I did what I was supposed to.  And the cool night air doesn’t agree with me all the time,” I replied.

         “Okay, but don’t let Dagur catch you trying to make up for something you forgot,” said the soldier.  “Or he’ll try and through you overboard if you were on a ship, like he keeps doing with my cousin.”

         “I’ll keep that in mind,” I waved.  “Oh,” I remembered and grabbed the guy’s arm before he walked completely away.  “Where is Annabeth’s room now?  The last time I went… uh… anywhere close to that room, it was through a wall.”

         “Go through there, take the stairs, take a left, and it is straight in front of you across the bridge,” pointed out the solider.

         I was not sure if I should thank the guy, but seeing how we are all “bad guys” I did not.  As I walked through the hallway he pointed out, I saw more and more Berserker soldiers

         Some were talking, others were drinking, others were asleep.  Of the ones who were talking, they were talking about earlier today, or yesterday.

         “Did you hear what happened to that Jarl kid?” asked a soldier to another.

         I thought, “They know my name.  Nice.”

         “No, what happened?” answered the other soldier.

         “The Everdeen… I mean Dagur’s sister dumped that nosey Mollerson.  Oh man, you should have seen it.  She totally ripped into that kid and dropped him faster than a boulder sinking in the ocean.  I have never seen anybody be so devoted to their family, even if that family is Dagur the Deranged,” stated the first soldier.

         I kept moving forward, tried to pay no heed to the soldiers; good thing they can hardly see my face it at all because it was not good because of what I heard.

         Following the directions to get to Annabeth’s room, I arrived without further interruption.  However, activity in the compound is growing steadily.

         I knocked on the door and heard Annabeth say, “Who is it?”

         “Someone who has something for you,” I said.

         The door was unlatched from the inside and I was brought inside.

         “Jarl!” she exclaimed and hugged me.  “You got my message, finally.”

         “Yes I did,” I responded.  “At first I thought you really meant it.”

         “I did only to sell it to Dagur I am only loyal to him,” Annabeth said.  “I knew you would figure it out eventually.”

         I laughed, “Eventually is right.  I nearly left your locket in the sand where you threw it down at.”

         The whole in the wall has already been boarded up.  Turning back towards the small window in the wall, I contemplated the plan over again in my head.  I also took off the helmet; they can get stuffy and pinch your head.

         While I did that, I admitted to Annabeth, “You know, you practically sold me too.  I was this close to forgetting you, everything really.  But deep down in my heart, something was telling me not to give up and still have hope.  As hard as you made it look to me and to the others, I somehow still had hope.  But the feeling I got from being just tossed to the side is a feeling I never want to feel again.  I guess the feeling I felt was more about losing you.  I never wanted to lose you.  And when I almost did, it was a shock I did not know if I could get over.  However, when I went back to Berk on another trail of a clue, it led me to the discovery of your locket and your message.  Once I put a few other clues together, I knew I had to come for you.  Once I knew you did not mean a word of what you said, I never wanted to feel the way I did, again.”

         “Aw isn’t that so sweet,” came a voice that was like a dagger to the moment, figuratively and literally.  Freezing for a moment, I then turned around.  “You came back for her.”

         It is Dagur!

         “But that was your mistake, Jarl,” Dagur replied.  “If it is anything I know about Berserker women it is this, once they have made up their mind, it will take a legion of yaks to change their mind.  Sometimes it is impossible.”

         Annabeth then chimed in a weird voice, it sounded like she was acting, but that is if she is still the same Annabeth I once knew; she also went over to Dagur and laid, crossing both of her arms over the left shoulder of Dagur, “I did throw the locket at your feet to signify you and I were done.  I told you, I found my family.  It is something I have always wanted.  My true, blood family.  Dagur has showed me for what he really is.  He would do anything for family.  I trust him with my life, I really do.  You and I, Jarl, we just are not going to be the same.  Whatever we had, it is over.”

