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Joined: 02/12/2017





Welcome to my newest fan-fiction, staring the one and only Chameishida's

amazing fan-dragon, the Wardenrain!


I'll be posting this in chapters because it's quite long.


Now I'd just like to say thank you so much Chameishida for creatinge these increadible creatures.

They have been a source of inspiration for my writing like nothing else, and through them I have built confidence 

in writing!



I'm Lissa, a follower of Jesus ^^ I've been part of SoD for around 3 years; the forum for 2.

My middle name is Joy and I couldn't be happier about that; I love to laugh and to make others laugh!

My hobbies include: 

Watching Movies

Arting, and Admiring other people's art :D

Using emoticons in every sentence xD

Writing historical fiction, Children's, and Fantasy




By Ecliptic Eight Thx she is so cute!



The Art Nook


Special thanks to all the talented artists out there. You worked so hard, created such amazing creatures and I am amazed by and so very grateful to you all!



Aspen, my charming little Forest Hunted.


Cosmo, the Luminous Trap

Art and Species both created by Belubel, thank you!


Pounce the Utahraptor, Fynn and Kelpie the Pelsiosaurs

Art by Cryptidgirl. Thanks!


Ebony, My oc NF

Drawn by Zikta. Thank you so much!


Wolf and Bird, Characters in my Children's stories

Art by talented Snowflake12298. I love them <3


Thomais, historical fiction Oc

Art by Fireflash. Thank you you did a fantastic job!


Amber the titan Deathsong

Art by Blobfish Queen. She looks awesome thank you!


Snuffleupagus the Titan Woolly

Thank you Zesty I love him!


Byakko, my Blazing Firemaw

Art and species by Zikta. I still love these dragons! Thank you for making them ^^


Bushy, baby wolly howl

By MegaboltPheonix. Thank you so much for this!


Knight, the rare white Jewel Spinner

Amazing Art and Species created by Dyliehidol1214.


Art by Andrea Easton:


Smokey the Deadly Claw


Coal the Christmas Wreath... He was naughty I guess. XD


Mocha and Mirage the Light Furies


The Ornery Oreo, sand wraith


And Ebony my oc NF


Thank you so much for sharing these with us and for all your hard work. I love every one of these guys!




Fan Species by Chameishida


Taiga, a terrifying Woodreaper

Tau, an intimidating Howlian

Trail Blazer the Coalskin

S'more the Cryoatic

Autumn the Nightsealer bent on revenge

Victoria, a Lightsprinter born to run

Reign The Wardenrain


Coming Soon!

Jibber the Jabber Jaw




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A Wardenrain Story


Wardenrain Species Created by the talented Chameishida!

Written by Lissa, Chipperguin Species created by Lissa






She ran faster than ever before in all her life.


Thunder crackled in the sky, perhaps if it wasn’t day there might have been a flash to accompany it.

But that’s not what frightened her now.


The little girl tumbled down a ravine ledge. In it there was no water, only mud and sand. She slipped and clawed to get back to her feet.

Barely up, the ground trembled as two powerful legs landed in the creek bed, splattering mud over the girl’s back.

A terrified cry escaped the poor thing and she took off down the ravine.


It turned and twisted as it grew wider. Boulders became more common, creating roadblocks in the path to survival.

“Ok this is just sad. Seriously, I almost pity you.” A smooth but menacing voice cooed all too close behind.

“Leave me alone!” She squealed, miserably out of breath.

Waves of salty air attacked her nose, and coming around the next bend her heart skipped a beat. The sandstone shore! It was full of strange rock formations; arcs and pillars, smooth, hollowed boulders of indescribable shapes. If she could make it there, she might find a small cave to hide in, a rock to crawl under, or at least weave through them where her nemesis wouldn’t fit and maybe shake him off her tail. Hope filled her tired legs with new energy and she bounded towards the haven.

Three hundred meters!

Two hundred meters!

One hundred!

A sickening laugh rose up, followed by a snarl and a powerful beat of wings to the air.


Her heart pounded so hard her head felt light. Scanning the rocks, she aimed for a big one with a low, cave-like arch.



Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hot breath sent a chill down her spine. She could almost feel the talons and it gave her that last push she needed.

Diving on her belly she slid beneath the sandstones.

That smooth voice grunted as talons sparked against rock. The dragon used the momentum of it’s speed to push off and pull up from the attack dive.

Eyes wide and adjusting to the dark the little girl lay gasping for breath. She listened to what was happening above.

Wind moved dry storm clouds out of the sun’s path. A shadow swung circles overhead before beating to a stop. Loose pebbles cascaded down the rock.

It would have been better for her to stay under that arch but fear drove out all reason. She crawled from under one rock to another, keeping to the shadows.

“Wee lamb,” the voice cooed again, sand grating under talons and wing claws as he tracked her movements. “You cannot hide from me.”

“Go away,” She cried again.

“Well, if you insist. Oh wait, prey tell why should I?”

He chortled at his own pun.

“My father will find you and- and- and run you through!”

“Mmm no I don’t think so. Your father is dead.” The voice gasped. “Dear me that was insensitive. I am sorry.  You know if it makes you feel any better, you’ll be joining him soon.”

Tears welled up in her icy blue eyes. “Go away, go away,” she whispered more to herself than her antagonist.

A scaly grey snout appeared over the ledge of her current rock. She couldn’t see the dragon’s eye’s but wide nostrils where soaking up her scent and four-inch fangs dripped with saliva.

“Ahaha, there you are.”

She crammed back as far as she could.

First two wings, then two legs, and lastly a long finless tail dropped down.

“This little game of cat and mouse has been good fun.” cold eyes on a snake-like head looked in at her. “But all fun and games must come to an end. And NOW…”

The dragon took a swipe with one wing claw. Then another, but his quarry kept just out of reach.

“Grrrrrr,” He rolled his eyes and began digging.

“Just… gimme a second. My last taunt will bring the house down but I’ve got to have you in my clutches first.”

Soft sand fell away from that very small, very hopeless little girl. She thought to close her eyes when the gap was almost wide enough for the dragon to reach in.

But just as she was about to a pair of black and white feet waddled up to the digging dragon.

“Hello up there!”

Digging dragon nearly leapt out of his skin. “What? Who said that?”

He scanned the horizon.


Something at his feet waved.

It was pudgy, black and white, had four paws, a stubby tail, and flippers for wings. There was a frill on the back of its head and its snout was very beak-like with a red tip.

He took a step back. “...What are you?”

“What am I? I think you mean who. Coast guard, captain of the reserves. And this ain’t a public beach, sonny. Do you have a permit to be disturbing the sand of this hallowed ground?”


“Yes. As of yesterday, for the sake of an extremely rare breed of… baby clams. Can you show me a permit?”

“Uh.. well…”

“Do you have one or don’t you man? It’s a simple question.”

“I’m not entirely sure,” The bigger dragon admitted sheepishly. “What is a permit?”

Black and white slapped his face with a paw. “Ok. Clearly I’m dealing with a civilian.” He pulled out a stick and piece of birch-bark. “Name, please.”


“Perun, with question mark. Species of… lizard?”

“Skrill.” He said a little more coldly. “And it’s dragon, not lizard.”

“Uh, huh sure... So Perun can you tell me what you’re doing out here on Chame’s Island, restricted beachfront property?”

“Oh you know, vanquishing the skies by eliminating the competition.”

“Good, very good. I enjoy a bit of vanquishing myself, from time to time.” The little dragon ripped a piece of the bark off and stuck it to the skrill’s wing-claw. “Listen, I’m gonna level with you. What you’ve done today gives me the right to take you into custody, but I’m letting you off with a warning since you clearly don’t know what you’ve done. Just in the future stay clear of this coast, buddy. The consequences of trespassing are severe.”

“How severe?”

“The very baddest sort of severe. If you’ll just be on your way we can forget this whole thing ever happened, I have no paperwork, and you have no felonies.”

“Certainly officer, I’ll just get this thing that I dropped down here and be off…” He groped about under the rock.

“Dit dit dit!” The captain stomped a tiny foot. “NO, you cannot be tampering with the sand anymore! Remember? Rare, baby clams. You’ve done enough damage already.”

“But it’s a matter of territorial rivalry.”

“Sorry civilian, not my problem.”

Perun eyed the black and white dragon suspiciously. “You never showed me a badge.”

“What you can’t tell by the uniform man?” He huffed. “On your way before I change my mind.”

Two wing claws came down on either side of the black and white dragon. He grit his beak.

“I’m not so sure you are coastguard. In fact, I’m not so sure there is a coastguard. Never heard of such a ridiculous thing in my life. What I am certain of is you picked the wrong dragon to prank, little fellow.”

Perun turned his eyes to the warning note on his wing claw. A strand of electricity pulsed from his body out his wing, disintegrating the piece of bark instantly.

“Do you really think you can dance with me?” The black and white dragon took a battle stance, one foot forward one back, paws and wings up.

“You’re dead meat, dragon.”

A grin spread across the “coastguard’s” face. “No, I’m the diversion. Now boys!”

He whistled and two other black and white dragons somersaulted into action, both carrying a bucket of water, while one who seemed a little less capable skid a trench through the sand, running into Perun’s leg.

“Ow,” It said.

The skrill turned from them back to the ‘officer’, fury in his eyes and lightning seeping through his scales. He spread his wings and opened his jaws.

“Go go go!”

One leapt into the other’s paws and catapulted off, dumping the bucket over the skrill. The second was quick to follow while the clumsy one retreated to a safer distance.

“Fools,” Perun hissed, electricity at full strength. The four took five steps back. “Nothing will save you from my wrath now.”

“But you haven’t met our fifth member,” the first little dragon returned smugly. “He’s a sleeper agent. Roll out!”

The dragons harmonized a backflip into the air. At that very instant a sleeper wave snaked through the clumsy one’s sand canal to the unsuspecting, electric skrill.

“AAGHGHGH!” He hollered as he shocked himself senseless.

Perun fell flat on his belly in the sand as four little dragons landing on each side of him.

The captain waddled right up to the unconscious dragon’s face.

“Rest easy, big fella,” He patted him on the snout. “You’ll be up terrorizing innocent creatures in no time…” A wild look came to his eyes as he smacked a label on Perun’s forehead. “Far away from here! Haha! Up high men! I pronounce Operation: Shockwave  a success.”

The four dragons clapped wings with each other.



“We did it! We saved the little otter… but where did it go?”

“Well Ensign she’s right…”

The captain looked back at the boulder.



They split up among sandstone formations.

“Little otter? Where are you? You can come out now.” Each one called.

“That mean old skrill’s not going to hurt you, you’re safe!” Ensign was saying as a movement under one of the rocks caught his attention. It was accompanied by heavy, frightened breathing.

“Hey,” He bent down on all fours.

He was even shorter than the captain, and more pudgy too. A few grey scales still clung to a sleek black hide. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you,”

Two beautiful ice blue eyes stared up at him through the dark.

“None of us will. We’re here to help, and we’re really nice!”



“Ensign! You know how I feel about my men crawling around on all fours.”

Ensign rubbed the back of his head and looked to the fearful eyes. “Most of us anyway,” He whispered.

“What was that soldier?”

“Aye aye, Captain.” He balanced on two hind legs. “The otter seams a bit frightened, sir.”

“Really? Can’t imagine why.” He baffled.

“I don’t think that’s an otter Ensign.” The tallest dragon leaned down.

“But Quinnley, it’s grey and sweet and has big beautiful eyes.”

“True. Then again since when did otters grow wings?”

“Oh. I guess never.” Ensign got on all fours again to look.



“Hmm-hmm! Hello down there,” said the tall one (who was careful to keep his forepaws off the ground). “If you don’t mind my asking, what are you?”

“Stayawayfromme,” She squeaked.

“Good golly! A Steyawehferroamis. The S is Silent, of course.” He whipped out a notepad and began to scribble. “Pronunciation, Stee-yaaa-way-fare-roam-ee.”

“No that’s not-” She started to say.

“You needn’t be afraid little steyawehferroamis, our skill sets are used exclusively for the protection and defense of small creatures. Like you!” Ensign smiled. “I hope you’ll come out and meet us properly.”

“YEHYEHYEHYEH! C’mon! Out out out out out out out…!”

The clumsy one dropped to his belly and reached for the little grey dragon. His eyes were wild and his tongue was lolling.

“Get back GET BACK!” She hissed and swatted at grabby paws.

“Usto knock it off!” Quinnley snapped.

“You’re scaring her!” Ensign stepped in between.

“Way to bring the welcome wagon soldier,” The captain leaned back with a scowl and paws crossed. “Insanity. What an ice-breaker.”

“Sorry,” Usto muttered.

Between crashing waves they heard a groan. It came from the unconscious skrill’s direction.

“Ooo. Time to break up the party boys that big lug won’t tie himself to a drifting raft all on his own. Let’s move.” The captain ordered. He glanced under the rock at the big eyes.

“Well nice meeting you sad-eyes. Have a great life.”

He waddled away and the other three dragons followed suit.

“Captain I don’t think we should leave that little creature all alone. Perhaps Styawehferroamises are fragile.”

“I believe the correct plural pronunciation would be ‘Styawehferroami’, Ensign.” Quinnley interjected.

“She’ll be fine…” The captian waved the question off.

There was another, grumblier growl in the skrill’s direction.

“Well,” He said a bit more hesitantly. “…As long as we get Mr. tall dark and stormy out of the picture.”


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Ooh, looking good so far!

Tracking! (Do I see a little Penguins of Madagascar influence in the Chipperguins? :D)



​Under Construction!


Welcome to Ginger's and Jaxomis's Siggy! (​And Skyfrost's! ​Skyfrost? What are you doing to our Siggy?! Um... Nothing? Sky... ​It was Tricktail's idea! Tricktail! ​It was not my idea! Was too! Was not! Was t- Guys! ​People are reading this! So, behave! Sorry G​i​nger...​) Ahem. Sorry about that. Those two wonderful ​(>:[) ​dragons were my Woolly Howl, Skyfrost, and Jaxomis's Flame Whipper, Tricktail. Now that that's out of the way... Welcome!


(A small note: This a shared account, shared by sisters, but Ginger almost always going to be the one online)

In Order:

​Ginger's Section

Jaxomis's Section

​Blackout The Night Fury

​Velocity The Night Fury

Random Stuff!


Ginger's Section!

​First off... My Vikings!

My main Viking is

Ginger Selson:


Extras about appearance: Ginger has a small, faint scar on the far left side of her jaw. She also wears a short necklace with a Peridot in the shape of an Eruptodon.

Personality: Ginger Selson is very shy around humans. She absolutely loves dragons, and has learned Dragonese. She has two sides to her personality. The side most people see is quiet, gentle, and would never start a fight. Her other side, the one only her dragons and her best (human) friend, Jaxomis, see, is strong-willed, brave, and will face danger to protect her friends.

History: Ginger Selson is the daughter of two Defenders of the Wing. However, at one point, her parents were going to get some supplies for the Defenders and they took her with them. Unfortunately, their ship was attacked by pirates, and the only survivor was Ginger. Ginger's mother, upon seeing that the ship was going to be taken by the pirates, placed Ginger in a water-tight basket and set her afloat. Ginger drifted to Berk, where she was found by Mulch and Bucket during one of their fishing trips. She acquired her scar while in the basket. A sharp strand of the weave scratched her jaw while she was being buffeted by the waves. She was only 13 months old at the time, so she was taken in by a Berkian woman who had just had Jaxomis 5 months before. Ginger grew up as Jax's sibling, and they have grown to be very close friends. When she was 10 years old, she began attending the School of Dragons. In the 6 years since then, she has become a talented Dragon Trainer. She is currently 16 years old.

​Game Information: ​UDT Star!(big platinum star), 1850+ Trophies, 49 Dragons.

Clan: ​The Messengers

(Now Leader)


Main Dragon: Skyfrost

​-Breed: Woolly Howl

-Gender: Male

​-Level: 30

​-Personality: Protective, loyal, brave, and makes a good companion. Sky likes being with Ginger, and flying with her is his favorite thing. He can be a bit bossy and stuck-up, but he has a good heart and intentions.

Other Dragons:

Silverlight- Adult male Monsterous Nightmare, Ginger's first dragon~~~Tsunami- Adult female Thunderdrum~~~Galaxy- Adult female Typhoomerang~~~Jungle- Adult male Sweet Death~~~Firewing- Adult female Moldruffle~~~Illusion- Adult female Changewing~~~Flare- Adult male Moldruffle~~~Firestorm- Adult male Typhoomerang~~~Scythetail- Adult female Devilish Dervish~~~Vortex- Adult female Devilish Dervish, not tame~~~Spinstrike- Adult male Whispering Death~~~Iceheart- Adult male Groncicle~~~Seafoam- Adult male Thunderdrum~~~Bramblethorn- Adult female Deadly Nadder~~~Wavecrash- Adult female Sand Wraith, Ginger's second favorite dragon~~~Twist & Turn- Adult female Hideous Zippleback~~~Copper- Adult male Razorwhip~~~Sunset- Adult female Death Song, not tame~~~Obsidian- Titan female Razorwhip, not ​tame!~~~Snowflurry- Titan female Woolly Howl, not tame~~~Magnet- Adult male Armorwing~~~Chaos- Adult male Screaming Death~~~Spottedleaf- Adult female Hobblegrunt/Threadtail~~~Cindertail- Adult male Singetail~~~Goldriver- Adult female Eruptodon~~~Emberspark- Adult female Flame Whipper~~~Echo- Adult male Mudraker~~~Nettle- Adult male Triple Stryke~~~Springcoil- Adult male Grapple Grounder~~~Cloudcutter- Adult male Timberjack~~~Mischief- Titan female Terrible Terror~~~Lava- Adult female Gronkle~~~Starspirit- Adult male Silver Phantom~~~Flash- Adult male Speed Stinger, not tame~~~Fire, Water, Earth, and Air (The Gang)- Adult male Snaptrapper~~~Anemone- Adult female Shockjaw~~~Whiteout- Adult female Snow Wraith, not tame~~~​Tumbleweed- Adult female Buffalord~~~Dawnblaze- Adult female Fireworm Queen~~~Blizzardchaser- Adult male Woolly Howl, not tame~~~Vigilant- Adult male Elder Sentinel~~~Thunderclap- Adult male Skrill~~~Puddlesplash​- Adult female Windwalker~~~Waterwake- Adult male Scauldron~~~​Thistlebush- Adult female Prickleboggle~~~Dartfang- Adult male Grim Gnasher~~~Ravenwing- Adult female Night Terror~~~Bullcharge- Adult male Rumblehorn~~~Tigerstrike- Adult male Deathgripper

Other Vikings: 

*Quicksilver Catspaw​- Goldleaf's brother. He has the ability to change from a human(Quicksilver/Silver) to a cat(Quicksilver/Quick). He also has an amulet that allows him to morph into a Razorwhip(Mercury).

