Path of the Tempest, Book Two: Dawn of the Fallen

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Hyrra returns to the School of Dragons for her second year. With her, are her faithful friends Calder and Brey, not to mention her newest, most surprising ally: Axel. The year promises to be one filled with fun and adventure, as this year the Dragon Rider Games are expected to be the largest, and longest, ever, with many foreigners coming to participate and study the dragons, the school, and the riders. Among these foreigners comes new friends and rivals, but also a new threat. With Hyrra and Storm's fylgja skills constantly expanding, they've drawn the attention of a very powerful figure.

One that may just be their doom.


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♫                                Music                               

Story Theme Songs

Path of the Tempest, A School of Dragons

This is War | Become the Beast

Path of the Tempest, Dawn of the Fallen

Awake My Soul | Dark Storms


Character Theme Songs


Stand By Me | Save Me A Spark


Like Lions | I Of The Storm


Storm's Art Corner


Stormbreaker does not appreciate you staring.

(c) Wutend Bonfire


Stormbreaker only plays nice for Hyrra... and only occasionally!

(c)  Sky and Ocean




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Character Facts:
[Name/Species/Gender/Age (At the Beginning and Human Years Only): FirstName Meaning/LastName Meaning. Family History. Personality.] {Other Pictures}

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Main Characters

Hyrra Boandi* /F/16/Scout: (Hyrr = Fire) + a/Peasant. Daughter of peasants Tropper and Gyda, has a two year old brother Midge. Fiesty, stubborn, cunning, and determined, but impatient. {Hyrra!}

Calder Arud/M/17/Warrior: Rough Waters/River Clearing.  Son of a fishing family. He is Hyrra's childhood friend, and the two consider themselves practically siblings. Calder has the ability to be both very calm and very animated, he is sweet and gentle, but can be lazy. Physically strong and a great swimmer, he thinks of Axel as a rival.

Brey Fettleston*/F/16/Engineer: Strength, Force/"Fettle"To Prepare. From the Southern Archipelago. Bubbly, optomistic, unassumingly intelligent and powerful. Though they are very different, she is Hyrra's best friend. {Brey!}

Axel Elklund/M/18/Warrior: Father of Peace/Oak Grove. Eldest son of the wealthy Elklund family. Brave, smart, and narcissistic. Excellent rider, great warrior, and a loyal friend, once earned.

Bjorn Clasharm/M/18/Warrior: Bear. Met Axel when they came to School, has been his loyal friend since. Intimidating, quiet, strong, but has a large heart and is surprisingly gentle. He is very literal and has almost no sense of humor.

Loder/M/21/Researcher: Giver of Senses. A newcomer to the School of Dragons, he is the youngest of the many researchers coming to study the school. Incredibly clumsy, but also very kind and understanding, he tends to be passive until something peaks his interest, then he fervently seeks out the truth.


Visst Groundshaker/M/61/Headmaster: Certain. Formerly a well-known warrior, he is now the well-loved headmaster of the School of Dragons. He is known for his jovial, positive attitude. He rides a Grapple Grounder named Ormr (Nordic word for ‘Snake’).

Korinta Aske/F/34/Scouting Expert: Peak/Ash. From a clan that was decimated by dragons, lived much of her young life as a thief before taming/being saved by a Timberjack that she named Viperra. Korinta became a dragon rider for hire, and became well known for it, until the School of Dragons enlisted her as a professor. She is serious, graceful, and very intimidating. Like her dragon, she demands respect.

Eret, Son of Eret/M/35/Warrior Professor: Mighty Alone. After the events around Drago and the trappers, Eret found a home on Berk, but often felt his extensive dragon and battle knowledge was not being used to its full potential. So when Hiccup offered him a teaching position at the School of Dragons, he readily accepted and has lived on the island since. He is reported to be married, but he is very private and none of the students seem to know who he is married to. He riders Skullcrusher the Rumblehorn.