         Annabeth ended with a creepy smile, an evil smile that Dagur will show on occasion.  Okay, now I am totally and officially confused.

         “Speaking of things being over,” Dagur implied.  “Your mystery solving days are over.  You are now my prisoner.  And your new master is… my sister,” he said pointing goofily at her.  He started to chuckled, “Oh the irony, all you wanted was to be with Annabeth and help her.  Now you get your wish.  You’ll have to help her for the rest of your life.”

         Dagur broke out into an evil laughter.  Annabeth folded her arms and had the evil look of, “Checkmate” on her face.

         With my eyes wide in shock, I thought, “Yep, definitely confused.”

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Is this one chapter or two?

Is this one chapter or two?


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Portraits by Pixel


The Legend of Garth of Izar: 

Book 1: The Fall of Izar

Lost Tales of Izar

Other interesting posts

Chances of Receiving a Certain Powerup From the Mystery Box of Powerups Study


The Book of Dragons (it's a work in progress I'm trying to organize all the tips and tricks on the forums into something that's browsable)


The Bejeweled Chest Fiasco, Me and harbinger (my deathsong) investigate the mystery of the random chests and we find a big one!



I enjoy: HTTYD, Halo, Destiny, Aldnoah Zero, Sword Art Online, RWBY. Assassin's Creed, Avatar the Last Airbender, Quantum Mechanics, Relativity, Engineering, Physics, Biology, Chemistry, building airplanes and rockets, and making the impossible possible. 

SOD Fan Fiction Club


If you zap a dead fish right you can restart it's heart and then it becomes a problem, especially if it's supposed to be your dinner. 


"It was going well until it exploded"


"It's just a mild calibration error" 


"I'm not crazy I'm completely insane and i enjoy every minute of it!"



Monstrous Nightmare: Sunbreaker (M) (Broadwing)


The first dragon I come across on berk, goes around doing his own thing most of the time. Likes taking care of baby dragons so he stays in the stables alot. Though he will come out to play fireball frenzy. He loves showing off and as he always shoots fire at the sun at least once a day hoping to finally catch that light. 


Deadly Nadder: Whirlwind (F) (Broadwing)

Fast and agile Whirlwind is one of my racing dragons. She is often the one trusted to lead the herd when Sunbreaker is away. She loves mirrors and shiny objects. She also preens alot. 


Thunderdrum: SONAR (M) (Broadwing)

A blind thunderdrum, uses sound to navigate. Really loud and loves singing (not everyone else enjoys it though).


Scauldron: Wavedancer (F) (Broadwing)

Boiling water and a knack for mischief, this scauldron often plays pranks on fishing boatsby stealing their catch and doubling it. 


Tide Glider: Riptide (F) (Broadwing)

My main riding dragon, she is shy around new people but will never back down from a fight. She is the first dragon I tamed while on Izar, and my main dragon for fun stuff in the game.


Skrill: Teslan (F) (Broadwing)

Often charges my electrical lab equipment and is my main racing dragon.


Raincutter: Drizzle (F) (Broadwing)

Likes rain, helps me out at the forge and in the lab 


Stormcutter: Chinook (M) (Broadwing)

This stormcutter was found riding the chinooks as a baby he likes warm winds and long flights in the mountains.


Zippleback: Ayre & Dance (M) (Broadwing)

One head sleeps while the other one searches for food. Two headed efficiency at its finest.


Sand Wraith: Luna (F) (Broadwing)

Found on the Onyx beach, this sand wraith looks like the surface of the moon


Changewing: Glass (F) (Broadwing)

Loves hide and seek, and likes turning invisible and scaring vikings into thinking there is a ghost. 