​-Dragons: Oceanmotion: Adult male Shockjaw~~~Chaos and Confusion: Adult male Hideous Zippleback

*Caracal Pounce​- Cara, for short, is a undeveloped female character.

​-Dragons: Mistlight: Adult female Flightmare~~~Flashfire: Teen female Deadly Nadder

*Finn Howler​- A underdeveloped male Berserker.

-Dragons: Ghostlight​: Adult male Flightmare~~~Screech and Howl​: Teen male Hideous Zippleback

*Jayla the Ranger​- Jay is my Ranger's Apprentice inspired character. She is a new character.

-Dragons: Oakleaf: Adult female Sand Wraith~~~Bullseye​: Teen male Deadly Nadder



You are entering Jaxomis's section.

Main Viking- Jaxomis Thornton



Personality: Funny, Mischievous, (Mostly) Loyal, likes to joke around.

F​avorite Weapons: Daggers, Swords, and Throwing Axes.

Extra Stuff: ​The three daggers strapped to his boot have names: (Top to bottom) Bee, Wasp, and Hornet.

Game Info: ​2 Gold stars, 770+ Trophies, 24 Dragons.

Clan: The Messengers


Backstory: ​Jaxomis Thornton grew up on Berk with his mother and father.

​His family adopted Ginger when he was five months old. He trained his first dragon, Fastfire, when he was ten. Since then, he has trained many more dragons.

List of Dragons:  Fastfire- ​Adult Male Deadly Nadder  Shockwave- Adult Female Shockjaw  Glacier- Adult Male Groncicle  Sleet- Adult Female Groncicle  Iceberg- Adult Male Groncicle  Moss- Adult Female Whispering Death  Shieldwing- Adult Male Rumblehorn  Whiplash- Adult Female Razorwhip  Shard- Titan Male Rogue Razorwhip  Lyre- Adult Female Death Song  Raider- Adult Male Armorwing  Ballista- Adult Female Singetail  Magmaflow- Adult Male Eruptodon  Iceshard- Adult Male Shivertooth  Splash & Ripple- Adult Female Hideous Zippleback  Tricktail- Adult Male Flame Whipper (Second Main)  Foxglove- Adult Female Triple Stryke  Beesting- Baby Male Triple Stryke  Oceanbreeze- Adult Female Windwalker (Main Dragon)  Silvermist- Adult Female Silver Phantom  Firesong- Adult Female Moldruffle  Shimmer- Adult Male Shovelhelm   Stonewarden- Adult Female Elder Sentinel  Snowlion- Teen Male Woolly Howl   Venomsting- Adult Female Deathgripper

Other Vikings- Goldleaf Catspaw,

Manicah, GoldenPhoenixFire,

and Harriet The Ranger.


Blackout the Night Fury

​Blackout is Ginger's Night Fury OC. Blackout is a wild Night Fury who lives where Night Furies are more common. He is fierce, proud, and never backs down from a fight. He looks more or less like Toothless, but he has blue eyes and a lighter birthmark on the left side of his forehead. He's really just for RPs and art.


*Edit by me*

*Base by MagaboltPhoenix, filled by me*


Velocity The Night Fury

Velocity is a mostly wild female Nightfury who lives somewhere on/near Berk (I don't know yet.) She is wary around strangers, but friendly and playful with Jax. Her wing and ear tips are a lighter shade of gray. She's ​pretty much just for artwork, fun, and RPing. 

-Amazing bases both made by MegaboltPhoenix-


Random Stuff!

Things we like: Dragons, cats, HTTYD 1, 2, and The Hidden World, RttE, Riders/Defenders of Berk, Tuffnut, Hiccup, Toothless, Trollhunters, 3 Below, most animals, hanging out with each other, watching movies and shows together, Warriors, The Ranger's Apprentice, Wings of Fire, The Dragon Prince, and other stuff.

Things Ginger likes: Reading, drawing, playing SoD, browsing things online, hanging out with my sister, being with animals, DRAGONS, Survivors, The Inheritance books, Rick Riordan's books, being around animals, Keeper of the Lost Cities, and did I mention reading?

Things Jaxomis likes: Hanging out with my sister, listening to audio books, reading good books, playing computer games, watching videos, and other stuff.

Also, in case you were wondering, our Hogwarts house is Slytherin!

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Aye-Aye, Skipper!

*Blinks* No, I didn't see anything. Nothing at all. *Slowly backs away*

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>Skipper< Good.

"Otherwise I'd have to wipe your memory. And trust me, you wouldn't want that."

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Bit by bit Golden waves fell further from the shore. They left mussels, clams and even a few rare and delectable abalone in their wake.

After dealing with Perun, four greedy little black and white dragons not only ate but collected as many as they could; throwing what they couldn’t fit in their stomachs into a big pile.

Unbeknownst to them a timid grey creature watched from the safety of the sandstone.

They don’t seem so bad, She thought as they rushed back and forth between waves, sometimes tripping on their own feet and face-planting in the sand, or missing a sleeper and getting flipped head over tail in the surge.

A whiff of shellfish caught in her nose and it made her stomach growl ferociously. She eyed the growing pile hungrily.

Maybe I should just ask them. They have more than they can eat anyway. They might not mind sharing…

She looked beyond the food to the setting sun.

Another long night was on the approach.

She could bare the cold but it was the sounds that got to her. Creepy sounds like monsters stumbling through the night. Hoots and howls, wails and snarls. The worst ones were none-descript; strange loud thuds, pounding feet, scraping that sounded like claws on rock. Sometimes they seemed very near indeed, like something sneaking up, or next to her breathing into her ear. More than once she was startled awake by wingbeats that whipped sand around her when there was nothing in the sky. And there was no one to turn to and ask what it was, no one to tell her it was all right, no one to hug, to keep her safe and warm.

The black and white dragons were throwing shells at each other now, not a care in the world. They’re not afraid, She thought jealously. I bet they have some nice safe place to live that’s warm and full of food… with other…whatever, they-are. I wish I… had… a place like...

she shook herself back to reality. What am I thinking?!? They knocked out and tied up a full grown skrill! Who knows what they might do to me, especially if there are more.

Her stomach gargled again and little by little she edged further out of the rocks. It’s only for the food, she told herself over and again, just the food.



“It’s getting late, Captain,” Quinnley noted the half sunken sun. “Should we cut our loses and collect the spoils?”

“Shoo! Shoo!” Ensign was bouncing around their pile of shellfish chasing gulls away.

Rrrrrrr…! JustA few… more… minutes…” He gasped. “GRRRRRRR! I-almost-have him!”

The captain had been working at an abalone shell the past half hour. He’d gotten his claws under the sides and was pulling with all his might, only to lose grip and careen backwards into the ocean.

“HUUUGHH. You win today Barney, but I will be back!” The rambunctious dragon sat up and pointed an accusatory claw at the abalone, then pounded his fist. “Next time.”

He stood. “Alright let’s go. Come on Usto.”

“A-right,” Usto put the last finishing touches on an enormous sand castle. He slapped his paws together, looking it over in satisfaction… before smashing it flat with a piece of driftwood.

“Now Usto!”

“I comin!”


“Boys you’ve done some fine work today.” The captain encouraged as they filled their paws. “An enemy vanquished, a critter safe, and ‘rare clams’ as spoils of war. I call that a win-win.”

“It was an exceptionally successful enterprise, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm-hmm!” Usto filled his stomach as well as his paws.

Holding all they could carry the four turned away from the pile and headed for the ocean. Ensign glanced back.

“Wait Captain,” He stopped. “Look,”

At the edge of the sandstone rocks the small creature came cautiously forward. The wind carried a sad squeak to their ears.

They held their positions, waves waning behind them as the she approached.

About thrice the size of Ensign, her grey scales gleamed like silver in the evening light. From her long neck to her long tail a stripe of black snaked across both sides of her body. Those big, ice blue eyes looked up from a lowered head, black puppy dog ears flapping in the wind.

“Please,” She muttered, close enough now that they could hear her. “Please don’t go.”

“The Styawehferroamis!” Quinnley said in awe. “She’s come around!”

“I’m not a styerwerfermus,” She sputtered.

“That’s what you said earlier,” Ensign was confused.

“No I said stay away from me,” She admitted. “But, but I don’t want you to anymore. Please, won’t you stay just until the morning?”

“Can’t,” The captain said curtly. “We have a home and a curfew.”

“Then would you take me with you?”

“No. But here’s a bright idea why don’t you go back to your parents where you belong?”

She unconsciously pulled her tail in with her forepaws, eyes darting nervously to and fro. “I haven’t got any.”

“Listen sister, everyone has parents.”

“Mine died.”

The captain’s eyes grew wide with… awkwardness. “Oh.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ensign teared up. “I know just how you feel.” He wanted to give her a hug but she seemed too nervous.

Quinnley’s mind was elsewhere. “So wait. If you’re not a Styawehferroamis then what are you?”

For the first time she straightened. “I am a Wardanrain, and I hail from a proud race of Wardenrains known as The Keepers of the Storm.”

Quinnley put his paws on his hips. “How do you keep a storm?”

“We can make it rain, or thunder and lightning, or not.”

“Manipulation of the natural meteorological patterns? Ooohoo-hoo hoo!” The tall dragon’s eyes grew wide and he clapped his paws. “That’s practically elemental. We’re talking relative theory here!”

“A rainmaker, eh?” The captain mused. “Interesting.”

“Ooo! And I bet you can fly with those wings too!” Ensign pipped up.

Quinnley palmed his face in frustration.

“Pppft!” The commanding officer waddled over to the dragon in question. She shrank back. “Of course she can! Look at this wingspan. What we have here is a natural born flier.”

“I can’t fly.”

“What??” He jumped back.

“I’m not old enough to. My parents never had a chance to teach me.” She looked at each of them. “You dragons can though, right?”

“Actually we’re-“

The captain slapped a wing over Quinnley’s beak. “Totally capable of flying. Yep, that’s us. Chipperguins of the skies.”

He laughed sheepishly until a suspicious look streaked across his face. “What’s it to you?”

“It’s nothing,” She answered quietly, unable to speak her mind.

Her stomach growled.

Ensign walked over and offered her a clam. She stared at it blankly. “How does it open?”

“Oh it’s easy,” Ensign smiled. “Here I’ll show you.”

The captain looked over the sea as their world turned the dull grey of dusk. He picked up his stack of shellfish.

“Make it a quick lesson Ensign. We stay any longer we’re going to miss curfew.”

“Captain, a word if you will.” Quinnley took him aside. They moved a short distance away.

“Sir I am concerned about leaving the Wardenrain behind. She’s malnourished and completely unprotected.”

“Well what other options are there?”

“Oh… I don’t know… we could… take her with us?”

“Take her with us?!?” He dropped the clams “That’s a negatory, soldier. No unauthorized dragons are to enter the trap, standard procedure and you know it.”

“Then what was the point of her rescue today?” The taller dragon retorted. “If she’s only going to end up as someone else’s meal then why did we even bother?”

“But we can’t,” The captain looked genuinely torn. “We have orders… a colony to protect… and feed… besides the fact we know nothing about this dragon.” His eyes narrowed. “For all we know this could be an elaborate ruse to infiltrate the trap and take control of all our minds… yours first of course because it’s squishy and guillable.”

His intelligence officer glared. “Really?”

“It’s going to be hard enough just getting these shellfish back.”

“I can take some,” the Wardenrain spoke up.

The short distance was a little too short.

“I might even be able to get all the rest of them,” She eagerly scooped up as many as she could. “And I promise I’ll not eat a single one. And I’ll be good, and- and- helpful- and- and so quiet you won’t even know I’m there,”

Those big puppy dog eyes became glassy. “Just please don’t leave me alone.”

“Oh Captain,” Ensign pleaded. “It’s only neighborly.”

“Grrrrr fine,” the captain scowled at his men. “You’ve twisted my wing.”

He turned back to the Wardenrain. “One night. In the morning we’ll sort out a proper place for a sky dragon to live.”

“Thank you,” She said. The tears came. She turned and covered her face with a wing, embarrassed.

The captain’s expression softened. “This sand, am I right? Always gets me in the eyes.”

She nodded. “Yes. Sand.”

“You got a name little Wardenrain?”







She started to look confused. “Yes, Reign.”

“Are you sure?”


“As in little drops of water that fall from the sky.” He made paw gestures.

“Ye- no, no as in ruler of my people.” She returned a little offended. “That’s what my parents said.”

The captains said nothing.

Reign sniffled.

“Ok sure, let’s go with that. The real question is can you swim?”

“Swim?” She swallowed, glancing over his shoulder at the sea and imagining tentacles rising out of it. “Yes.”

“Good. Hold on to those shells and take a deep breath, we’ve got a long way to go.”



It was a long way to go. To long for a little Wardenrain who was tired and afraid and hadn’t eaten in days. By the time they reached the trap, Usto and Quinnley were under her wings pushing while the captain kept her head up. Ensign swam back and forth, taking shellfish one way and returning with buckets of air to put over her snout.

They were all gasping for breath when they reached the entrance.

“Good work men!” The captain squeaked, slapping wings with Usto weakly. “We made it.”

“Cutting it a bit close, weren’t you Velklædd?” An old Chipperguin said as he turned a ship’s wheel ‘round. The wheel moved a small rock that controlled a flow of water, that when at full strength pressured a very large boulder over the entrance the four Chipperguins and Wardenrain just swam through.

“Oh you know me Ahab” The captain hopped to his feet. “Living dangerously.”

Ahab looked suspiciously at Reign.

“What’s that?”

“A friend.”

“You brought a friend for supper??”

“No, she’s alive! Sheesh.” He second-guessed himself and checked to be sure the silver dragon was breathing. “Yes. Alive. And you needn’t worry about letting her in I’ll take full responsibility.”

The Wardenrain’s eyes fluttered open. “Where… where am I?”

“Twenty-Seven Leagues under the Sea.” Quinnley chortled.

“You’re in our home,” Ensign beamed. The white part of his coat was glowing mostly with just a tint of blue.

Quinnley shook the water off his back and glowed gold, Usto when he shook was bluer than Ensign and so was the captain.

“Are you going to turn your coat on?” Ensign asked.

“I don’t think mine does that.”

“Sure it does. All dragons glow under the right conditions,” Quinnley reassured.

She tried shaking but nothing happened.

“Mmm. Perhaps your species only glows in the old country.”

The fivesome walked through a dark and spacious, dome-like chamber.

“Against my better judgement I welcome you to our inner sanctum, young Rain.” Said the captain. “This is Chipperguin Central; thoroughfare of a vast array of underwater tunnels and chambers designed to protect us from the fiercest of predators and the most patient of enemies. If we’re safe here, you’re safe here.”

The walls were lined with dozens of tunnel entrances. Glowing Chipperguins, who were the only source of light in the dark, filed in and out of them constantly. Most were on all fours or sliding on their bellies, the only ones that stood on two legs were the ones carrying dirt and rock. It was a very busy place and Reign crammed in close, resting her chin on Ensign’s head as her eyes took in the sight.

“What’s that sound?” She asked nervously, looking down a tunnel where a red light flared up and died down repeatedly.

“That clanking and banging and sawing and zapping? Chipperguins at work. We’re building a new nursery.” Quinnley explained.

“No not that, the other sound. It’s musicalish.”

Multiple notes bounced off the walls resulting in a constant hum. It was quite beautiful actually, but with a touch of eerie and mysterious.

“Oh that’s just all of us Chipperguins singing,” Ensing explained. “For the most part we talk by putting our beaks together and blowing.” He put his paws on his cheeks and crossed his eyes. With great effort, he blew/spat until one sad little note escaped his beak. “Like that!”

The others glared, making Ensign blush.

“Ok maybe not like that but you get the picture.”

“Usto take the spoils up to reserves. Quinnley report todays’ events to the General, and our ground surveillance recon for the sector 8 air shaft to Himmellys, Engineering. Ensign stay with Rain. You can show her around the civilian departments, nothing more. Understood?”

“Aye aye Captain.”

“I’m going to see the ‘Queen’” -he made air quotes with this- “About a dragon consultation tomorrow, topside. Oh and to get Rain a visitor’s badge.”

“Won’t we need that now?”

“Not if you stay outside secured facilities, Ensign,” He said both sarcastically and suspiciously. “I’m keeping my eye on you, soldier.”

He slid away on his belly.

Reign heaved a sigh of relief.

“What’s this?” Ensign turned to her in his friendly, naïve sort of way. “Everything all right?”

“The Captain. He talks very loud and sternly.” Reign watched as he disappeared down a tunnel. “I’m glad he’s gone.”

“He’s really not all bad,” the little Chipperguin chirruped. “Just has a bit of a paranoid tic.”

“I had one of those once. Monstrous Nightmare gel does wonders to get rid of them,” She tried to be helpful.

“That’s not- nevermind.” He got down on all fours, ran around and then stretched. “That does feel good,” he sighed.

A very loud, shrill whistle echoed through the caverns and made Reign jump.