Tic Lardsen/M/29/ Researcher and Dragon Specialist: Twitch/Unknown. Born into the infamous Dragon Slayers, to the tribe’s chieftess, while they were traveling the Far North, Tic grew up under the harshest conditions. The youngest of three, including Svigar ‘Stoneheart’, he was overlooked when the tribe was attacked by an enraged Doomfang. He abandoned his sister, and only surviving kin, in the north. In the archipelago he became well known for his clever mind, and his dragon, a goggle-wearing Whispering Death named Chaintooth. Tic was invited to be the main researcher of the school not long after its opening. He is both cunning and thoughtful.

Gobber/M/65/Smelting and Crafting Professor: Unknown. The first person to accept a job at the School of Dragons, he leads the engineers in their studies of saddlery, smithing, and dragon dentistry. He takes his job very seriously and has been known to be a tough teacher.

Dragon Rider Game Participants

Thrain Silvgard/Human/M/20/Scout: Yearner/Unknown. The best scout at the School. He is very kind and has a good sense of humor that has made him popular with nearly everyone. Due to his age and experience he often teaches the youngest Scouts and helps teach even the older ones. He is Hyrra's tutor. He rides a Snaptrapper. Leader of the Fearless Four.

Ase Ironhill/F/20/Warrior: God. The best warrior at the School, she and Thrain became good friends and rivals the moment they met. Ase is greatly respected and takes things much more seriously than her scouting counterpart. She is Axel's tutor and rides a Wooly Howl named Frostclaw. Member of the Fearless Four.

Ravn Shaderun/M/19/Engineer: Raven. Gloomy, brusque, and secretive, Ravn is not known for his personality. He tends to come off as rude and dislikes conversation. He prefers quiet research to racing or exploring, and is one of Dr. Lardsen's best students. Member of the Fearless Four.

Gaut Trolart/M/20/Warrior: Goth. While generally jovial, Gaut is also very competitive and this often overrides his niceness. Rides a Typhoomerang named Ruin.

Main Dragons

Stormbreaker/Skrill/M/About 17/Scout: N.A. A formerly wild dragon. Independent and intelligent, unpredictable and aggressive to those he doesn’t know (And even to some he does). Stormbreaker or "Storm" does not generally play well with others, due to his dominating personality. Despite his apparent confidence, he's actually very unsure and terrified of bodies of water. Agile and quick. {By:Witcherforever}

Pearl*/Sliquifier/F/17/Warrior: N.A. Beautiful Tidal Class dragon, very calm and placid, but a fast flier and an even faster swimmer. Very protective of her rider and friends. Ridden by Calder. {By:Witcherforever}

Dizzy/Nadder/F/15/Fire Starter and Gatherer: N.A. Hyper, quick on her feet, and bouncy. Has a bad habit of making herself 'dizzy' when running around. Ridden by Brey.

Goldtyr/Monstrous Nightmare/M/17/Warrior: Tyr=God of War. Has been with Axel since he was an adolescent, around 6 years now. Very loyal, not fiesty like other Nightmares and is happy to follow Axel's lead.

Snaggletooth/Snafflefang/M/18/Warrior: N.A. A large, wise dragon that excels in teamwork and battle. Enjoys nothing more than a quiet nap after hardwork. Ridden by Bjorn.

Sage, Olive, Basil, and Mint "The Ladies/Sisters"/Snaptrapper/F/19/Scout: All are named for fragrant plants. A wild-born egg, the sisters were abandoned by their mother. Their egg was found by scouts and brought back to the school where they hatched and grew. Not many people wanted to deal with four large, high-maintenance dragons, each with their own personality, so they went overlooked for nearly a year before Thrain bonded with them. They are incredibly loyal to Thrain and dote on him constantly. Towards others, both dragons and humans, they tend to be aloof and snooty.


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(I made these in paint so they are not pretty, just wanted to give you a visual, for all those who need them. If anyone wants to redraw them be my guest!)