Woolly Howl: Athabasca (F) (Broadwing)

Named after the Princess, Glacier, River and Lake bearing the same name she like cold weather and enjoys dragon nip tea


Shivertooth: Blizzard (M) (Broadwing)

Found on Icestorm Island harrasing groncicles, has a grudge with Yellowknife


Flightmare: Aurora (F) (Broadwing)

Likes flying around Icestorm Island


Speed Stinger:Scramjet (F) (Broadwing)

Always moves with her mouth open reminded me of a scramjet


Typhoomerang: Scorch (F) (Broadwing)

Likes scorching eels, hates eating them


Hobblegrunt: Tlaloc (M) (Broadwing)

Named after the Aztec god of rain Tlaloc likes splashing in puddles


Sweet Death: Ambrosia (M) (Shortwing)

sits around all day bothering the bees


Shockjaw: Ion (F) (Broadwing)

Ion likes swimming in saltwater and plasma


Fireworm Queen: Fusion (F) (Shortwing)

Very protective even as a baby


Fireworm Queen2: Pulsar (F) (Shortwing)

Very adventurous even as a baby is blue for some reason


Smothering Smokebreath: Charla (F) (Shortwing)

Loves eating charcoal


Groncicle: Yellowknife (M) (Broadwing)

named after the capital of the Northwest Territories and found on Icestorm Island


Rumblehorn: Shieldbreaker (M) (Broadwing)

Guess what his favorite hobby is?


Scuttleclaw: Ammolite (F) (Shortwing)


Moldruffle: Fel (M) (Baby)

Mudraker: Mudkip (M) (Baby)

Grapple Grounder 1: Yin (M) (Shortwing)

Grapple Grounder 2: Yang (F) (Shortwing)

Snow Wraith: Frostbite (M) (Shortwing)

Prickleboggle: Nightingale (F) (Baby)

Sliquifier: Sedna (F) (Baby)
Razorwhip 1: Tomahawk (M) (Baby)
Razorwhip 2:  Katara (F) (Baby)
Deathsong: Harbinger (F) (Broadwing)
Snaptrapper: Mistletoe (F) (Baby)
After rescuing a freezing egg on Snoggletog's eve this Snaptrapper was born the next day in the middle of winter. 
Thunderpede: Magnitude (M) (Baby)
Timberjack: Maple (F) (Baby)


Slithering Fluoroscale by Nightmarerebuff: Silica

Found when flying around Berk eating elderberries off the bushes, hates raspberries.


(Former Clan: Order of the White Lotus)


Current Clan: The Dragon Racers


On the Subject of Hackers

please read this link, it helps to identify the different types of hackers. I have hacked computers, and servers in the past (despite not being the best at code) but I never do it for personal gain. Unfortunately the hackers most people refer to on the internet are crackers so they bring a bad light on the hacking community in general. I only learned to hack code because I needed to in order to hack my microwave and other software in my house.


Don't be a Cracker you ruin it for everyone!

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Drums is going to update the chapters later, hopefully soon.



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That was the first 3/4 of

That was the first 3/4 of chapter 32.

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Mom, Sundance ate ma subject

How do you do 3/4 of a chapter?





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My Art (at least so far):









Amazing edit of my monstrous nightmare Fira by Zitka. Thank you so much!








Amazing edit of my Deadly Nadder Lightningsky by Zitka. I love it!!!!!!!







My Night Fury oc, Moonglow, by the amazing Cocopuppy, thank you!!!!!



About me:

Personality: lazy, picky, shy, nosy

Favorite dragon: Tide Glider, Sand Wraith, and Flightmare

My hobbies: I am a pretty good drawer, I love reading, and, most of all, love playing SoD and other dragon games.

Main dragons: Sundance the Tide Glider, Moonrise the Sand Wraith, Stormbolt the Skrill.