“Ooo, swing shift. That means the mess hall is open. Say why don’t we meet up with Usto there? I’m sure that’s where he’ll head after dropping off the shellfish.”



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The mess hall was aptly named. A lively place full of flying food, water and Chipperguins of every shape and size.

Babies scurried underfoot. Nannies, glowing the same pale blue as Ensign, tried to corral them back to the rookery. Big Fighters glowing plain white had jagged beaks. They sat together, very stern looks on their faces while slightly smaller Hunters about the size of Quinnley told tall fishing tales to lots of loud and cheerful Workers. Soldiers the same blue as Usto and the Captain mixed with the boisterous workers, some just as dusty as them.

Reign was all but standing on Ensign as they weaved through the living sea.

“Hi Bob!”

“Hi Ensign!”

“Hi Tina!”

“Howdy Ensign!”

“Hey Phil!”

“Whatup?” Phil dabbed.

“Mrs Merryweather you look lovely today,”

“Oh, you sweet young fellow,” Wrinkly Mrs. Merryweather patted his cheek. “And who’s your friend?”

“This is Reign. We rescued her from a skrill today and now she’s our guest.”

“What a fine young dragon you look to be, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Reign curtsied.

“And such good manners too!”

A ruckus rose above the din. Mrs. Merryweather sighed. “I’d love to stay and chat dear but duty calls. Enjoy your visit.”

Ensign sighed. “That Mrs. Merryweather is so sweet; and she makes the best fish pie this side of the archipelago.”

The old Chipperguin slipped between brawlers and began slapping one with her paws and the other with her wings.

“Scurvy lot!” She barked (among other words) “Break it up or I’ll break you. I won’t stand for such a motley crew!”

“Also she’s the head of engineering.”

Reign had never been around so many other creatures at one time and she didn’t think she liked it.

A very chubby Chipperguin waddled into the hoard carrying a flat stone overflowing with all manner of seafood. Another dragon followed him, taking fish off the platter and throwing them to open paws.

Reigns’ new acquaintance jumped up on the table. “One cod please!” He shouted.

A great big Atlantic Cod hit him square in the face. It took both he and Reign to pull it off his beak.

“There you go,” He smiled up at her.

“But aren’t you having any?” She asked, mouth watering.

He looked down at his round belly. “There’s no room left after all those shellfish.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. Though her parents had taught her good manners this place didn’t seem to care much about that, and after three days without food etiquette was the last thing on her mind.

“Hello, Quinnley!” Ensign waved his friend down as Reign tore into that fish.

“Ensign.” The other returned unamused. “Reign.”

“Hello,” Reign said between mouthfuls.

“Did the filing go well?”

“It would have if the chain of command actually believed anything I said.”

“Oh dear. I hope Usto had a better time of it then. He should be done by now… wonder where he is?”

“Ah-ha.” Usto hopped up at the stone table they were all sitting around. “They like me.” He grinned smugly. Quinnley glared.

“Well if it isn’t our personal circus,” Four of the stern, white glowing dragons sauntered up.

“Fighters,” Ensign and Quinnley cringed. Usto growled, raising his crest.

“Stand down, Usto.” One ordered. He obeyed but with a snarl on his face.

“Ha, soldiers. It works every time on them.”

They eyed Reign suspiciously.

She shrank down so far only her head was visible over the table.

“What on earth did you bring in here?”

“This is Reign,” Ensign said in a small voice. “She’s visiting for the night.”

One came up close and sniffed her. He snorted. “Well, the night can’t be helped since the gates been shut. But we’re not keen on having none-Chipperguin visitors to the trap.”

Quinnley stood on the table at his fullest height, looking down to them over his nose. “Really? Are you afraid of a little baby dragon?”

The big Chipperguin’s crest rose aggressively. “You should talk. You can’t even kill a fish.”

“I’m not afraid, I’m a pacifist. Most of the time. In addition I just think it’s stinking, messy business and believe my cerebellum could be put to better use in one or more of the endeavors or other enterprises within our extensive community.”

They stared at him blankly.

“Where’s Velklædd?”

“He’s meeting with the Queen about meeting with other dragons tomorrow.”

“Ensign,” Quinnley hissed. “Opstay Alkingtay.”

“Calling a meeting? Why?” the ringleader of the bunch chortled. “Is he demanding that all dragons stand on two paws?”

“No,” Ensign growled- ever so softly.

“Are you sure?”

He faltered. “No.”

All four laughed.

“Oh maybe he wants to ban all Kytes from flying,” another hooted.

“Turn the colony into a ‘democracy’!”

“Or put the trap into lockdown until he finds the individuals plotting an elaborate coup.”

They laughed harder.

 “Spies! Everywhere!”

“THEY are watching us. ALWAYS WATCHING…”

“The truth is out there!”

“Alright we’ve heard enough.” Quinnley snapped, paws on his hips. Ensign was at his side and Usto too. “You can’t go on like that about our commanding officer. It’s uncouth.”

“…Untooth?” They looked at each other, confused.

“Of all the Chipperguins in this trap you Quinnley should know he’s gone a bit soft in the head.” The ringleader tapped Quinnley’s noggin.

“What I think is irrelevant.” He batted away at the bigger dragon’s paw. “Captain Velklædd is our leader and we will follow him off the ends of the earth.”

“Then… all I can say is I’m sorry for you loss.”

With this they turned around- right into the captain himself.

“Velklædd,” that biggest one said, eyes darting this way and that. “…how much of that did you hear.”

“Oh plenty,” the little Chipperguin had a mischievous gleam in his eye. He leapt into the air in a backflip, jumping over the embarrassed dragons onto the table with his men.

The Fighters cringed.

“Usto! Crowbar!”

Usto horked up not a crowbar, for those are hard to find lying around in 500 ad, but a bludgeon.

“Eh.”  The captain shrugged and took it in his paws.

“Stand down,” One of them ordered, nervously.

He laughed. “You know that little trick doesn’t work on me.”

“Take it easy Velklædd,” they backed away. “Put the bludgeon down.”

“Boys I can forgive ugly words- true, or untrue. But I can’t ignore you harassing my men like this. It’s undisciplined, slanderous, and dare I add spineless.” He swung the bludgeon over his shoulder and paced the length of the table. “What should be done about this? Quinnley, options?”

“You could pound them until they resemble yen-yang pancakes, sir.” The intelligence officer grinned from ear to ear.

“Yayayayayah!” Usto bounced up and down.

“You said you were a pacifist!” The ringleader Chipperguin spat.

“I also said most of the time.” Quinnley corrected.

“Now men, violence only begets violence. Never forget that,” Captain Velklædd observed. “I believe the best course of action is- a warning.”

He pointed an accusatory paw at the four white-glowing dragons. “You got off easy today boys, but if I ever catch you messing with my men again the coroner’s going to hear about it. Ca-peesh?”

The captain waved his bludgeon around.

“Alright, alright ca-peesh.”


As soon as the four big Chipperguins were out of hearing each soldier got a wing slap.

“You namby pambies. I was only gone for fifteen minutes. When are you going to stand up for yourselves?”

“We were trying to, Captain,” Quinnley growled, rubbing the back of his head. “And in fact, standing up for you.”

“Of course you were. If I’m insulted we’re all insulted. That’s how it works.”

He watched the four bigger dragons leave the mess hall and turn left.

“Up next for patrol, eh?” the Captain rubbed his little paws together. “Good to know.”

“Come to think of it that warning to the fighters was uncharacteristically kind of you sir.”

“Not really Quinnley. Revenge is a dish best served cold and unexpected. Now where’s Rain?”

“Down here, sir.” Ensign pointed under the stone table.

“Oh. Look sister,” he said in a half teasing half gentle sort of way. “You’re shaking like a leaf. The affairs of Chipperguins shouldn’t trouble a brave sky dragon like yourself.” He puffed his chest out, raised his crest and wings proudly and put his paws behind his back. “Show me a brave face.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Well, get one. In the mean time here’s your badge.” He slapped a live starfish in her shoulder. “You can now go anywhere in the trap except maximum security… including our HQ. Wanna see it?”


“Too bad that’s where your sleeping tonight. Move out.”


“Where you successful in getting the Queen to call a summons?” Ensign asked Captain Velklædd as they all waddled back to their HQ.

“What? Oh yeah, totally. We’re meeting tomorrow ten hundred sharp.”

He spoke in a bit of a sing song voice.

“Ohhhhhohohoh,” Quinnley grinned. “It must have been difficult, getting her Majesty to make room in her busy schedule on such short notice.”

“Not that hard.” The captain retorted. “I have my ways.”

“That’s right, he’s a real charmer.” Ensign giggled.

“Did you bat your eyes?”

“Say pretty please?”

“Zip it. Both of you and that’s an order.”

Usto ran ahead and smashed a round oaken door.


“Welcome Rain to our HQ. Consider yourself privileged among Chipperguins and sky dragons alike; for few have ever entered this highly secured facility and lived to tell the tale.”

His three soldiers looked sadly to the ground. “Poor Hans.”

The captain took a rectangularish rock from inside, whipped out a starfish of his own and waved the rock over it.

“Beep!” He squeaked. He gestured the others.

Ensign, Usto, Quinnley and Reign gave him their starfish to scan before entering. Once everyone was in they picked up the door and put it back in it’s place.

Reign stared.

So many strange things. Some gleamed, some looked pointy, others boxy. There were shiny clear things that had water in them, and long wooden things that had hard, sharp metal ends.

“This is Quinnley’s corner. Most these things he swiped from passing ships, though some he’s teleported from our base in…


wait; in where?”

“You know,” The brainy dragon shuffled his feet, glancing sideways at Reign. “Ethay Igbay Appleyay…”

It took the Captain a minute.

“Oh right, right. We were hippies there.” He listened to the words coming out of his own mouth. “Does that sound right?”

“Mmm no. However there were hippies involved.”

“Then pandas, maybe?”

“Same studio, different franchise.”

“Blast! How come I don’t remember?”

“It’s only an observation, sir, but I believe you may be suffering a bad case of Acute Parodical Universitis. Sorry about that. It’ll be the first thing I adjust on the Alternate Reality Ray. Once I get it working again.”

“Curse your mad scientist breakthroughs,” He slapped his face with his paw. “It’s only a matter of time before we forget our own names, Quinnley.”

Three of the four Chipperguins wandered around the small room until they found a comfortable place to sleep. Once settled, they stretched like cats and stopped glowing. Only Ensign was left standing.

“Here,” he said, handing their guest a furry blanket. “I swiped this off a traders’ boat. It’s very warm and nice to sleep on.”

“Thank you Ensign,” Reign said. “You’re very kind.”

“You’re quite welcome. Sleep well, I’ll see you on the ‘morrow.”

He stretched and curled up a short distance away.

The room filled with Chipperguin snores. Reign made three circles on the furry blanket and rolled up in a tight ball. She sighed. Trapped in an underwater cave with a colony of crazy Chipperguins, of which the craziest were the four sleeping in this same room. Was it really better than being alone up top?

A shudder ran down her spine. Crazy or not they at least they weren’t ghosts in the night. Eventually she fell asleep.

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Water lapped gently at the sleeping skrill. It splashed up on his nose and made him sneeze.

“Ohhh my head.”

Perun rubbed his eyes and blinked. He woke to a splendid dawn, tied to a drifting raft in a still sea. On one side he had two pales of fresh water, on the other a pile of shellfish.

“What? Where…???”

Using his teeth, he cut himself loose. He turned in every direction. Not a speck of land to be seen.

A piece of birch bark, stuck to his forehead fluttered in the breeze and he pulled it off with a wing-claw.

“To Russia with love,” The skrill read aloud. It all came back to him, the cocky little black and white lizard and his little friends, who dared to defy the great Perun.

As he stared out across that empty, glassy ocean, one thought burning in his mind.



“…Who is Russia?”






It’s hard to tell what time it is when you’re underground, but Chipperguins are nothing if not punctual. A shrill whistle announced the morning shift.

All four well dressed dragons hopped to their feet.

“Aha,” said the captain, looking both pleased and a little suspicious. “Looks like our guest is an early riser. How long have you been up Rain?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t sleep very well.”

“Not to worry you won’t be staying here long. Boys you got half an hour to fill your stomachs. Then it’s off to the counsel and then our beat.”

“Aye-aye captain!”

The three saluted and bolted for the door.

“Hey! What I say about all fours?” Velklædd barked.

“Sorry Captain!” A distant, not so sorry chorus rang out.

He shrugged to Reign. “Eh, soldiers. What are ya gonna do?”

He sucked in his pudge and looked very stern. “As for you prim and pretty’s the word, asap. Got to put your best paw forward today, and that’s none of them right now. Look at you- dusty, dirty, you still have a piece of kelp stuck to your tailfin. And you kinda smell fishy. It’s no good.”

Reign was embarrassed. “I do my best to keep clean.”

“Well it’s not enough. Soldier I order you to go get a bath.”

“In water?!? No way! There’s no telling what lurks below the surface.” For the first time she gave him a defiant look. “Besides I’m not a soldier.”

“Oh I noticed,” Velklædd gave it right back. “But you’re under my protection down here and therefore my authority. Go wash, I won’t say it again.”

It was a comical sight but in the end the Captain was able to drag reluctant Reign to some water. Both came out cleaner than when they had come in. Shortly after they were joined by Quinnley, Ensign and Usto.

“So how are we going to get her back out of the Trap?” Ensign wondered, remembering how hard it was to get in it.

“Himmellys may have the steam elevator running again. If it isn’t we’ll just have to take the stairs.”

The men cringed at the thought. “Could maybe… some of us take the main entrance?” Ensign asked hopefully.

“Where’s your sense of moral support? If one goes we all go. Especially if that one is me.”


They didn’t have to make such a fuss. Himmellys had the elevator, consisting of one carefully carved rock sitting on top of an old and faithful geyser up and running as usual. High above sunlight streamed down the perfectly smooth, tube-like air-shaft.

“It’s state of the art, Captain,” Himmellys was saying irritably. “I know you like to push the limits but please, leave the elevator alone for her maiden voyage.”

“Alright alright! Bossy beak,” He hopped on. “I won’t break your precious rock.”

Reign didn’t like how the ground hissed beneath her feet as they got on.

“Is this safe?”

“No.” All four dragons said.

“Launch!” A Chipperguin running the elevator shouted.

On the dot the geyser spouted. Out went Reign’s claws. She wanted to roar but couldn’t catch her breath.


Flying out of the trap all five were temporarily blinded by the glaring sun. The Chipperguins knew the turf well, backflipping off of the stone and landing on their feet. Reign held on.


She smashed into the sand.

“Oh dear,” Ensign hurried to her side. “Are you alright?”

She spat sand out of her mouth. “Peachy.”

“Oh and you smashed the rock with your face,” Velklædd griped but thought better of it when the little Wardenrain sent him a dire look. “Oh I guess it’s not really your fault anyways. They just don’t make rocks like they used to.” He waddled back to the geyser hole.

“State of the art my tale, Himmellys! It broke!”

A bunch of angry squeaking rang up from below.


They arrived at the summit as it began in Ishida Bay.

Dozens of colorful dragons dotted the beach. Terrible terrors glided lazily on the ocean’s breeze. Grey stubby nosed dragons played in the sand while a family of small, red-backed flat-tailed onlookers wined at them. A Monstrous Nightmare sunned on a very shiny golden rock and in the shallows a couple of lime green dragons with little red dots tussled over a halibut. Deeper in a pod of migrating doublefins decided to stop by, and beyond that, unbeknownst to them an old Scauldron lurked, not as much interested in the meeting as he was the dragons that came to it.

In the sawgrass young nadders and gronckles played tag.

“Ensign, Scauldron two O’clock. Warn the double-fins and keep an eye on him.”

“Aye-aye sir.” The littlest Chipperguin slid away on his belly.

A flock of tiny wedge-shaped dragons buzzed circles around the remaining four. Usto pounced and caught one in his paws.

“Peace summit, Usto,” Quinnley said in a hushed tone. “No one is allowed to eat anyone at the counsel.”

“Oo’ says?” Usto challenged.

“I do.” The Captain backed his intelligence officer. Usto grumbled, releasing it.

“Well if it ain’t my favorite Republicans.”

A Chipperguin scurried up the dune to join them. She was neither old nor young, and very short. Shorter even than Ensign, and adorably plump. What Reign would remember most about her was her smile. So full of joy- but it was not like a child’s that has never seen hardship. More like an old soul who’s learned how to overcome it.

“You’ll see, one of these days your Majesty.” The captain smiled in his overly confident way. “Democracy is the future. Madam President has a nice ring to it, Don’t you think?”

“Sure thing, sugar.” She laughed. “If I ever sort out what a republican democracy is in the first place.”

Velklædd shook his head, but his eyes glassed over dreamily.

Quinnley elbowed Reign, grinning and raising his eyebrows. Reign smiled a little.

“Is this the little dragon you were talking about?” The newcomer focused on Reign, paws on her hips. “The Wardenrain?”

“One and only,” Quinnley answered for the captain who was still in a dreamy fog.

“Girl what’s your name?”

“Reign,” She said with a curtsy. “Pleased to meet you, your majesty.”

The Queen Chipperguin about melted.

“Velklædd you scallywag y’all didn’t tell me she was such an angel! Look at those floppy ears and that shy smile. Baby girl you could get anything your little heart desired with that smile. Oh I could just eat you up.”

Two more Chipperguins ran to the Queen’s side. “Your Majesty, the General is about to announce you.”

“Fine. Reign honey I’ll see you in a few.” She hustled back into the center of all the commotion.

Now, it’s not in a Wardenrain’s nature to warm up to a stranger on first meeting, but those few seconds left Reign feeling like she’d known the Chipperguin Queen her whole life.

The captain waved his nose in the air. “Quinnley, Usto! Did you smell that?”

They followed his lead. “I smell a good many things, most odious. But to which to you refer?”

“The one that smells like cold hard danger,” He said with narrow eyes, scanning the crowd below.