Fylgja (A review from the last book)

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            She stretched as she slipped off the energetic dragon’s back, rubbing her backside as she did so. The soreness from riding so long was radiating up her spine; meanwhile, despite the nearly half-a-day flight, Dizzy was bouncing around, checking out the school’s rebuilt buildings. It took her rider a moment to notice the changes, but when she did, she grinned.

            The Main Hall was larger, grander, and proudly stood in the center of the grounds, built with rich timber ornamented with elegant engravings of dragons and Vikings alongside each other. New buildings, she supposed they were classrooms, stood in a half-moon around the main hall and students were already busy milling round them. She knew she was one of the last people to arrive back to the school, but she was surprised to see nearly everyone back before her, “Cool looking, huh?”

            She recognized the voice almost immediately, “It is! How- Woah,” she snickered as she turned around, she hadn’t seen the young man in nearly four months and he’d changed a bit in that time, “What’s with the stubble?”

            Calder reddened and rubbed the blond whiskers along his jaw, “I’m growing a beard!” He pouted, “Real men have beards, ya know?”

            Sure.” Brey rolled her eyes, “So what’s up with the new buildings? Classrooms?”

            “I guess you didn’t hear,” He shrugged, “Those are guesthouses for the Dragon Rider Games. Apparently they’re going to be a lot bigger this year.” He continued, “We heard that they’re allowing graduates to participate this year, and they’ve invited chiefs, researchers, and traders to stay on the island throughout the whole month.”

            Brey gaped, stuck on the lengthiness, “The Games are going to last a month? Last year it was only a week! How are we going to find time to study?”

            He frowned, but he should have expected his friend to get peeved at the lack of study time, “This year’s pretty special,” It was her turn to frown, nothing’s so special that is should take a month out of our busy schedules, “It’s the tenth Dragon Rider Games and, by extent, the tenth year anniversary of the school’s opening!”

            “Oh… is the school really that old already?” Her frown flipped over, to think dragons and riders have been learning alongside each other peacefully for ten years…

            The blond nodded, “The Games themselves are going to be next month, but the guests will be arriving later this month.” Brey sighed, that seem's very early, “There’s going to be some new rules to keep the games fair and safe, but we probably won’t know what those are until next week.”

            “That’s a lot of people on the island at once…” She regarded the other students, “I guess it makes sense, we started building a crop field last year. I bet we were going to use it to help feed the surplus people… but I think most of it was burnt during the Slayer attack last year.”

            “Don’t worry about that! The field is fully operational now,” A certain mousy man strolled by, followed closely by a goggle-adorned Whispering Death, “Moreover, I’m putting you and Ravn in charge of it!” Dr. Tic Lardsen smirked knowingly at Brey’s crinkled nose, but she had no time to retort, as he swiftly walked away.

            She crossed her arms stubbornly, “He knows I hate farming! Plus Ravn’s awful company!”

            “Aw, come on! Cheer up! We’re back at school!” The fisherman threw a muscular arm around her shoulders, “I’m seeing a future filled with exciting quests!” He pointed to the horizon, maybe thinking he looked cool, uh huh.

            As they meandered towards the girls’ dorms Brey had to wrestle her dragon for her luggage. Dizzy danced around her just out of reach, enjoying the game of chase, until she finally retrieved her baggage from the dragon. They drew closer to the hall and Brey had already began chattering about her plans, “I’m just going to go drop this off, then I want to go see the forge, then I want to go to the farm… oh, hey Sola!” She waved at one of the blonde twins and immediately launched into a discussion with the younger engineer, “Are you going to be working the farm? I’d love some good company, you know how Ravn can be!”

            Chocolate eyes assessed the other engineer with an abnormal amount of circumspection, “No, I’ve been assigned elsewhere.” Sola then turned to leave with her sister, ignoring the irked look on the southerner’s face.

            “Well that was weird.” Brey grumbled under her breath, she was used to the twins being quiet and blunt, but not to that extent, “You’d have thought I’d offended her or something.”

            Her male companion shrugged, “Those two are always strange. They’re probably just tired from traveling, you know?” She yielded, maybe Calder’s right.