Favorite place in game: Berk Docks

Weapon(s) of choice for oc: Metal axe like Heathers, bows and arrows

I love to role play - pm me if you want to role play together or something. I'm always open to new ideas :)

Favorite place to visit: my couch 






Dragon 1. Female Deadly Nadder named Lightningsky (titan)

Dragon 2. Female Whispering Death named Golden mist (adult)

Dragon 3. Male Monstrous Nightmare named Firestorm (adult)

Dragon 4. Male Hideos Zippleback named Sparkle Spike (adult)

Dragon 5. Male Gronckle Named Silver Stone (adult)

Dragon 6. Female Devilish Dervish named Ragestorm (adult)

Dragon 7. Female Gronckle named Rocklette (adult)

Dragon 8. Female Stormcutter named Stormblaze (adult)

Dragon 9. Male Thunderdrum named Thunderglory (adult)

Dragon 10. Male Groncicle named Icicle (adult)

Dragon 11. Male Razorwhip named Hurricane (adult)

Dragon 12. Female Razorwhip named Wintershield (adult)(expansion pack was glitch gave me two razorwhips instead of one but I don't care)

Dragon 13. Female Deathsong named Melody (adult)

Dragon 14. Male Armorwing named Armor Kelp (adult)

Dragon 15. Male Whispering Death named Razorcrusher (adult)

Dragon 16. Male Thunderdrum named Thunder Wave (adult)

Dragon 17. Female Single Tail named Diamond Wind (adult)

Dragon 18. Female Eruptodon named Sparkrystal (adult)

Dragon 19. Male thunderdrum named Thunderash (adult)

Dragon 20. Female Snow Wraith named Snowfluff (adult)

Dragon 21. Female Quaken named Air Crumble (adult)

Dragon 22. Male Sweet Death named Sugarrush (adult)

Dragon 23. Male Screaming Death named Firescream (adult)

Dragon 24. Female Hideos Zippleback named Bow and Arrow (titan)

Dragon 25. Male Prickleboggle named Cucumber (adult)

Dragon 26. Male Hobblegrunt named Airdew (adult)

Dragon 27. Female Raincutter named Aireign (adult)

Dragon 28. Female Monstrous Nightmare named Darkfyre (adult)

Dragon 29. Female Tide Glider named Sundance (adult)

Dragon 30. Female Thunderpede named Lavacrash (teen)

Dragon 31. Male Deathsong named Harmony (teen)

Dragon 32. Male Thunderpede named Blackice (baby)

Dragon 33. Male Sand Wraith named Moonrise (adult)

Dragon 34. Female Skrill named Stormbolt (teen)

Dragon 35. Male Mudraker named Earthlake (teen)

Dragon 36. Male Moldruffle named Mudslide (teen)

Dragon 37. Female Shivertooth named Sparkle light (teen)

Dragon 38. Male Sliquifier named Seadance (teen)




One thing to make clear: I REALLY LOVE DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