“Nope.” Usto shrugged. “Nada.”

“Same Captain.”

“Hmm. You could be right, it was there and gone in a second. But keep an eye out, all the same.”

One long low whistle, flowing into a shorter higher note and then back to low and long, turned a few eyes.

Atop an old stump stood a very serious looking Chipperguin. He had the same jagged beak of the Fighters from the night before, but he was much older and covered with scars.

“Attention! Her majesty the Queen will speak.”

Reign watched with rising curiosity.

She hopped up on the stump, a stark contrasted to her announcer in every way except color scheme.

“Thanks General,” She said. “Now if I could get your attention, y’all…”

The Queen stared out at dragons playing, arguing, sleeping, doing just about everything but listening.

“Your attention please,”

The Monstrous Nightmare yawned and rolled over.

A firm look streaked across her face.


She screeched at the top of her lungs.

“What? What is it? Who?” The Monstrous Nightmare jumped to sleepy feet. Everyone else fell into dead silence.

“Sky farers, land dwellers, and our kin of the sea, we set aside our differences (and appetites) to unite today as a common kind. Dragon kind. I’m not one for fancy words so I’ll just get to the point. You're here to give counsel, on behalf of an orphaned sky dragon left to fend for herself in this harsh world. Come on up here, honey,”

Her majesty gestured Reign with a paw.

The silver dragon hesitated, glancing to Quinnley, Usto and the Captain before joining the queen on the tree stump.

“This is Reign. And through an interesting turn of events she has sought refuge with us in the trap. Now I given it some serious thought and though I would love to extend permanent invitation to this little angel, the underground ain’t no place for her. She ought to be among the skyfolk, or at least surface dwellers. If anyone has any insight as to who or what would best suit her needs-”

“So this is an adoption?” One of the Wedgewings looked around, confused.

“Adoption or auction. That’s a little weird for dragons to be selling dragons, though,” Flare pondered.

“Especially when we don’t got no money to buy other dragons with,” An ice-crusher chewing on halibut bones pointed out. “…What would we even buy another dragon for?”

The Queen scowled. “Ok y’all don’t listen. I said counsel. I called yuh here for counsel as to who, or what, would make the best home for our friend Reign. We ain’t selling nobody.”

“Oh ok! That makes more sense.”

“Happy to clear it up. Now start councelin’.”

The dragons put on their thinking caps.

“She could live among the Eavesdroppers, of SaLis Isle.” A terror said, licking her eye with her tongue. “They’re nice enough. Maybe not the brightest, but nice.”

“Have you seen this girl?” The Queen waved. “She already twice the size of an Eavesdropper and she’s still growin. Swingin from trees is not gonna be her thing.”

“Oh wait! Maybe she’s a digger. Do you like digging?” One of the stubby nosed grey dragons ran in excited circles. “Like really really like digging? Diggin and swimming? And playing? So much that you felt you would hideif you couldn’t do all those things at once?”

“No, I can’t say I’ve felt the urge to play that much.” Reign admitted. “And certainly not to dig.”

“Oh.” He stopped running. “Well you probably wouldn’t like to live with us then.”

“That counts us out too,” said the flat-tailed, red-backed dragons she had seen earlier. “You can’t be a muddycry without getting your paws dirty. What about you Flare? You’re a sky dragon. Why don’t you take her in?”

“Because I’m irresponsible.” He said without a hint of guilt or knowledge as to what that meant. “Ask Azule.”

“Don’t you think I have enough on my plate?” Azule the black and blue nadder grimaced as her children chewed on her wings, feet and tail.

“We could take her,” A double-fin spoke. “There’s always room in the pod for another.”

Her majesty nodded. “That’s a thought. How do you feel about the ocean, Reign?”

She looked at the Queen with those big ice blue eyes. “It’s terrifying.”

“Ok. Hey thanks but sounds like Wardenrains aren’t keen on the ocean.”

Wardenrain??” A chorus of voices shouted- including the old Scauldron’s.

“Scauldron!” The doublefins cried out, swimming away. “The Chipperguin was right!”

At the word Scauldron, the two Ice Crushers ran up the beach away from the water. Once in the sawgrass they stood like prairie dogs on their hind legs, scanning the sea.

“I tried to warn you!” Ensign yelled atop a rock. The long neck of the tidal dragon rose high out of the water but his head stayed level with the Chipperguin.

“Heheh,” Ensign gulped. “Peace summit.”

He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the meeting. “That’s quite the young dragon you have there, your Majesty,” it spoke in a mocking tone. “And quite the problem.”


Flare jumped in surprise as the shiny golden rock he was sitting on moved.

“Smaug and Viserion it’s alive!” He gasped before igniting with a snarl.

“Calm yourself, Flare.” Two friendly eyes not unlike a buffalord’s smiled out at him. “Don’t you think if I had intended to hurt you, I would have already?”

“Midas!” Velklædd set his beak and jumped between the enormous gold-clad creature and the Queen, paws and wings ready for combat, crest standing on end.

Usto and Quinnley were at his side in an instant.

“I thought I smelled your cold hard hide you sick, greedy monster! What are you doing here?”

“It’s a summons. There’s no law against coming to a summons,” He said in surprise. “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?”

“Stand down Captain,” the Queen ordered. “He won’t try anything with this many witnesses.”

The witnesses looked on with rather baffled expressions.

“Words can hurt, you know. After all I was just going to warn you of the danger you’re in.”

“The only danger I see is the one in front of my face,” Velklædd snapped. “…Oh. And- and to be fair the Scauldron about to eat Ensign. That’s dangerous too.”

“Oh there’s a much greater danger than lazy old me,” Midas nodded earnestly, Ensign yelling in the background. “You’re in danger because of her.”

He pointed with one giant claw to the tree stump.

“The Queen? Pfft. I can handle her.”

“Excuse me?” Her majesty head bobbed.

“Not the Queen. The Wardenrain.”

“Why would she be any trouble?” Quinnley asked, genuinely confused. “She’s posed no threat whatsoever to any of us. I’d go as far as to say there’s not an aggressive bone in her body.”

“She’s not aggressive, but her powers will have the attention of every storm dragon in a hundred mile’s radius. You see, once little Reign is grown she will be the strongest of them all.”

The captain glanced dubiously back at the frightened silver dragon. “That Rain? Are you sure we’re talking about the same dragon?”

“Absolutely. The Wardenrain is a rare and exceptional species. In my many years I’ve been privileged to know only a handful of their proud race.”

“You’ve met other Wardenrains?” Reign stepped forward with awe. Midas looked to her with gentle eyes.

“Did you know my parents?”

“I did indeed, little one.”

“Honey don’t listen to him,” The Queen put a wing in front of her. “You don’t want no part of this dragon’s schemes.”

“But you don’t understand, Chipperguins. Reign’s life and the lives of any creatures she lives with will be in constant, mortal peril. Skrills, skywyrms, and nightfuries all alike will come at her from every angle in this weak and vulnerable time. She needs someone big, and strong, that is at least intimidating to behold, but if push came to shove could keep such terrors at bay.”

“Oh like you for instance?” Velklædd smiled.

“Well… now that you mention-”

The captain threw a rock at Midas. He blinked as it clanked off the hide between his eyes like a pebble, and between that blink the tenacious Chipperguin jumped onto his face.

“Wrong! We wouldn’t let you have her if you were the only dragon left on earth.” The captain spat.

Those friendly eyes turned icy cold. One giant forepaw plucked the Chipperguin off his face and dropped him in the sand. It could just as easily have crushed him like a grape.

“Does the captain speak for you, your Majesty?” He gave his attention to the Queen.

She put a paw to her chin and tilted her head. “Mmmmm….. yeah. Yeah he does. I thought for a moment ehh, maybe not so intense but he’s right you’re an eel in dragon’s clothing.”

He turned to Reign. “And how about you? After all, in the end the decision is yours to make.”

“I…” she looked around nervously. “I’m not… not sure…”

Every Chipperguin shook their head, even Ensign as he performed a serpentine to escape the Scauldron.

“I would take good care of you, keep you safe, tell you all about the amazing things your proud species is capable of, and of course, everything I know about your parents.”

A little warning bell rang inside her head, saying it was too good to be true.

“Thank you, Mr. Midas for your kind offer but I must decline.”

He was both surprised and a little irritated. “I’m sorry you feel that way. Really I am, but I see my wisdom and kindness have fallen on deaf ears. When you can hear reason you’ll know where to find me, your Majesty.” Midas nodded to the Queen.

The great beast rose from his resting place, sand and rock tumbling off him to the ground, and with a mighty blast of wind took to the sky.

He left in his wake many bewildered faces and a dead silence.

“What will we do now?” One of the Roverlots finally spoke, worry in his tone.

“You,” Velklædd pointed a claw at the Scauldron who was almost on the beach. He stared down with wide eyes.


“You seem to know a thing or two about Rain’s race. What can you tell us?”

The tidal dragon studied the sky in deep thought. He sloshed something around in the pouch of his mouth.

“Spit that out,” The captain groaned. “Playing with your food like what are you, five?”

The Scauldron spewed and out flew a slimey, shivering Ensign. “He didn’t taste very good anyways.” The old dragon grumbled.

“The things I’ve seen!” Ensing gasped, twitching in the sand. “I think Mandfredi and Johnson are down there.”

Usto and Quinnley cringed.


Poseidon, for that was the Scauldron’s name, snickered. “See those were a couple of good, tasty Chipperguins. But that’s neither here or there. What I find interesting in all of this is the failure to mention how you came across your young friend. Tell them Captain, how did you meet charming little Reign?”

“Simple. Perun was trying to eat her and we intervened- with a chop, kick and a heee-yah!”

As he enacted the scene the crowd gasped in horror.

“Then Midas was right about everything; skrills really do go after her kind. We can only assume the rest do too!” Azule rawked, gathering her little ones under her wings.

“Midas is a conniving manipulator. At best some of the stuff he says is true but most of it isn’t.”

“You Chipperguins are the only ones that think that,” A gronckle grunted. “No one’s ever seen that gentle soul harm a fly.”

“He can and he will if you stand between him and his gold.” The Queen said gravely. “Now can we get back on topic? Nothing that’s been said changes the fact that Reign needs a home above the ground. Is there anyone out there that might take her in? Anyone at all?”

“I’m sorry but this is just too dangerous,” Azule eyed the sky nervously and herded her children away. “I must keep my own children safe. Skrills hold grudges, you know. Best of luck to you all.”

One by one each dragon gave an excuse.

“So. Not one of you can find it in your heart to take this little angel under your wing?” Her Majesty was angry now.

“Who are you kidding, Chipperguin? None of us can stand up to a skrill, much less a skrill like Perun.”

“Uh hello? We conquered Perun. He’s currently on a raft drifting towards Russia.”

No one believed that.

“Seriously. He is.” Velklædd looked around.

“You know, there’s one option not explored.” Poseidon said casually. “Humans.”

Another gasp resonated from the throng.

“Bold,” Quinnley mulled it over. “Not quite insane, but mad enough to be genius. Storm dragons are terrified of humans- even Perun was known to give a wide berth to their type.”

“But they are monsters. My mother, a big jaw trap… she stepped in it…”

The Queen looked down at her gently. “Now baby girl. We all lost kin to that kind, but just as we ain’t all good or evil, neither are they. There’s a downright jolly pack of them living three islands south that many good dragons have willingly joined. It might be just the place for you, if you’d only give it a chance.”

“But she can’t go to the human tribe,” One of the Ice Crushers pointed out. “You said yourself she’s no swimmer, and look at those wings. She’s never used them in her life.”

“Well, she’ll need lessons then.”

The Ice Crusher bit her lip and stepped back.

There was a good deal of averted gazing and shuffling feet. Perun had instilled in them too much fear.

“Oh come on. Y’all got wings, don’t you? Somebody gotta teach this girl how to fly. ”

“Oh let’s think; what was the criteria? Teach how to fly… live above ground… knows something about Wardenrains… and can fend off an angry skrill.” A salty terror said. “None of us can do that. But you know who can?”

“I know! I know!” Another of the stubby nosed diggers ran in circles.

“Yes Rover? Who do you think?” A Wedgewing (sitting next to the terror) bounced up and down, exciting the little tidal dragon all the more. “Who do you think? Come on I know you got it in you!”

“Midas! Midas can fly and he is big and strong and nice and does all those things!” Rover wagged his tail.

“Bingo.” The terror and the Wedgewing fist-pumped.

“No can do. That psycho would have to walk over my cold dead body to get his giant mitts on Rain.” Velklædd crossed his paws. “And those of my men of course. That’s implied.”

“…Wut?” Usto said.

“Earth to dodo,” A muddycry called out. “Midas is your only option.”

The captain stared out at many fearful, confused or defiant faces, a snarl on his beak.

“Fine. If it means keeping her out of Midas’ clutches I’ll do it.”

“Say what now?” The Queen raised an eyebrow.

The Captain squared his shoulders and stood tall as he could.

“Your majesty, with your permission I will remain topside and protect Rain from any potential threats until she either learns to fly and moves in with the humans or grows big enough to defend herself.”

His men stared wide-eyed, and a hushed murmur rose from the crowd.

YOU are going to teach her how to fly.”

“Sure. Everyone seems to think the hard part of this gig is fighting off a skrill. Well I have that checked off my list, how bad could a few flight lessons be?” He returned smugly.

“But you-”

“-are a capable and imposing teacher? Yes I know.”

“No, you can’t-“

“Say no to an orphaned dragon who has no place left to turn? You got that right.”

“That’s not-“

“-What any of YOU were willing to do? True.”

There was a bit of growling and snarling at this comment. Flare wagged his tail and lowered his head aggressively.

“Calm down. No need to get your scales all out of place over words. Captain Velklædd,” Her Majesty studied him a moment, shaking her head. She straightened and addressed the crowd. “Captain Velklædd’s made his offer. Are there any others besides Midas’?”


She turned to Reign. “It’s your decision girl.”

Reign took a deep breath. “I choose the Captain.” She said, loud and clear.


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With that the meeting adjourned. The Ice Crushers wished Reign the best of luck and the Roverlots all gave her a big group hug, saying they wished they didn’t live in the ocean, or they would have taken her. They also shook paws with the Captain and saluted him.

“Fortune be with you Reign,” Poseidon snaked his head towards the Chipperguin and Wardenrain. He grinned an ugly grin from ear to ear. “And Captain, you slippery eel, I look forward to meeting with you topside.”

“Haha, so do I Scauldron,” The captain bounced around in the sand, boxing the air. “So do I.”

“Safe fishing!” He laughed before splashing back into the sea.

Her Majesty came up.

“Velklædd you bull-headed wily old seadog.”

That dreamy look returned to his face. “All the kinds of words I like to hear. Keep talking.”

“A lone Chipperguin staying topside. Unheard of. I sure hope you know what you’re doing.” She put her paws on her hips.

“Don’t I always?”

“I’m not going to answer that. Look it’s not just your life at risk here today, but Reign’s too. So. What’s your plan of action?”

The dreamy look disappeared. “Plan. Right. It mostly involves… action. Lots of it.”

“Like what?”

“Covert operations, espionage, and flight simulators. I’m sure Quinnley could whip one up in a jiff.”

“She doesn’t need a simulator she needs flying. REAL flying.”

“That is a challenge. But one I can and will easily overcome. With a very well thought out plan.”

She palmed her face. “I can’t believe the choices came down to you and Midas. This is insane.”

“Why?” Reign said in her small way. Nothing said was giving her an overly-confident feeling about her choice.

“Because we Chipperguins are great at building impenetrable fortresses, but not so good at being alone and out in the open, angel.” Her voice softened.

“So you can’t protect me?” She said in alarm.

“Of course I can. I’ll pledge my life to it, right now.”

“Yes protecting is Velklædd’s thing, he’s very good and passionate about it but we’re not talking about terrors or nadders,” The Queen looked at him fiercely. “Reign’s enemies are skrill and skyworm! And what are yours again? Scauldrons, Kytes, gluespits, black sands, deathsongs, scuttle claws, gronckles, nadders...”

“Tut tut tut you flatter me, Matriarch. But why doesn’t anyone believe that we took down Perun?” The Captain was getting a little annoyed.

“Well… we have had some fanciful conquests in the past sir. Such as the nightfury that turned out to be a Black Sand.” Quinnley pointed out.

“We did wrestle down a Night Fury. He had green eyes and smooth scales not sharp and pointy. He just gave us the slip by swapping out with the Black Sand in the night. Who had YELLOW eyes I might add.” Memories flooded back and the captain set his beak and hit his palm with his fist. “The one that got away.”

“Rrrriiiiggghhht,” The intelligence officer rolled his eyes.

“Can’t we just go back to the trap then?” Reign brought the conversation back around. “If we’re not safe out here I’d just as soon go back. The Captain could teach me how to fly from down there.”

“You can’t Reign,” Her majesty said sadly. “You were lucky to survive your first trip down.”

Reign had no idea how close a brush with death that really was.

“Besides there’s no room for your aerial exercises down there, even in Chipperguin central.” Said the captain his paws behind his back and his chest out again. He began to pace and the three soldiers instinctively came at attention.

“No underground namby pamby, overrated safe house will ever do for a fierce sky dragon like yourself. You sister, are going to need that,” Velklædd swept his paws towards the cloudy sky. His little wings stretched out as far as they could. “Look at it. A canvas of blue and white, wind for the sails, and all of it ripe for the taking. Stretch ‘em!”

Quick as a flash he slipped under her left wing and pulled. She raised it and her other cooperatively.

“Close your eyes.” He stepped back. “Do you feel that under your wings? Up-drafts scattered by sea and rock and cliff, downs swirling senselessly and filled with sand. But up there the shear wind is your bread and butter. When I’m through training you you’ll be the knife to that butter, it’s master and commander, a lean, mean flying machine!”

She did feel something. Sand. Pelting her hide.

The Queen looked to him suspiciously. “Sounds like the beginnings of a half-baked plan.”