My background story for my main OC

Backstory: Sonora was a very exciting girl. She was just a toddler when she learned of Dragon Fighting. She was five, and didn't understand anything. But she went along with it. Soon, a terrible storm hit, her parents were putting her and her two year old sister into the cellar to stay safe, when a huge wave of flood from the ocean threw down the door and washed away the house, as well as the crate where she, her sister Elira, and all the supplies in their (an axe, food for a week, fresh water, rope, swords, bow and arrow, other Viking stuff, spare change of clothes for everyone in the family, blankets, flint and steel, and a yak hair tent) were washed away to sea. Her parents most likely drowned, and although they couldn't swim, Sonora turned out to be a natural. Soon lulled to sleep by the waves, she curled her sister toward herself and slept. In the morning, as the sun shined into the crate, Sablie saw a remote island not far away. She jumped out of the box, this being a mistake for she didn't expect the ocean water, grabbed the side of the box, and kicked her legs with all her might, holding on for dear life. She paddled in the direction of the island, and got to the shore. Slowly placing the tent far up the shore like her parents taught her, she made quite a cozy home. Starting a fire with flint and steel and driftwood, she took some meat she found in the crate, and cooked it, and mashed up part of it for Elira, who was now crying. Cradling her and feeding her the meat, Elira slowly went to sleep. What she didn't realize is that the crying had attracted a dragon. When she heard a roar, she ran outside with a lightweight sword to defend herself and sister. When she got outside, she saw a rare Sand Wraith. It stood outside, cocking its head at the tent. Sablie dropped her sword as she was shaking terribly. The dragon looked at her, and nuzzled his nose to her. Looking the dragon in full eyes, she didn't see evilness. She just saw warmness. Reaching out her hand, the dragon touched it with his nose. Hugging the dragon and crying, she fell asleep under his wing. She woke up around noon, and found no sign of the dragon. Thinking it was a dream, she gathered the rest of the supplies and took them into the tent when she heard the beating of wings behind her. It wasn't a dream after all! The dragon slowly dropped what he had in his claws, which were fish! Food! Sonora smiled and hugged the dragon. The dragon bent down and extended his wing for her. Un surely, she climbed onto his back, and he took OF on a calm flight around the island. She returned to find her sister crying again, and shushed her gently. After cooking the fish, she mashed more for her sister and gave the dragon his share too. That night the dragon didn't leave the tent, and slept next to it, keeping it warm. After a few days, they moved to a clearing near a spring, with lots of saplings. Using the axe, Sablie cut a big wood pile by the house. Every day at the rise of the moon she went flying with the Sand Wraith, and that is why she named him Moonrise.
When she was seven and her sister was four, she was scouting in the wilderness for any deer she could hunt, when she stumbled against a d.ead Razorwhip and four eggs. She kneeled down and felt each of the eggs, and she couldnt feel a heart beat in the first three. In the fourth one though, she could feel a faint heart beat. She took all four eggs home anyway, and when she came to the tent where Elira was rolling in the sand with Moonrise and cooking lunch, she felt an egg shake. Calling her sister over, she set the egg down in front of her sister, and the egg completely split apart. A baby Razorwhip fell out, and Elira immediately fell in love with her. Naming the baby Razwhipway, the two haven't been seperated since. The rest of the eggs never hatched, though Sablie didn't give it up until a week later, when she broke them in half to use as bowls.     (I included this part of the story because it means a lot to me, and helps understand the ending better)
Sonora was ten and Elira was seven, when a bad storm hit. The next morning, Sonora steeped out of the wooden shack she built to find her beach much destroyed. Calling her sister and Razwhipway (who was now a broad wing) to help clean up when she saw a peculiar sight. A shiny pink body was laying on the beach. It was a Tide Glider. She was a beauty. Calling Moonrise to help her, she pulled the Tide Glider into the yard (which was pretty much beach). When the poor dragon woke up, she looked around, then finally, deciding we weren't a threat, spit at herself. Everyone started in shock at the dragon. She whipped around and looked at us. Her wounds were gone, and we couldn't stop staring (even Moonrise and Razwhipway). Sonora slowly approached her with a sea bass. Not taking her eyes of Sablie, the dragon ate, and accepted a green plant dragons seem to like. After that, she stared at Sablie, and slowly reached out to touch her hand. Sundance was named for the way she danced in the sun, in the mornings. There were now three dragons living with them.
It had been a year since peace was brought to Berk from the dragons, although Sonora didn't know it. She was fourteen years old, and now even Razwhipway could fly. They used hand made saddles from deer skin and boar tusks with wild dyes. Sablie was flying Moonrise around the islands, when she noticed a black dragon that she had never seen before. She of course, knew most of the dragons on her island, and this was one she had never seen. Munching on an apple, she decided to make friends and find out the full look. This dragon was faster than Moonrise, which was a surprise since he was the only Sand Wraith and fastest dragon on the island. She landed where she saw the black dragon land, but was shocked! There was a rider standing next to the dragon saying "This is a new island bud. Do you sense any trouble?" The black dragon snorted, and turned in her direction, where she was concealed behind the trees. The Dragon walked over to the trees now, and pushed Sablie over so she fell in the riders view. He looked as shocked as her. He looked at her and said "Hello, we are friends and don't want to hurt you,". Sablie was scared as she was the time she saw Moonrise for the first time. "Who are you," she managed to say "What do you want from my island," The stranger looked at her and said " My name is Hiccup, and we are not going to take anything from this island. We will help you if you want us to",. Feeling she could trust him, she told him her story, and about Moonrise, who was happily playing with the Black dragon, who looked surprisingly like Moonrise. Afterward she brought him to the shack, where he met Elira, Razwhipway and Sundance, and he told them about Berk. "I think we used to live on Berk, at least that is what mommy said," said Sablie, "But how? I thought Berk fought dragons,". So Hiccup told her about the peace, and Toothless. Finding that they did want to go back to Berk, Hiccup stayed the night, then helped them to Berk, and helping them build a good big Viking hut with stables and get fresher weapons. They had lived peacefully at Berk ever since.