“Not half-baked, all baked. Burning, in the oven. I pronounce Operation: Jomfru Tur a go.”

Quinnley and Usto nodded. “Captain,” Ensign cleared his throat. “We’ve with Her Majesty’s permission we offer our services to you and Reign.”

“Are you sure?” He looked the young soldier up and down. “Staying topside will be dangerous. You boys probably won’t make it out with your lives, and there are plenty of other good captains that could use such fine soldiers.”

“All due respect sir, we have no wish to serve under another captain.” Quinnley said proudly.

“Ditto.” Usto added. They saluted.

The captain wiped his eyes.

“Sir… are you… are crying?”

“NO!” Velklædd turned away, sniffling. “Captains don’t cry. I’m just, perspiring through my eyes.” He turned and saluted them back. “I’m so proud of you muttonheads.”

“Captain, a word if you will.” The Queen moved away.

“Oh sure thing.”


As they talked, very loudly a fair distance away, Reign looked down at the three soldiers.

“Well it’s just you and us again, Reign! Are you exited to learn how to fly?”

“If I learn how to fly,” She gulped. “Everyone seems to think I won’t make it.”

“Of course you’ll make it. You can’t go into a great adventure with that attitude. Don’t think of the scary things that could happen, think about the good things.”

“Statistically the scary things outweigh the good by 87 percent Ensign.” Quinnley said in his helpful way.

Ensign glared.

“But- but that still leaves a whole, whopping 13 percent chance of success!”

Reign groaned and plopped down in the dirt.

The captain slid back, that dreamy look on his face once more.

“What did she say?” Ensign asked.

“Oh. That she would k ill me if I or any of you died on this mission.” He waved the threat off. “Atten-tion!”

All three jumped into line.

“You too, Rain. In the past I have treated you as a civilian, but no more. I now pronounce you an honorary soldier, so start acting like one!” He barked.

Begrudgingly she joined the soldiers.

“Men- and Wardenrain- operation Jomfru tur is about conquering the sky, the elements and our own neighbors if the need arises. We must be cold as ice, sharp as flint, strong as rumblehorns, and fierce as the storm. And how do we do that?” He said with a smirk.

“Discipline!” Ensign, Usto and Quinnley replied.

“That’s right! I would like to introduce you to phase one; a hard-core full-body workout. Spread those wings!”

They spread their wings. Reign accidentally knocked Ensign over as she did. The captain went through, inspecting and adjusting where he felt adjustments were needed.

“Now keep em spread, and give me twenty laps around the island. Let’s go!”

They started to jog.

“Keep em up boys, no slouching. Do I see some flapping action there, Usto? Way to up the ante soldier.”

Reign’s wings caught in an updraft and she rose off the ground a few feet. She flapped frantically. “Help! I can’t control it!”

“Feel it Rain! Where is it going? Where do you want to go?” Velklædd turned.

Changing direction, the wind shifted from an updraft to a downdraft and poor Reign plummeted into the sand.

The rest of the day was spent running around the island. They never did make it to twenty laps but that was impossible and Velklædd’s fault, as he was the first to get winded. Low tide came and they scoured the beach for shellfish until dusk. The Captain looked for his abalone but it had wisely moved on.

The fivesome found a secluded cave, settled in for the night and fell into a dead to sleep.


The next two weeks were the most physically exhausting Reign had ever experienced. Who knew the little black and white dragons, which she was fast outgrowing, had so much stamina? Every morning they rose at the crack of dawn, the captain and one of the soldiers would make a parameter check signaling if the coast was clear. Then everyone ran three laps around the island with wings either up or flapping. Next the Chipperguins would fish- and since the little Wardenrain couldn’t swim she was always the lookout. Then, after breakfast they were back to training until the tide went out just before dusk.

They never fished in the same place twice but at random locations because Poseidon was always somewhere nearby. Once he kept them at bay all day and they were forced to hunt in the shallows. What they brought back made Reign gag; a still wriggling, writhing octopus. But she was too hungry to stick her nose in the air.

Captain Velklædd was nothing if not creative. Each day he came up with something new for the little silver dragon to do. Day two it was weightlifting with her wings, one Chipperguin on each wing, and swimming in the shallows, doggy-paddle style. The next he had her spin her tail like a top for a full hour and made her swim again but only with her wings. On day four, she had to weightlift with two Chipperguins on each wing while raising her tail up and down with each beat. Day five he took her to the tallest outcropping, and had her hold onto the rock with her claws while the wind whipped her open wings every which-way.

On day six, a particularly wild and gusty day, Reign was making a lap around the island with the others when she got caught in a gust, rising twenty feet off the ground and gliding back twice that far. The captain stopped and watched as she kept her head and tilted her wings. It was rocky at best but she managed to regain the ground lost by the time she touched down.

She hurried up to him, beaming.

“Not bad, soldier.” He said, looking pleased. “Not bad at all. In fact I think we can take the rest of the day off.”

“Really?” She said excitedly.

He grinned. “Boys what do you think?”

There was no answer.


They were halfway down the beach.


Encouraged by her success Reign rose bright and early the next day.

“Captain,” she whispered, nudging the sleeping dragon.



“Shouldn’t we get back to training?”

“Nope. It’s Saturday.”

“What’s Saturday?”

Quinnley, on the other side of the cave, opened one lazy eye. “The day we Chipperguins do absolutely nothing at all. We don’t even fish.”

“Nothing?” She looked shocked. “But that’s so boring.”

“Whippersnapper.” Usto snored. He was still asleep.

“You can play if you want, but no work.” Ensign yawned. “I might join you later.”

“Trust me it’s good for you. And you’re going to need your rest for tomorrow.” The Captain said, before he rolled over and went back to sleep.

The little Wardenrain had to make up her own schedule that day, as the Chipperguins never even left the cave.


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“Gentlemen… and Wardenrain, we have graduated to Phase two: climb that hill.”

He pointed to the gentle incline into the center of the island.

“Seems easy enough,” Quinnley said, paws crossed. “What’s the catch?”

“You’ll see.”

After all that running in the sand the walk up the hill was a breeze. They came to the other side of the island where the hill came to an abrupt end; a sheer cliff looming over the sandy beach. The wind was tame on this side, blowing at a steady ten miles an hour.

“What next captain?” Asked Ensign.

“Next we find a tree. With low branches and really close to the cliff.”

They found just the tree. A gnarly old thing that stood perhaps ten yards from the cliff’s edge with an enormous trunk. Strong branches hung low enough for Reign to reach them, if she stood on her hind legs.

They gathered beneath it.

“Everybody pile up on Rain’s back. It’s time to fly.”

“Fly??” She repeated in alarm. “Off the cliff?? But it’s so high. And there’s not enough wind. I haven’t trained enough. I- I don’t think I’m ready.”

She started to back away.

“The wind is a tool for flying, sister, but you’re the one that has to get up in the air. Personally I’m more the jump off the cliff and figure it out on the way down kinda dragon, but I think we’d better try a different tactic with you.”

The all clambered up onto her back.

“Why- why do we have to be under a tree?”

“Because. All the best fliers started under a tree. Sir Isaac and his apple tree, Amer Ican and his Liberty Tree, Wadsworth and his Charter Oak, Robin and his Major Oak, General Sherman’s Sequoia, and Bodi’s Fig. All great fliers, all great trees.”

“Couldn’t we do laps instead? Or maybe I should practice swimming more.” She stared down at the water. “I think we should do this tomorrow.”

“Rain, look me in the eye.”

She turned and met his gaze. He put his paws on the sides of her head and his face against hers.

“Do you trust me?” He said, eyes wide.

“Y-yes,” She glanced to the left.

“Dit-dit dit, eyes on me. Do you trust me?”


“Enough to wear this?”

He whipped a long piece of burlap out of nowhere.

Those ice blue eyes bulged. “Over my eyes? I won’t be able to see anything!”

“I know. That’s the point of being blindfolded.”

She fell silent.

“Look sister. We have to teach you how to fly, and this is the only way I know how. So are you with me or aren’t you?”

Reign looked out over the cliff. The height made her feel dizzy.

She felt a pat on her back. “I’ll be with you the whole way. I won’t let you go and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

The little Wardenrain studied Velklædd’s face. He meant every word.

She snorted not at all unlike a horse that decides to trust in its master over instinct.


He nodded. “Good.”

On went the blindfold. It felt itchy and rubbed her floppy ears the wrong way.

The captain turned to his men. “All right boys, no more holding back. Rain’s ready but she just needs that extra push. We’re going to get her off the ground.”

“Ummm, how, Captain?” Quinnley sounded very confused.

“By flying, of course.” The captain retorted with a clenched beak. “Get with the program, Quinnley. Wings out!”

Reign felt the four dragons on her back shift their weight.

“You too Reign.”

She unfurled her wings, breathing hard and trembling.

“Chipperguins only, lock into your position.”

The little Wardenrain cringed as eight tiny claws dug into her scales. They weren’t sharp but it still hurt, and weirdly it sounded like tree bark.

“Chipperguins only, commence flapping!”

The air above her spun as eight little wings beat. At first their weight seemed to bounce up and down. It gradually became lighter… and eventually the little feet were not resting on her but pulling.

“Rain! Downstroke on my signal. Three… two… one… go!”

She beat her wings.

“And up! And down! And one! And two!”

The leaves in the tree were rustling.

“Keep it up! Reach higher! Don’t be afraid brush the ground! A bit more speed! One! Two! One! Two!”

She beat with more strength.

“Come one men!” Captain Velklædd shouted. “Put your backs into it! Pull! Rain, faster now! Faster! One, two! One, two!”

The Chipperguins were really pulling on her back now. Her legs stretched to stay on the ground

“I can’t hold on much longer!” Ensign gasped, wind from Reign’s wings throwing his little body around.

“Don’t quit on me now soldier! Faster Reign! One two one two one two!”

Her legs began to feel weightless.

“FASTER!” The captain roared. “One-two-one-two-one-two-one-two!”

With a shout one set of paws let go and tumbled down her back.

Keep going!” Ensigns said as he continued to roll down the gentle slope.

On his way down Ensign accidentally knocked Quinnley off balance. He struggled to regain his footing.

“Now Rain! Harder and faster than you have ever flapped before! Put your heart and soul into it! Remember, I’m here and I’m holding you up. Onetwoonetwoonetwoonetwo!!!”

“Oooohhhh man overboard!” Quinnley hollered. “Look out Usto!”


The intelligence officer rammed into Usto as Reign’s wingbeats flung him back. Both went careening off her back.

“Maybe we should stop,” Reign said fearfully. “They could be hurt!”

“They’re- fine!” The captain gasped, pulling with all his might. “Keep… flapping!”

Her paws were off the ground now, and her tail kept flicking up to maintain balance.

Now- start- tilting- front part- of wings- like- swimming- br east stroke!”

She did as he said.

A few seconds later the steady wind gave her a little kick. With the blindfold it made her nervous.

“Are we close to the edge now?” She asked. “I feel like we’re listing.”

“We’re listing a little,” He said between breaths, still flapping just as hard, even faster than she was. “But it’s fine. No we’re not on the edge of the cliff but we’re close. Which way does it feel like we’re listing?”

“To the right. We’re listing to the right.”

The wind got a little stronger.

“Then angle your tailfin and drop your left wing, just a tiny bit.”

She did so and had to catch her breath.

“It’s ok. You cut a little too fast on the end of that downdraft but we only lost a few feet. The wind is stronger now. That’s good. You don’t have to fight it you can use it. Remember on the beach? Spread your wings out full and let it carry you.”

“But what if I fall?”

“Pfft. I told you I’ve got you. And besides, the ground is only a little ways down. Heheh, Ensign is trying to keep up with us. Grrr on all fours.”

Cautiously Reign slowed her strokes and stretched her wings. The captain was right, it felt the same as it did on the beach, but less erratic.

“Good, good!”

“Are we on the edge now?”

“Nope not even close.” He stopped flapping as well. “How about a shallow dive? I’ll tell you when to pull up.”


The Wardenrain folded her wings half-way and turned her nose downwards. The rush was exhilarating.

“Steady, steady…” The captain busied himself with their descent. “Alright pull up. Perfect!”

He crawled up her neck and pulled the blindfold off. She gasped. The cliff was nearly a half-mile away.

“Take a look at that! First flight and you’ve clean cleared the island!”

She looked down to see nothing but ocean.

“I can’t do this. I’m not ready. I-I can’t!” She lost control. “Oh please, take us back. I think I might fall!”

“Hey! Hey!” He flapped. “Get ahold of yourself! We’re in this together. I can get us back if I have to, but not with you going out of your mind.”

“Ok,” Reign said between gasps of breath. “Ok. We’re ok, I’m ok.”

“That’s right. No need to panic. Deep breaths.”

She calmed down.

“Now. Stop stroking so fast and work yourself into some easy gliding. I hear it’s soothing to the soul. And whenever you get nervous remember, I’m here to take over.”

Assured by his words Reign spread her wings to their fullest.

On updrafts and downdrafts she glided, guided by the feel in her wingtips, and the Chipperguin on her back. The fin on her tail, which in the past she felt served no purpose, became a key in her balance and turn rate. Once in a while she would catch a vertical wind shear that would throw her off balance, but every time it surprised her less.

The air smelled different up there. It was less salty and more sweet; and the only hint of fish or low tide came from the Chipperguin on her back.

Reign loved it, and over the course of the next few days she learned to love that wind. Velklædd was right; on the surface it was crazy and sporadic but that was due to all the obstacles in it’s path. Up in the sky it was like an invisible sea, with a constant ebb and flow. You could ride it if you only knew how to listen with your nose and wings. And Reign listened. She listened very well.


In a moment an hour passed and Captain Velklædd said to turn back in.

“Can’t we stay just a bit longer? I almost have this wind shear down.” Reign concentrated on navigating a downdraft.

“I like the attitude soldier, but you’re gonna run out of energy. Better to do that on the ground than in the air.”

So they turned back, and it was a good thing they did. Appearances can be deceiving and the distance between them and the island was no exception. Reign was pretty tired by the time they came in for a landing.


On a freshy made, sandy runway Ensign, Quinnley and Usto watched.

“Do you think they’re coming too fast Quinnley?” Ensign asked, shading his eyes with his paws.

“I’m sure they’ll ease off.”

They continued to watch.

“Mmmm… they don’t look like they’re slowing down.”

“The Captain’s no fool, Ensign. He’ll pull her back up if he has to.”

“I dunno,” Usto said uneasily.

The Chipperguin and Wardenrain were only fifty yards away now, coming in hot. Velklædd was waving his paws wildly.

“Oh crab they aren’t. Hit the deck! Evasive! Evasive!”

The three split, clearing the way for Reign. She didn’t so much touchdown and smash down, tumbling head over tail a good distance before coming to a stop.

She popped out of the sand, sputtering. “That one hurt. Maybe you should take over landings until I have a better grip on the gust factor.”

No answer. She looked around. “… Captain?”

Deep in one of her imprints was a squished black and white blob, face down and wings out. One paw rose out of the sand, giving her a thumbs up.

“Captain!” She hurried over and pulled him out as the other Chipperguins caught up.

His face was pale as he gasped and coughed for air.

“Captain are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” He croaked. “Any landing- you can walk away from- is- a good landing,”

Captain Velklædd got to his feet and tried to high-five one of his men. He swung and missed; spinning a full circle before falling back on his face.


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Every day Reign’s wings grew stronger and she grew more confident. She and the captain went from free-flying to more technical work, navigating the sea stacks, spinning a few cautious circles around a certain crochety old Scauldron (while the captain made faces and threw insults at of course) and finally some serpentine between the trees on the island. She learned to catch things in air; starting with rocks that the other Chipperguins threw then on to seagulls. Her big, ice blue eyes turned out to be excellent for spotting fish near the surface. Once she figured out how to strike them so that they died on impact, and lock her talons so that they didn’t fall back into the ocean on the way home, the team never had to eat another octopus again.

A few times she asked the other Chipperguins to join her in the sky. But they would always give a sideways glance to the captain, and tell her she wasn’t ready for air-traffic yet.

On all these trips Captain Velklædd was her anchor… or well, the equivalent of that for flying. He always helped her with take-off and whenever she felt nervous he would take command until her confidence returned. The only thing he refused to do was help her land.

“I will not enable you to slack on the most important part of flying!” He’d bark when she was particularly demanding about it. So there were a lot of crashes.

Several times he ordered her to fly a circle around the island solo, but each time, no matter how hard she tried she could never make the simple trip.

A fortnight passed since the day they had gone topside.

They were visited periodically by fellow chipperguins checking in to make sure all was well. The Queen even came once. Sometimes the Ice Crushers would play in the wind as they team mad their daily run, and on more than one occasion the roverlots joined them.

Some minor confrontations rose up. Once around noon a Kyte was spotted in the air and they stayed hidden in the cave for the remainder of that day. Kytes are notorious dive-bombers and a natural enemy of the Chipperguin. No one knew how they felt about Wardenrains but they weren’t really interested in finding out. Another day a Black Sand ambushed them from below but between the four Chipperguins and Reign they had him tied up and re-located on a tiny island next door. He never came back. And yet another day… the day after Reign had flown circles around him, Poseidon swam into the shallows and waited for the team to make their lap around the island. If it hadn’t been for Usto’s vigilance the Captain would have been boiled alive that day. Once the Scauldron’s shot limit ran dry, angry little black and white dragons retaliated by pelting him with clams as he crawled back into the deep.

Last of all, though they never actually saw him there were several times both day and night there was a sickening sweet smell of gold. Midas was on the prowl, searching for them. Thanks to the chipperguins prudence in covering their tracks he never found them.

All-in-all any threats that rose up were addressed and everyone was still alive. A win-win, as the captain would say.


“Gentlemen- and Wardenrain-“ Velklædd strutted across sand, a small straight stick in his paw and the blood red sun rising behind him in the east. “Over the last two weeks you have all performed above and beyond the call of duty! As of yet, this mission has been nothing but one success after another. You should pat yourselves on the back.”

They glanced at each other, beaming with pride.

“Now, tomorrow is the follow up meeting to see how Rain’s training has gone and to determine if she wishes to live with the humans. For us, that means entering the third and last stage of Operation: Jomfru Tur, and I want everyone to show me the same persistence, courage and stamina that you’ve all displayed throughout the rest of our training.”

“You can count on us, Captain!” Ensign said with his ever-positive attitude.

“I know I can. And I am, Rain.”

He turned his attention to the silver dragon, now four times his own size.

“Do you think you have what it takes for this next stage of your training?”

“Yes, sir.” She said bravely.

“Good. I do too. Begin Phase Three: the Jomfru Tur Solo!”

All three soldiers shouted joyously.

“Focus men! I’m laying out the flight plan.” He took the stick and a couple of rocks lying around, and began scribbling in the sand. They all gathered.

“This rock is Chame Island, Ishida Bay. These lines are the straight of Fandargon, and this other rock, SaLis Isle. Rain will take off from Ishida beach flying due north and maneuver through the sea stacks. Once she’s through she’ll make a sharp turn, double back over the sea stacks and Chame Island, and cross the Fandargon straight; heading southward to SaLis at a steady fifty yards above sealevel. On arrival she is to come full circle, counter-clockwise around the volcano. Then she’ll fly due West over Eavesdropper Wood; weaving through the trees until she reaches the Hodgepodge dam where she’ll catch a fish of any size (extra points for a big one) before making contact on Aurora Bay.”

He threw the stick away.

“That’s three locations and we’ll need men on the ground and fish in the sea at each point. Ensign, I’m assigning you the sea stacks. The first ourcropping will give you the best view. Usto you’re our fish in the water. Track with her as she crosses the straight. Quinnley, you’re on SaLis Isle, Aurora Bay. I want and expect a flawless landing. Did you get all that?”

“Aye-aye, Captain!”

“Alright. Ensign prepare the runway, then head to your post. Quinnley and Usto, head out.”

They saluted and scampered off.

Reign and the captain stood facing each other, all confidence draining from the former. She kept trying to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.

“If you have a problem with Jomfru Tur Solo, you better say so now.” He said sternly.

“No sir. Not if you come with me for my jomfru tur solo, sir.”

“No can do. It wouldn’t be solo!”

“Yes I know sir- but- but… well, would you come as my spotter?”

He looked her up and down with paws crossed and a firmly set beak.

“I’ll do everything myself. The takeoff and all the flying and catching and the landing. Besides, you don’t have a role in this mission.”

The little chipperguins’ face softened. “Well, I guess that is still solo flying… ooo, with extra weight, too. Alright. I’ll come with you but don’t expect me to do anything.”

“Aye-aye captain!”

Reign breathed a sigh of relief. She’d never flown across the straight before, so knowing someone had her back if anything went wrong really boosted her confidence.


It took him over an hour, but with a rake made of branches and rocks for cones Ensign groomed Reign a perfect runway. As he finished a shadow, driven on a strong gust of wind rolled over the beach.

“Hmm. Might get some rain today.” Ensign said to the silver dragon, noting a billowing flock of dark grey clouds. “I hope anyway. We haven’t had it in months.” He took her paw and shook vigorously. “Well I better be off to my post. Best of luck out there today Reign! I know you’ll be wonderful!”



The captain stared up at a grey sky. He stretched out a wing and looked carefully where it’s dull shadow fell.

“O’ nine hundred. It’s time.”


He clambered up onto the Wardenrain.

She spread her wings, tilting them forward and back before folding them in again. She flared her tailfin, raising it and lowering like a butterfly, then repeated the process with the fan. With her nose she sniffed the wind. A faint scent of apple. Apples were growing on east Island. The wind was coming from the east.

Reign looked straight ahead at the runway shifting her weight from one foot to another. She took a deep breath, and let out.

Let’s do this.

“Whoa!” Velklædd gasped as she launched forward.

She ran full speed across the beach.

At the end of Ensigns’ runway the wardenrain leapt into the air, unfurling her wings. That east wind blew her inland but only for a second. With a swish of her tail and the lilt of a wing she corrected.

They made for the sea stacks dead ahead.

“Ok. The outcroppings from south to north average about thrity-forty deep, seastacks at twenty. Spaces between spires measure as little as three feet in some areas. You have to weave between fifteen stacks minimum; without touching them or any other outcroppings even with your wingtips.”

Reign set her jaw and brought her wings in tight as she could. “You might want to hold on.” She said.

Over and under, in and out, loop-de-loop, she never once touched a single stone no matter how tight the spaces got. Boldy passing through openings only four feet wide, her maneuverings proved graceful and purposed; every part of her agile body under careful control from the tips of her wings to her breathing pattern. The captain really had to hunker down a few times just to keep from getting smooshed.

Coming out on the north side, she turned a sharp 180 around Ensign as he bounced up and down, waving, before climbing one hundred and fifty feet.

They were just below the cloud line.

“Those were some fine serpentine skills back there, Rain,” The captain complimented, plopping down on her back leisurely. A peel of thunder crumbled in the distance.

“Thank you sir.” She murmured, distracted with the tingly feel of electricity in the air. It was put her on edge.

There was a whistle and a splash below.

“Ah, there’s Usto. We’re past Chame’s Island.”

There was another splash, and another as Usto dove under the surface of the water and shot back out again, following in Reign’s wake.

“Now for the long haul.” The captain stretched his little legs and folded his paws behind his neck. “It’s a one hour trip from here to Salis Isle, but not as bad as it sounds. Let the wind do the heavy lifting, you just worry yourself about keeping those fifty yards.”

He rested his eyes.


A half hour later He was bounced awake by turbulence.

“Whoa now,” Captain Velklædd scowled as Reign jerked. “What are you doing,”

“Nothing. I just missed that updraft by accident sir. I’ll regain altitude.”

“Better soldier.” He blinked a few times, trying to figure how far down the water was through the fog. “I’d hate to fail you on a technicality.”

Reign shook her head, trying to put that electric feeling out of her mind. I’m only imagining it. I’m only imagining.

“Hey. What happened to Usto?”

She looked down. “I don’t know. He was there the last time I checked.”

Velklædd slapped his face. “How long have we been in this fog?”

“About ten minutes?”

“When did you last see Usto?”

She blushed, putting two and two together. “Ten minutes ago. Sorry, Captain.”

“Fine. It’s fine.” He said in a less than jolly way, pacing. “Salis Island is still visible and in this weather what more could we ask for? Keep to the course.”

She nodded.

“This… is weird.” The captain turned his paws up and down.

“What is?”

“My scales are standing on end.” He tried to brush them back into order but they just stood back up again. Something made him look up and Reign felt him tense.

“What? What is it?” She said nervously.

He shushed her, not answering for a full minute.

“We’re not alone.”


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Her eyes bulged and she stared into the grey.







A smooth but cruel laugh echoed through the fog.

Reign seized up in mid stroke. They spiraled downwards, out of control.

“Rain!” The captain flapped his wings frantically. With his fore-paws he slapped some sense back into her. “Pull up!”

She beat her wings clumsily, halting their descent.

“It’s Perun,” She squeaked, petrified with fear. “What are we going to do? Oh Captain I’m scared, there’s nowhere to run or hide.”

“We’ll think of something. Just don’t go AWOL on me now,” Velklædd panted, climbing up onto her head. “Keep your wits about you.”

The fog swirled around them.

“Hahaha oh this is rich, isn’t it? A sad excuse of a wardenrain, and a chipperguin, all alone in the big empty sky. What could go wrong with that? Say, not a bad start for a joke.”

“Perun,” The captain raised his crest and hissed. “What are you doing back here? We fixed you up for good.”

“Well that’s true.” The great skrill emerged from the mists. By comparison just one of his wings covered Reigns full wingspan. She shrank back at the sight of him.

“Let me tell you the tale. When I woke and found your note, I thought to myself ‘oh that old island’s getting dull anyways. Why not see how this plays out?’ So, of my own choice, of course, I did go to Russia. I’ll hand it to you captain she is the loveliest skrill I ever did meet. Flashy, wild, ferocious, a voracious carnivitarian, and such a delightful accent. We danced, we flew; we ate a fine Siberian Ibex under the auroras. I looked into her eyes and she into mine… But alas, things just didn’t work out between us. So here I am! Fresh from a good night’s sleep on East Island and plotting my revenge when we stumble across each other’s paths. The world is so very small, isn’t it?” He laughed wickedly, and as he did sparks flared from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail.

“Then what happened?”

“What?” He stopped laughing.

“Then what happened?” The captain repeated.

“I just told you the whole story.”

“No you told me the first part of the story and then cut it short just when it was getting interesting. You, Russia, a meal of Siberian Ibex...”

His eyes grew wide. “There’s nothing to tell. We just weren’t each other’s type.”

“Could you elaborate a little? I mean, so much detail and then all the sudden zippo. Did she fall ill? Have an irritating habit you couldn’t stand? Become allergic to you?”

“Allergic? No! Nothing like that.”

“Or perhaps,” that cocky smirk crept up Velklædd’s face, “She saw your true, arrogant nature. Or the sick pleasure you take in being cruel to the weak. Perhaps she couldn’t bare to be a partied to your tyrannical, iron-clawed rule and sent you away with a dagger in your heart!”

“Ok. Wow.” The skrill looked like he was about to burst into tears.

“Climb,” The captain muttered under his breath. He tapped Reign with his tail. They had lost a great deal of altitude just by hovering. The little wardenrain caught an updraft and road it back another ten yards. “And be prepared to dive when I say so.”

“I… may have said things I regret. Made some choices I wish I hadn’t…” He started, following them on the same rise. “And if I ever had the chance to right them I would. Truly I would but she’ll never take me back. Never.”

“Oh buck up, lizard. All you have to do is say you’re sorry and you’re back on track. Trust me.”

An ice cold glint flashed in his eye. He regained his composure. “But enough about me, what about you? What should be done to my prey, and the little dragon who fancies himself a comedian and dares to think he can take what is mine from my jaws?”

He circled as he said this.

“Well… a massage would be nice. With a box of eels. Oh. And maybe some tickets to that mud spa everyone’s been raving about.”

“Mud spa? Ooo, that would be nice. Maybe I’ll stop by once I’ve ripped you limb for limb!”

Perun launched at Captain Velklædd, snapping his jaws. Reign ducked and the chipperguin flipped onto her back.

“Dive! Dive!” He shouted; then whistled very loudly three short whistles, three long, and three short.

Reign did as she was told but it was sloppy at best. She just couldn’t take full control of herself and she started panicking.

“Easy Rain! I have a plan,” The captain tried to consul her. “See the island? Stay to the right. The volcano creates a strange air pocket in it’s shadow; the outside part is a constant updraft while the inside is a down. If we can trick Perun into falling into the downdraft we’ll have the upper wing and a chance to hide. But you have to give it everything you’ve got!”

“Ok,” She panted. “Ok!”

Dry storm gusts whipped the sea into a froth and Reign had a terrible time navigating over the angry waves.

Perun glided leisurely down out of the clouds. Reign turned her head.

“Focus soldier! Keep your eyes on the prize.” Velklædd used her ears as blinders so she wouldn’t see the quickly gaining dragon. “Don’t look back!”

“It’s so far,” she whimpered. No matter how hard she flew the island never got any closer.

“Fighting the headwind, are we?” Perun put in effortlessly beside them. Reign faltered and he grinned.

The taunt backfired, however. Because just as the little Wardenrain lost her balance a monster of a gust hit her dead on.

The captain held on for his life as they somersaulted through the air. Higher and higher it whipped them, first one way and then the other until they didn’t know up from down. And just as they felt it might tear them apart they spiraled into a calm…

…Some hundred yards above the sea.

Far down below the skrill stared up; a most irritable expression on his face.

Reign could barely breath. Her wings and body shook uncontrollably. The captain gazed towards Salis Isle.

“Don’t panic. I have- a new, plan. It involves a diversion.”

“We’re so high up.” Reign said in little more than a whisper, so stressed she was doggy-paddling.

“I said don’t panic.”

“I’ve never been this high.” She looked dizzy.

“It’s no different than fifty yards get over it.”

“Don’t you think you better do the flying now?”

“No.” He said sternly. “You can do this.”

A little gust hit them. Reigns wings caved to it.

The tears came. “I can’t do this Captain. I’m sorry I just can’t.”

He turned his attention the skrill on the rise.

“You can and you already have.” The Captain climbed up on her face. “Listen sister I’m a chipperguin. We are mean, lean swimming machines but the ugly truth is we can’t fly. Look at these things!” He raised his flippers. “I can’t fly, and I never have.”

She stared at him in horror. “But that means-”

“We could have died any one of those trips? Yes! But did we? No! And I knew we wouldn’t because buried deep inside of you is a sky dragon, a fierce, proud beast gnawing at a prison of fear. All I had to do was pretend to be the safe net, and look what you accomplished! Are you really going to tell me the same dragon that flawlessly spun through a three-foot gap between solid rock at forty miles an hour can’t handle a little headwind? I have faith in you Rain, it’s about time you had some in yourself.”

Perun had cut the distance between them in half.

Velklædd pointed. “He doesn’t know how strong you really are, so on my cue I want you to fly towards that island, into that tumult of wind and cloud like you own this storm… because you do. Say it! You are a keeper of the storm! SAY IT!”

“I am a keeper of the storm,” She repeated, unconvincingly.


“I am a keeper of the storm!”

He smiled and gave her a lick on the forehead. “Now show me your brave face, cuz that’s in there, too.”

Reigns’ eyes widened. She reached with her paws a second too late.

The Captain let go.


The Wardenrain’s cry echoed in his ears as he righted. Angling his flippers he corrected course, aiming the skrill.

Target aquired.

For a flightless dragon Velklædd was quite the aerobatic, landing squarely on Perun’s head.

“What the blazes!” He roared, blinded and flapping wildly. “Get off!”

Though he shook his head vigorously the captain only laughed, stretching his little body across Perun’s face. With his forepaws he grasped between the dragon’s teeth, and with his hindlegs he latched onto the nostrils with his claws.

“Miserable little leech! When I get my claws in you…”

Perun bowed his head and tried to hook the chipperguin. The captain threw his weight around, ducking and dodging those six-inch wing-claws.

It was a short-lived attempt on the skrills’ part. He had no idea how high up he was anymore and didn’t feel he had the luxury to keep tossing his wings about so carelessly. A cunning thought came to mind.

“Fine. I hate using my lightning on menial, worthless lumps of clay such as you but I simply must find and end that Wardenrain.”

A surge of electricity escaped skrills’ core. Fingers of lightning spread over him and pulsed through Velklædd.

Chipperguins don’t know that if you’re not grounded you can’t be electrocuted, and the Captain was no exception. The horrid feeling of all that energy flowing through his body took his mind away from the battle, just as Perun had hoped. He tossed his head and the black and white dragon went soaring through the air, flapping those little flippers.

Perun chuckled at the sight. Amused, he bounced him off his snout.


The Chipperguin sounded like a beachball when he made contact, and could not help flapping his wings every time he was thrown back into the air.

“Oh -OW!- come on! -OW!- Not cool.” Velklædd hissed. “Fight fair-Ow!- for Pete’s sake!”

“Who the dickens is Pete?”

“Who the dickens is dickens?” The black and white dragon retorted, paws crossed. “Ow!”

The mean-natured skrill laughed all the more. He spiked with his nose. He whipped with his tail. He flipped upside down and kicked with his feet. Each knocked a little more sense out of the Captains’ head.

“You really are hilarious,” he taunted. “which reminds me, I met up with a friend of yours on East Island. Midas I believe? Anyway, he told me your life’s story. And now that I think of it, captain, there could be no better end for you!” He laughed. “Dying the way you lived. A joke!”

He caught the dragon in his teeth and it squeaked.

A peel of thunder ripped through the atmosphere.

Wait. This isn’t a thunderstorm… Perun looked around. A silver flash caught his eye. There to his right, coming straight for him was the little wardenrain.

Confused he just watched her approach. Did she just not see him? Or was the fearful little creature showing a different side?

One thing was certain those clumsy wings were far more capable than he had first assumed. The wardenrain came upon him so much stronger and faster than he thought possible, ramming into his side and knocking his breath away. He barreled out of control and dropped the chipperguin.

Reign snatched the limp little body out of the air.

“Say something,” she muttered, holding him up to her face. Until that moment she never realized just how small Velklædd really was. “Please be alive.”

“Oh Rain,” The captain groaned, head still reeling from all that bouncing. “You were supposed to fly away.” He couldn’t help a smile, patting her on the nose. “Some guts coming back though.”

She sighed in relief. “Can you sit on my back?”


He was right. He could sit on her back but she should have asked if he could stay on her back. The answer to that was no.

Two seconds later saw her diving for him again. This time she wasn’t quick enough to the draw.

“NO!” Reign shouted as Perun caught the black and white dragon. Another rumble echoed through the sky.

Ice blue eyes and fiery yellow met; one in fury and the other in surprise.

“Let him go.” She said, clouds curdling behind her.

Perun watched those clouds and growled. “Oh you’re just like you’re father, aren’t you. All courage when you have power. How shallow.”

“You should talk,” the dragon in his mouth said.

Glancing down Perun spotted a shoal of jagged rocks below. “Let him go you say? As you wish!”

The skrill flung Velklædd towards the rocks. Reign folded her wings in pursuit; the crafty skrill hot on her tail.

“EeeeeeiKK!” The captain squeaked. “Sharp and pointy!” He flapped, though it made no difference in his plunge. “Curse you, tiny flippers!”

Twenty yards…


Five… three, two one!

“Gotcha!” Reign said.

It was too late to pull up. She glanced at Velklædd and he at her, they grinned that same reckless grin.

He pointed with a paw. “Evasive maneuvers! Serpentine!”