My viking, Sablie, by mangopopcorn. Thank you sooooooooo much!













My favorite dragon pics. Not by me. Enjoy :)



















My main dragons: 


Racing : Moonrise, my award winning Sand Wraith (if Vikings do have any awards)





Adventuring: Sundance, my intelligent Tide Glider 





Battle: Cucumber, my very aggressive Prickleboggle 


















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My sister really annoyed me today......




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Subject do I need why Hmm? Above them can be a Jedi Master, No?

Since I average about 2000 words a chapter, I posted about 1300 words (because that is what I had written to that point) that is about 3/4 of 2000.

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I may have missed a chapter, but where am I?

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Subject do I need why Hmm? Above them can be a Jedi Master, No?

You're still on Mystery, Jarl's Outpost.  Just Jarl and his sisters with their parents went back to Berk, everyone else stayed on Mystery.

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                                                        Links to my first story the New Frontier

      A New Frontier Prolouge       New Frontier Chapter one       A New Frontier Chapter Two  A New Frontier Chapter Three  New Frontier: Chapter Four: Training Time

New Frontier: Chapter Six: Finding answers and Mysterious Visitor's

 New Frontier: Chapter Seven: The Journey Begins    New Frontier: Chapter 8: Keep your Friends Close but your Enemies Closer New Frontier: Chapter 9: Uncovered Secrets New Frontier: Chapter 10: The Storm that came from nowhere, Strange Dragons, and Disappearances  New Frontier: Chapter 11: The Mysterious Tunnels and the Not so Mysterious Vikings

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Likes: Windy days, racing, and going on adventures

Dislikes: Being stuck inside and being bored

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All About My Viking and Dragon:

Viking Name:Annabeth Everdean
Viking Age: 19
Viking Tribe: (Berkian, Outcast, Beserker, Dragon Hunter) Outcast/Berkian
Viking Personality: (at least three sentences)Annabeth is the daughter of Alvin the Treacherous and is just like him, maybe worse. She can get the job done no matter how hard the task is. incredibly spooky and stealthy she can sneak up on you when you least expect it. She has trust issues so don't expect her to trust you when you first meet her. Anabeth really only trust her Razorwhip Anora since she saved her from a berserker attack.
Viking Appearence:ab.png
Eye Color:Lavender
Dragon Name: Anora
Dragon Age: 3 1/2 (Really mature for her age) 
Dragon Personality: Anora is really protective, Agressive, yet fun to be around once she knows she can trust you or other dragons 
Dragon Appearence:nxvzx2.png
Backstory on how Viking Name found/trained Dragon Name: Anna and Anora found each other on Dragon Island or really Anora found Annabeth.Anora found Annabeth On Dragon Island with her family she studied Annabeth's family really closely and took a shine to her. When Ana was one she started to slowly reveal herself like coming in at night, when her mom saw the dragon she screamed causing her to accidently scratch her cheek. Alvin then came in seeing that his wife was about to k.ill the dragon he stopped her and told her to look what Anna was doing which was gently petting Anora's horn. On her second birthday Alvin said that they could keep her.  A year afterward they were attacked by Berserkers and Alvin told Anora to do what ever it took to take care of her. (This was before Riders or Berk)  






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Mom, Sundance ate ma subject......

I really like the new parts of the chapter!!!