“Aye-aye Captain!”

Perun put on the brakes and watched in shock. He planned to force the young wardenrain into the rocks where she would either crash or get stuck, allowing him to pick her off. What he saw was an aerial artist in her element. Strength and control, coupled with grace, it was beautiful to see her fly, not a wingtip touching a single stone. By the time he shook himself back to his senses she was nearly out.


“Okay, that psycho won’t be far off our tail once we’re clear of these rocks. But did you hear him? He said you have power.” The captain stood on her back. “Rain, I think he’s afraid of you.”

“Could have fooled me.” She glanced up nervously.

“We can’t beat him to the island without the element of surprise, and if he hasn’t noticed your crazy awesome flying skills by now then he’s blind. So I suggest a new tactic. Fight. Let’s find out what kind of power you really have.”

“But I don’t know what he was talking about.” She said. “Honestly I don’t. Nothing happened.”

“Hmmm you’re right.” He rubbed his chin. “The stakes weren’t high enough.”

As they sped towards the last sea stack his little mind did the math at a mile a minute.

Rain + skrill + land = dead wardenrain.

Rain + Chipperguin + Skrill + Sky = still dead wardenrain… and chipperguin.

Rain + Skrill + Chipperguin in skrills’ mouth = fearful Skrill, brave wardenrain.

“Bingo!” The captain snapped his claws.

“Bingo what?” Reign asked, glancing back when he didn’t answer. He was waving at her from atop that last sea stack!

“Captain!” She yelled almost like a frustrated mother. “What are you doing?!?”

“Giving you incentive.” He yelled back as the form of the angry skrill rose behind him.

Reign growled and turned on a dime.

The captain blew an ear-piercing whistle. “Hey you yellow bellied yak-snacker! I’d dare you to take me on the ground but you aint got the guts. Calling that little dragon a coward. That’s what you are, Perun! If you take her now I’m going to swim away and tell everyone what happened. “Great and Terrible” my tale. You’re nothing but a big, fat, lazy coward- and I’m gonna tell it to the world!” He belted at the top of his lungs. “PERUN IS A COWARD!”

It’s amazing how small a package the biggest voices can come from.

“D ie already, you insignificant little ant!”

Outraged by the tiny dragon’s moxie, every amp of electricity in his body flowed towards his mouth. He aimed the chipperguin and let loose.

The bolt ripped through the sky toward Velklædd.

Time came almost to a stop. The world fell silent.

As the Captain slowly raised his paws Reign rose up behind him. And as she did, the lightning changed its course.

In slow motion the threads curved away and over their intended victim to follow the sky dragon. Fingers of light reflected in Perun’s eyes as they danced delicate circles around her; as if to say hello.

The lightning shot beyond the little wardenrain high into the clouds, branching out for miles like one giant, terrible, glowing tree.


Roverlots on the beach stared up in awe.

The Muddycries saw and quietly crawled back into their dens.

Wedgewings trembled and hid under their rocks.

The Ice Crushers, ever alert, listened, and waited; while Poseidon simply marveled at the spectacle both beautiful and deadly.

Even Midas from his point on East Island looked up at it and knew.


As thunder boomed more deafening than any either Velklædd or Perun had heard before, Reign roared; fierce, ice blue eyes aflame, teeth gleaming, and nostrils flared.

“Now THAT is a brave face!” Velklædd shouted, jumping like a jellybean full of pride.

She fanned those silver wings towards the skrill and clapped.

Beads of light rained down from her wings and The Great and Powerful Perun instinctively shielded himself with a wing. The captain decided it was a good time to duck and cover.

The Bullet-like drops ceased and the skrill looked up. He hissed.

She clapped her wings again.

This time he thwacked the little charges off his wing. They bounced and sparked everywhere.

“It’s going to take more than a party trick to bring me down!” He snarled, starting for her.

Reign bowed and closed her eye in concentration. When she opened them, she threw back her head and fired an oxyhydrogen charge into the cloud. Then clapped with a strength that rivaled her father’s.

Bullets of light shot not only from the Wardenrain but throughout the entire storm. The horrified skrill had no hope of escape, and roared as he was sent careening backwards into the ocean.


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With a groan the cloud burst. On Chame, Salis, and East island, life-giving rain poured from the heavens for the first time in months.


“Haha!” A splash rang in the little storm dragon’s ears.

“You made rain!” It splashed again. “You really are a Rainmaker!”

She glided towards the water

The skrill surfaced, thrashing wildly and coughing. Reign hovered over, a cold look on her usually face.

“Have mercy,” He choked, eyes wide with fear. “I can’t swim!”

A black and white head broke the surface of the water. Reign glanced at him.

“Is that true Captain?” She asked suspiciously. “Or is it some sort of trick?”

“Oh no he’s serious. No one can fake failing that well.”

“Alright. We’ll help you back to shore, but under two conditions.”

“Anything!” He splashed.

“You are never, ever to hurt a chipperguin again- especially Captain Velklædd and his soldiers. And you will never return to Chame’s Island.”

The skrill agreed to Reigns terms. She took one of his wing claws while the captain took the other, and together, half in and half of water they dragged Perun to Salis Isle.

Upon arrival three little dragons rushed out to meet them, taking up battle stances at the sight of the skrill.

“He comes in peace… for now.” Reign told them.

Peace… and utter humility. Velklædd teased him mercilessly the whole trip, and he emerged from the sea a much quieter, broodier sort of dragon.

“I- tried- to warn,” Ensign gasped. He was winded and still wet from the long swim. “Waving at you- Perun- back.” He collapsed in the sand.

“So we noticed, young Ensign.” The captain rolled his eyes. “Dit dit dit! What do you think your doing?” He zipped out in front of the big dragon.

“What does it look like? Leaving the water to dry off.” Perun growled.

“Not another step. You stay here where you can’t use your electricity on us.”

The skrill gestured his wings. “You know I could just fly, don’t you?”

“Yes. Now that I think of it.” He grinned from ear to ear. “But I also know that Rain will kick your tail if you do.”

“Reign??” Quinnley repeated in surprise.

The captain recounted the whole adventure to them. Somethings were true, others exaggerated, and a few missing all together like the part where Perun kicked him around like a beach ball. They all envied his new ‘tatoo’ marks, made by the skrill’s teeth, and mouths were left gaping when he said Reign was the one who made the lightning tree, and caused it to rain.

“You really are a keeper of the storm!” Ensign stared at her in awe.

Throughout the story the young wardenrain raised her head higher and higher. Her posture had changed too. She didn’t cringe or crouch but stood tall and confident.

“Thank you Ensign,” She nodded graciously. “I still have lots to learn, but I’ll do my best.”

Perun could take it no more.

“I’m going back to Russia,” He grumbled. “And whatever it takes I’m going to win back her heart.”

“S-O-R-R-Y.” The captain spelled it out. “Works like a charm… along with flowers and a box of eel sushi.”

The skrill spread his wings and flew. “Fare well, you flightless freaks. If I’m lucky, I’ll never see the likes of any of you for the rest of my life.”

The captain saluted. “Back at you, lizard.”


Everyone watched him go… just to be sure he didn’t double back on them and attack.

“Well Wardenrain, how about a mission-accomplished hi-five?”

“Oh. But I didn’t finish the course.”

“Pfft it was a Solo Jomfru Tur. That, Rain, you passed with flying colors.”

Everybody clapped wings.

“Great! Now that’s out of the way lets head back.” Captain Velklædd put his paws on his hips, not missing a beat. “Have to be at the summit first thing in the morning.”

Everyone groaned.


At counsel the next day the whole community was abuzz with rumors. Many of the dragons had seen Perun but didn’t know who or what the storm battle had been over. Several suspected it involved the little Wardenrain but only the Roverlots were brave enough to say it.

“Everyone is staring at me,” Reign said as they passed different dragons.

“They all suspect you had something to do with yesterday.” Quinnley answered.

“Then why don’t they ask instead of stare?”

“I don’t know.”

A long neck rose out of the water.

“Poseidon,” The captain eyed him warily.

“Captain.” He returned, then looked to Reign. “I know the handiwork of a Wardenrain when I see it. Well done, little one.”

“Announcing her Majesty, Queen of the Chipperguins.” The stern looking General said.

The Queen waddled onto the stump… and waited.

“General, you gonna announce the special guests or what?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “And honorary guests, Captain Velklædd, Soldiers Quinnley, Ensign, and Usto, and Reign Wardenrain.”

Four chipperguins and a new dragon took the center stage.

“You’re Majesty,” Reign bowed respectfully.

The Queen looked her up and down. “Do I know you? Girl you’re like a whole new dragon. Where’s that nervous, shy thing I met two weeks ago?”

She looked a little confused but the Queen smiled, assuring her all was well.

“I think most of you know that something big went down yesterday in the skies over Salis Isle. Well I’m here to tell you it was Perun, the Great and Terrible. And his vanquisher was none other than the dragon amongst us who we thought we needed to protect from him. Reign, our very own Keeper of the Storm.”

A gasp resonated through the crowd.

The Roverlots stood up and clapped, becoming the first in a long wave of dragons clapping with their paws or wings.

“Hurrah! Hurrah for Reign! Keeper of the Storm!” They shouted. Even Poseidon joined in.

“Alright settle down.” The Queen barked after five minutes. “This meeting was called to decide if Reign should go and live with the humans, for her own safety.” She shrugged. “Two weeks ago I thought that would be her only hope of survival. But under Captain Velklædd’s guidance it’s been made clear she is her own force to be reckoned with. I no longer believe that living with the humans is necessary for her safety, it’s just a matter of preference.”

She turned to the young Wardenrain.

“Reign, would you like to go and see the human pack? Or is there another place you’d rather be?”

The not-so-little dragon was quick to answer.

“With your permission, I would like to stay here your Majesty; to be Keeper not only of the storm but of Chame island and Ishida Bay itself. This is my home, I want to protect it and everyone in it with my life.”

She beamed down at the Captain, whose crest was high and chest puffed up, paws behind his back.

“That’s my girl.”






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The Goldhem (Midas),

Roverlot (Rover),

Ice Crusher,




and Wardenrain

are all fan dragons created by Chameishida, You can see them all HERE

The Kyte, Chipperguin, and Eavesdropper were created by me. You can find them HERE

Captain Velklead, Quinnley, Usto and Ensign are characters strongly based on Dreamworks Madagascar Penguins.

Story written by Lissa


If you made it this far then you are awesome. Thank you for reading :D

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I'm reading it when I have a seconds peace from mum, great so far!


In memory of George

The most polite cockerel ever



My internet has run out so you won't be seeing much of me for a while





Although if you get to the end you may find something for you..



thank you to all who have created the dragons for the Wearle!


Dragonriders Fury






thank you again!




GET RID OF CAPTCHA! It's awful, and won't let

me post ANYTHING!



When I say hrrr, I'm not speaking something from Minecraft, I'm speaking dragontongue from the Last Dragon Chronicles. Right, now that's cleared up...



My Clans

About me.




My Dragons

Something for You


Thank you, Celene!




I am


Elder of


Clan gifs made by the brilliant Madoka, thank you!

Made by The Bohemian Critic. :D

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 -Mythyque -

Leader of


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- Syndryus -

Elder of

Thank you EmeraldHuntress65!



About me in game.


main acc: flittIngerman

trophies: over a thousand

dragons: see end of siggy


profiles on flitt's acc:



trophies: over a hundred

dragons: see end of siggy



trophies: not a clue 

dragons: will say soon



trophies: none as yet

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trophies: none as yet

dragons: sand wraith, nadder


chat ban acc: flittIngerfyre

trophies: don't know

dragons: can't remember


chat ban acc: Syndrius

trophies: don't know

dragons: don't know


inactive acc: WarriorFyre

trophies: don't know

dragons: don't know


racing style: dirty (mainly because I'm not that good)


likes: chatting with friends, racing, firing at the headmaster when he gives me chat ban, looking for glitches, doing battles


dislikes: bad glitches, people shouting, being logged out


A little about me in rl:

I am home educated.

I keep chickens

I've never made a phone call

I draw

I write

I do photography

I love dragons


likes: training chickens, storms (don't know why), reading, cacti, whittling, dragons!


dislikes: rabbits, masks, dolls, clowns, when  someone says 'let the boys do that ' that really riles me,.when pens are left clicked on, scarves, is it scarves or scarfs? Autocorrect, mushrooms, colds, being bossed about.


I occasionally creat a namesake dragon and send it to someone. You have been warned.





Some of my favourite books:

The Last Dragon Chronicles

The Inheritance Cycle

The Lionboy trilogy


The Erth Dragons

The Unicorne Files

The Hunger Games

The Books of Beginning

The Promises of Dr. Sigmundus

The Flaxfield Quartet

The Maze Runner

Sky song

and the list goes on!






Some Links:


Flitt's Dragon Adoptables


 Creating Dragons From 3 Words


The Empty Inn || A Short Story


The Writers Thread


To Be a Dragon || A Dragon's Journal




Flightingale the Steaming Stormswallower, by Speedyleaf. Thank you!

Backstory: Flightingale never used to be a dragon. She used to be a farmer's slave, beaten, bruised, toiling away in the heat of midday. One night, she was standing by her window looking out at the moonlit mountains, when she heard a small scratching in her tiny room. She turned to see and sitting on her bed, looking quite pleased with itself, was a baby Stormswallow. Of course she was frightened, but it soon became apparent that it wouldn't hurt her. It leapt down to the floor and ran to the window, glancing from her to the window and back. She opened the window for it but it just stood there, looking at her sadly. She realised it couldn't fly, and in sympathy she picked it up, crept down stairs and quietly let herself out. Putting the dragon down she said; 'go on, young one, be free like I wish I could be.' It  started to scamper off but then it stopped and turned back. She waved it off and began to make her way back to the house, then pain blossomed in her shoulder. The young dragon had scratched her.  but it wasn't a bad pain, it spread through her like fire, kindling a dragons spark in her. That night Flightingale flew free as a dragon, and she still does to this day.


Gabryall the Catastrophic Sentinel by AndreaEaston, thank you!

Ka Ledasio, the skradder, by the amazing Speedyleaf.

Backstory: She is the mysterious leader of the mysterious Whitetalons, a group of dragons who all have the middle claw of their right foot white. She is feared among people, respected among dragons. Like a shadow upon a shadow she soars through the night, like a phantom of fleetness she swoops through the day. Any who meet her bow to get regalness, her strong will, her quick, clever eyes. Like a ghost of a story she flits on the edge of memory, always there, somewhere, yet just out of reach like a dream. She saw Flightingale's first flight, the young Stormswallower grow, Gabryall's loneliness broken. She was there for them all, leading in dreams, thoughts, small whispered words in their ears. Is she real? Or is she just a fantasy? Flying at the edge of minds. Maybe you will meet her, maybe you won't, who know but her and Whitetalons. Maybe, just maybe, she is with you now.

Vennomm the Poison Dart Fury by LilyStark. Thank you!


Clawwyng the Tingecutter by the talented AndreaEaston. Thank you!


Crimson the Giarogia By the brilliant ImDerpySheylaYT. Thanks!

Skye, the curly nadder ↑ and Whppersnap, the deadly claw ↓ both by the talented, amazing AndreaEaston. Thank you!


Flickering, my flightmare, by SangoMichiko13. Thank you!

Lyulf by the talented ZestyDragonWing. Thank you!

 Newt the flamewhipper by Speedyleaf, thank you!

Arianwen my light fury by SangoMachiko13. Thanks!

Shader the Lightning Rod by kasanelover. Thanks!

Irefyre the Ire Igneous by belubel, thank you!

Gale the nightlight by StellaMontague, thanks!

The grumpy Connwaer by ImDerpySheylaYT. Thanks!

 flittIngerman, by me.

Skelly the Hopefury by WinterSilverCat. Ty!

Kean ↑ and Adwen ↓ by the most talented AndreaEaston! Tysm!

flittIngerman and Flickering by the most talented Fireflash, tysm!!!!!

Prettystryke the tutugripper by Toshi, thankies!

Sath Hansworthy by the brilliant Speedyleaf. Ty!!

Sath by Toshi, tysm!!!

Galaxia by LissaFish, tysm!!!

These four Whitetalon Phantoms by the most brilliant Madoka. Tysm!!!

Mythyque by SilverNight. Tysm!!!

Skybreaker the razorwhip by Kaydejesus. Ty!!

Newt, by warrior. Ty!

Enoch and Arianwen by the brilliant Andrea. Tysm!!!

Direhark by ImDerpySheylaYT. Tysm!!!!!!!

Flitt with wings, edit done by Root. Tysm!

The Screaming Death Seance by Andrea ty!! XD



flitt's Gallery

Flickering, my first dragon

My nadder, Glimmerwing

Conri my woolly howl

Me and Taron flying over the chasm.





Meeting Galant for the first time.




Left n Right have seen something

Watching over the school with Crash n Smash

Flying with Nameless








Storm razore

The furious chick, Connwaer




Mythyque's Gallery

I saw someone else with a picture like this, so when Mythyque got Tallique, a sand wraith, I had to get it.

Open wide



Conri appeared in tg while I was on Myth's profile




flitt's dragons:


  1. Flickering - flightmare (titan)
  2. Nightspark - flightmare
  3. Crick - m. nightmare
  4. Nameless - m. nightmare
  5. Grockle - groncicle
  6. Hoverstrike - gronckle
  7. Glimmerwing - deadly nadder
  8. Jinx - screaming death (titan)
  9. Hex - screaming death
  10. Chaser - whispering death
  11. Deadling - whispering death
  12. NightReaper - deathgripper
  13. Fyreryft -fireworm queen
  14. Newt - flamewhipper
  15. Cloudlord - stormcutter
  16. Sunflare - stormcutter
  17. Left n Right - hideous zippleback
  18. Crash n Smash - hideous zippleback
  19. Skybreaker - razorwhip
  20. Galaxia - deathsong
  21. Conri - woolly howl
  22. Velocity - speed stinger
  23. Unknowable - sweet death
  24. Taron - skrill
  25.  Daggawing - armourwing
  26.  Jacynder - deadly nadder
  27. Tywyll - flightmare
  28.  Storm razore - skrill
  29. Gadzooks - grapple grounder
  30. Galant - crimson goregutter
  31. Saphron - sliquifier
  32. Fyreking - fireworm
  33. Lyulf - woolly howl
  34. Infernado -typhoomarang
  35. Toothless - night fury
  36. Arianwen -  light fury



Mythyque's Dragons.


  1. Tallique - sand wraith
  2. Sandique - sand wraith
  3. Sapphique - skrill
  4. Eruptique - eruptodon
  5. Esnique - raincutter
  6. Unique - speed stinger
  7. Ique - prickleboggle
  8. Chalique - changewing
  9.  - grapple grounder
  10. Toothless - night fury 
  11. Arianwen - light fury


Didn't think I had that many  dragons!







pm me the word 'Riddle' and you will receive a weekly riddle.


 pm me the answer to this riddle to get yourself a dragon creation.


What am I?


some gifs

I'll leave you with Sunflare coughing up an invisible fish.


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Thank you! And thanks for reading :3

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*Applause and cheering*

That was a great story! I loved it! You did such a wonderful job with the characters and the growth in Reign. And can I just say... Velklaedd is the best! :D The humor that you wove into the more stressful parts (Do you have a permit?) is perfect! (And very Skipper-y!) And those little references to... Alternate franchise lives? Is that a good way to say it? Hmm. Anyway, it was thoroughly enjoyable! Keep up the great work! ^-^

P.S: Does Ski- Uh, Velklaedd, ever get Reign's name right, or is she always Rain to him?


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I'm so happy you liked it! Currently it's my favorite of all my short stories ^^


I don't think Velklead will ever wrap his head around the name Reign. He's just too stuck on Wardenrain and rain, and even if she tried to explain it all he would here is Rain, not Reign. 


Well thank you so much for reading, Ginger! It means a lot to me that you took the time do so :3

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Rain, Reign, sounds the same, makes ol'Velklead mess up her name

No problem! It was very fun to read! :D

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I've finally read it all! It's great!

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I know it's a lot to get through :P I write too many words.


Thanks for reading! I'm really happy that you did and that you enjoyed it. Did you have a favorite scene? :D

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,( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°),

Where the captain is left behind waving on the sea stack. XD

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I've been meaning to read this for a while, but can't find the time right now. 


Thus, I shall track.


I'll try to read this soon.






(I figure you've probably already figured that out, but I thought I'd play it safe.)



    Hi, I'm Lack Lunason. I'm called that because I lack many things, and I'm a lunatic. I just put son on the end to make it sound more like a viking name. I'm also a Christ follower.


      Here are just a few things that I am:

  1. A procrastinator.
  2. Nice (mostly).
  3. Kind (don't listen to those that say otherwise).
  4. Adventurous.
  5. Lazy.
  6. A dreamer.
  7. And I'm slightly crazy.

     I've been around SoD for a long time. I think I was one of the first thousand to leave Berk and sail to the school. I'm happily part of the bold clan known as POTATO BROTHERS. I have over four-thousand trouphies, although, I don't like racing much. On the other hand, I'm a master farmer.


      On the ranking on the forum, I've completed/on the following: Jarl, Forager, Wilderness Explore, Viking Warrior, Dragon Trainer, Drott, Dragon Master, Chief, Berk's Power Player, and......



(Respect my Authority!)


(Sorta) Current Trophy Count:



Now onto some random stuff. This part will grow over time.




BAT-MAN THE VAST (Also known as Bat-Stoick)

(By The Dragoness)


Fan-Fiction And Short Stories:


Shrieks From The Shadows Series:


Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5


Things I am a Fan of


How To Train Your Dragon







Lego Elves


Quotes I love


"Once I set the sea alight with a single fiery breath....

Once I was so mighty that I thought my name was death....

Sing out loud until you're eaten, song of melancholy bliss....

For the mighty and the middling all shall come to THIS...."

The Green Death, How To Train Your Dragon: book 1. Cressida Cowell.



Stoick The Vast. How To Train Your Dragon: Book 5. Creessida Cowell.


"I sailed so far to be a King, but the time was never right.....

I lost my way on a stormy past, got wrecked in starless night....

But let my heart be wrecked by hurricanes and my ship by stormy weather....

I know I am a Hero...and a Hero is....FOREVER!

In another time, another place, I could have been a King....

But in my castle's ruined towers the lonely seabirds sing.....

I burned up my Tomorrows, I cannot go back ever....

But I am still a Hero....and a Hero is.......FOREVER!

Up with your sword and strike at the gale......

Ride the rough seas for those waves are your home......

Winters may freeze but our hearts do not fail.....


You are never alone if the sea is your friend......

Riding the waves of impossible quests.....

If it doesn't end well, then it isn't the end.....

A Hero.....Fights.....FOREVER!

The hero cares not for a wild winter's storm.....

For it carries him swift on the back of the wave.....

All may be lost and our hearts may be worn.....


Grimbeard the Ghastly's Last Song. How To Train Your Dragon: Book 11 and 12. Cressida Cowell.


"That's how we're going to win. Not by fighting what we hate, but by saving what we love."

Rose. Star Wars: The Last Jedi.


      That's about it. I give full credit for.....well, everything, to GOD. Have a good day. And, in the words of a Vulcan, "Live long and prosper."


Bye for now!






























Wait, you're still here?

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Oh thanks! I hope you enjoy it :D

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Dude! This SO calls for a sequel! 


Warning: Long signature of dragon images

List of current dragons in game and fan based (blue = in game dragons, green = fan dragons, orange = dinosaurs, black (default) = Dragon Cave animals, purple = pet based dragons)

Dragon Cave Dragons(Please help these darlings hatch! Feel free to PM me name ideas for my dragon cave buddies when they hatch!)

HTTYD Dragons (Both fan and in game)

  1. Garenth = Deadly Nadder, Male
  2. Naga = Deadly Nadder, female
  3. Jambu = Changewing, Male
  4. Darksteel = Whispering Death, male
  5. Cliffjumper = Hobblegrunt, Male
  6. Wrecker = Hobblegrunt, male
  7. Penguin = Groncile, male
  8. Phesant = Gronkle, male
  9. Naga = Deadly Nadder, female
  10. Zephyr = Grapple Grounder, male
  11. Starburst = Speed Stinger, female
  12. Moonracer = Flightmare, female
  13. Violet = Skrill, female
  14. Navi = Stormcutter, female
  15. Elsa = Monstrous Nightmare, female
  16. Topaz = Monstrous Nightmare, female
  17. Toothless = Night Fury, Male (borrowed from Hiccup)
  18. Aurma = Razorwhip, female
  19. Cobalt = Razorwhip, male
  20. Bruiser = Rumblehorn, male
  21. Coen and Broderick = Night Terrors, male
  22. Twister = Typhoomerang, male
  23. Holly and Coral = Seashocker, female (holiday dragon, not yet hatched in game)
  24. Aran = Armorwing, Male
  25. Lyall = Terrible Terror, male
  26. Blue = Terrible Terror, female  
  27. Koyi = Oriental Serpentfang, female
  28. Winter = Frost Fury, female
  29. Astrea = Oceanic Seasong, female
  30. Sky-Strike = Oceanic Seasong, male
  31. Cordula = Noelani, female
  32. Panther = Noelani, male
  33. Daesha = Wolf-Faced Desert Runner, female
  34. Dinek = Wolf-Faced Desert Runner, male
  35. Storm Chaser = Storm Fury, male
  36. Naritha Moon (Narith) = Storm Fury, female
  37. Saber = Sabertoothed Horntail, male
  38. Aurora = Spike Roller, female
  39. Echo = Screaming Death, female
  40. Makani = Starring Deciever, female
  41. Starchaser = Stingtailed Flamethrower, male
  42. Gamma = Armored Midnight Fear Stalker, male 
  43. Aquamarine = Spotted Mistwalker, female
  44. Moonstone = Spotted Mistwalker, male
  45. Jadewing = Whispering Whisp, female
  46. Chiheru Bronze = Woolly Fury, female
  47. Tiba Emerald = Woolly Fury, female
  48. Spectra Violet = Wooolly Fury, female
  49. Moondancer = Night Fury, female
  50. Skyfighter = Night Fury, female
  51. Swiftwind = Night Fury, female
  52. Anzu Autumn = River Fury, male
  53. Shakka = Prisim Fury, male
  54. Icefall = Cammo Fury, female
  55. Iris = Greater Banded Geckus, female
  56. Thrush = Greater Banded Geckus, male
  57. Delta = Tri-Horned Dragon, female
  58. Charlie = Tri-Horned Dragon, male
  59. Nitidus = Tri-Horned Dragon, male
  60. Beau = Racing Dragon Gold-Star Class, male (borrowed from Artha Penn in Dragon City)
  61. Goldwing = Racing Dragon Silver-Star Class, female
  62. Jin-hoh = Sand Wraith, male
  63. Melody = Psyche Keeper, female
  64. Argentum (Argen) = Psyche Keeper, male
  65. Fjord = Psyche Keeper, male
  66. Hersche = Spacial Beauty Dragon, male
  67. Persei/Percy = Spacial Beauty Dragon, male
  68. Zenith = Spacial Beauty Dragon, male
  69. Riaryth = Spacial Beauty Dragon, female
  70. Isis = Spacial/Egyptian Beauty Dragon, female
  71. Bluestar = Spacial Beauty, female
  72. Bluebell = Spacial Beauty, female
  73. Avatre = Masked Ridgewing, female
  74. Sky Dancer = Royal Flashbang, female
  75. Heru = Sky Valkerie, male
  76. Hecate = Haunted Hallows, female
  77. Undine = Haunted Hallows, female
  78. Marina  = Wavestroker, Female
  79. Snowfall = Horned Flight Fury, female
  80. August = Horned Flight Fury, male
  81. Artemis = Banded Featherlure, female
  82. Verdentus = ShimmeringSeascale, male
  83. Mesi = Dilowyrm, female
  84. Vetra = Jabberjaw, female
  85. Silver = Light Fury, female
  86. Borealis = Light Fury, male
  87. Flurry = Grapple Fury, male
  88. Gambit = Albino Night Fury, male
  89. Skull Stalker = Skull Screamer, male
  90. Ghost Whisper = Skull Screamer, female
  91. Puru = Ominous Storm Rider, male
  92. Moana = Mystic Wave Rider, female
  93. Serefina = Gallant Flashfire, female
  94. Frey = Forest Wanderer, male
  95. Jinhai = Cursedfire Wyvern, female
  96. Ayano = Skyvern, female
  97. Aqua Rainbow  = Thornridge, female
  98. Thunderwing = Thunderthief, male
  99. Ivinna = Field Sprinter, female
  100. Asia = Velociraptor, female
  101. Artemis = Velociraptor, female
  102. Sniper = Bearded Dragon Fury, female
  103. Abalone = SeaWing, Female (Wings of Fire OC)
  104. Amber = MudWing, female (Wings of Fire OC)
  105. Mariah = gold Fire Lizard, female
  106. Nitidus = Blue fire lizard, male
  107. Garenth = Bronze Pernese dragon, male
  108. Viper = gold and purple ikran, male

My art and adoptables (along with a few special dragons from other artists): 

Flurry The Grapple Fury    Me and Garenth, done by Scorpio Kardia

  Flurry Kimbenoso          Flurry Revamp Nightmarerebuff

Flurry the bouncie Grapple Fury (Nessie)

Coen and Broderick version 2 courtesy of Iron Man 2000

I am a member of the SOD forum Fan Fiction Club!

These guys are available for adoption! Flurry here is my pride and joy! Check them out on my adoption thread "Introducing the Grapple Fury!"

DuskDaybreak's Art

   Veritas the Utahraptor      Asia the Velociraptor         

Me and Chiheru Bronze                                 Tiba says Happy Halloween!

Haunted Hallows

          Hecate                         Undine

Character Furies

        Optimus Prime               Bumblebee               Captain America            Smokescreen 1


        Smokescreen 2                Arcee                White Tiger/Ava Ayala

Other dragons and art (including the new Velociraptor Draconis!)

       Gamma                             Jadewing                 Birthday Raptor            Razor Hunter


Dragon Bouncies

  Speed Stinger   Garenth           Starburst         Wrecker

  Cliffjumper          Naga           Darksteel         Elsa

     Topaz         Moonracer 1       Moonracer 2           Beau

   Beau 2           Goldwing

Pern Art by Mechfighter



Garenth the Bronze Dragon Mariah the Gold Fire-Lizard



Nitidus the Blue Fire Lizard

Other Artists (nothing personal guys, but a lot of my art comes from Duskdaybreak)

Me and Aran at Sunset on Halloween - thanks to ToshiLoshi!


Astrea and Sky-Strike the Oceanic Seasong (Adopto66)


Artemis and Faore the Banded Featherlure (Amberleaf)

Field Sprinter egg (Valoris620)


Ivinna the Field Sprinter hatchling (Valoris620)

Ivinna the Field Sprinter (Valoris620)

Cordula and Panther the Noelani (hootowllighbulb)

Team Mystic Banner Nightfuryatom4

Aqua Rainbow The Thornridge(ladybrasa)

Cliffjumper  and Wrecker the Hobblegrunt (Dorina the Dragon Trainer)

Viper the Ikran/Forest banshee (Kimbenoso)

Jinhai the Cursedfire Wyvern gif (Kimbenoso)


Charizard Gif courtesy of Pyrelyth

Holly and Coral the holiday Seashocker (WingsofValor)

Frey the Forest Wanderer (chimchim24)

Moonracer the Flightmare (Dorina the Dragon Trainer)Makani the Starring Deciever (chimchim24)



Serefina the Gallant Flashfire (Golden Scarlet) Twister the Typhoomerang (Bow Ie)


Abalone the SeaWing (EpicShadows) Amber the MudWing (EpicShadows)


Skull Stalker the Skull Screamer (Golden Scarlet) Ghost Whisper the Skull Screamer (Golden Scarlet)

 Me and my Charizard Charlie (Sky and Ocean)

Dragon License (Nessie)

Toothless and Smidvarg's Gang (courtesy of Dreamworks and Smidvarg)


Crystal the Dewmist (Cerebellum) Puru the Ominous Storm Rider (Golden Scarlet)


 Koyi the Oriental Serpentfang (NightmareRebuff) Harper the Paranoid Sandskitter


 Winter the Frost Fury and Queen Elsa (StellaMontague) Winter the Frost Fury - as an actual Night Fury! (Toothlessnightfury)

Icefall the Camo Fury  and Shakka the Prisim Fury Sniper the bearded dragon lizard as a Night Fury(Toothlessnightfury)

Saber the Sabertoothed Horntail (Fury of the Night)

Moondancer the Night Fury and Saber the Sabertoothed Horntail (Fury of the Night)

Moondancer the Night Fury (LinkWolf)

glitter text done by fury of the night

Clan Banner 1 and 2 Shadow Hunters of Berk (Amerissa)

Pokédex  and Ashley Kashu and Dragonite (Sky and Ocean)

Auruma the Razorwhip (Colress)

Me and Garenth (edit done by the fabulosly talented AniuRavenWolf)


Snowfall and August the Horned Flight Furies (babybrothers3)


Silver, and Borealis the Light Fury (mesaprncss)

Siamese Night Fury (xxHallaxx)Calico Night Fury (xxHallaxx)

 Heru the Sky Valkerie (Scobidous)

Garenth (Beareptilelover)Artemis Beareptilelover)

Bruiser version 1 (Beareptilelover) Bruiser version 2 (Beareptilelover)

  White Tiger bouncie Fury (Twistedclaw)  Wrecker Banner (Autum5467)


Zephyr the Grapple Grounder (Black saphir) Baby Zephyr the Grapple Grounder (Stiger23)

 Zephyr the Grapple Grounder (hrepetti)


Daesha and Dinek the Wolf-Faced Desert Runner and Thundwing the Thunderthief Avatre the Masked Ridgewing (Wutend Bonfire)

Navi the Stormcutter (Slyga) Navi the Stormcutter bouncie (mesaprncss = color,  Xabox-DS-Gameboy = base)

Marina the Wavestroker and Mesi the Dilowyrm and Sky Dancer the Royal/Siren Flashbang (Goldenfury360)


Icefall the Camo Fury, Gambit the Albino Night Fury, Vetra the Jabberjaw (The Ecliptic Eight)


Asia the Velociraptor (Elsa II)


Verdentus the Shimmering Seascale (Coolerthandragons) Violet the Skrill (Zero the Ruthless)

 Glory the Vinenecked JungleClaw (Skyler Smile)

Echo the Screaming Death (Candyblast)


Iris the Greater Banded Geckus  Thrush the Greater Banded Geckus (TheMasterPlan47)


 Aurora the Spike Roller (blackpanther0211)

Starchaser the Stingtailed Flamethrower (dragonlover0204)

Lyall and Blue the Terrible Terrors (Snowflake12298 and Basrolo)

Delta, Charlie and Nitidus the Tri-Horned Dragons (EloraTm)


Skyfighter the Night Fury (Frytha) Swiftwind the Night Fury (Frytha)

Jin-hoh the Sand Wraith (Flaming Husky)


Jewelsong and Moonsong the Deathsong (Stiger23)


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Haha, thanks!

Thanks so much Sky! I'm glad you liked it!


I won't be doing a sequel for this story sadly. (Delta would have been really cute and interesting addition to the mix though!).

One of my fanfic goals was to never write about the same characters twice, and I've only made a few exceptions where characters are connected in some way to other characters. (I.e. the mention of Reign's mother's death was reference to a previous story I wrote about Chameishida's Coalskin called The one that got away)

This story was very inspired and it's a pet peeve of mine not to write sequels unless they too, are just as inspired.


Thanks again for reading and commenting!