            After finding her room and dumping her bag off, she noticed that the door to Hyrra’s room was shut, but the fresh dents in the wall from a hastily thrown open door were an obvious sign she’d been there, I wonder where she’s at.

            Jogging back down the stairs, she saw a few faces she didn’t recognize, mostly newer girls, and a few she did: Freda was ascending the stairs as she descended, Ase was conversing with Bertha, and the twins were standing in a corner by themselves. But there was a distinct lack of red hair.

            Once outside, she found Calder lounging against the building, “Where’s Hyrra? She wasn’t in her dorm.”

            Calder straightened up, “She got drafted into doing the distance scouting today, but knowing her and Storm it probably won’t take that long.”



[Author's Note: Well I'm finally back! I took me a lot longer than expected to get my life together but I did it! I'm finished with applying to graduate schools, classes are officially in full swing, and my routine is back and so is Path of the Tempest! I'm hoping to get a chapter out every week on Saturdays!]

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Chapter 1: Return of the Red Reckless Scout!

Chapter 1

Return of the Red Reckless Scout!

            He crawled up the tree deftly, somewhat of a miracle considering he was carrying precious cargo. The branches grew thinner around him as he drew towards the top, where he found a sturdy branch to sit on comfortably. The squirrel rested, readjusting his grip, then began munching on the seed he had stored over the long winter. After finishing his meal, he licked his paws and set about cleaning his whiskers. His long, bushy tail twitched languidly as he wiped over his ears. Suddenly the rodent’s ears shot upright and he grabbed the branch with all his little might as something streamed by, the wind and static nearly knocking him from his perch. He recovered apprehensively, his formerly tidy fur now standing up along his body.

           Cool wind lashed against her cheeks as the land beneath them zoomed by in an earthy blur. Up ahead a tall peak jutted from the island, so colossal that the very tip was obscured by afternoon clouds. Gripping the saddle securely, they came within a few feet of the rocky sides of the mountain, before racing up its steep flank. They banked around tall trees with practiced precision and as they climbed those tall pines were replaced with craggy boulders… a few became the shattered victims of lightning as her dragon became excited by the speedy ascent.

            Her vision was masked by the fog, but then they crested above the haze. It seemed an entirely different world up here, a world with a pristine sky and white meadow, then the saddle beneath her twisted as the dark dragon rolled over. He twirled over the tip of the mountain, before plunging back down the peak. The clouds again, then boulders, then trees. Now going faster, thanks to gravity, she felt as if the skin on her face was being pulled by invisible fingers. She grinned through it though. The island below them gave way to ocean, still churning and chilly from the winter.

            Best head back, she thought as she saw the sea stacks nearing, meaning they were drawing further from their target area. Pulling a little at the saddle, Stormbreaker grumbled at the instruction but took a sharp turn, of course he couldn’t do it without orbiting a sea stack or two with the flick of his tail, “Showoff,” she chuckled. The Skrill tucked his wings and regained his lost momentum in a way only he could do, falling near vertically for a second or two and then resuming gliding. As they zoomed back across the ocean, Hyrra spotted a small pod of Submarippers, small is a relative term though, she reminisced as the tidal class dragons surfaced to watch them fly by.

            Within seconds they were back in range, a mischievous grin settled on her face as they closed in on the other duo, “YO!” she shouted, then cackled as soon as she saw the unsuspecting rider, and dragon, startle.

           Axel twisted around to glare at her, “Don’t do that!” Even Goldtyr whined at the fright.

           The redhead stuck her tongue out at him, “By the way there’s nothing happening on Jore’s Throat, if you wanted to know.”

           “You need to stop flying off-”

           She cut him off before he could lecture her, “Sorry you’re so slow. We’re just doing our jobs.” The redhead shrugged as they hovered over the warrior pair.

           Her flight companion shook his head and sighed loudly, “And what happens if you come across trouble? That’s my job.”

           “You really think I need you to save me?” The redhead teased, gripping the saddle with her legs as Stormbreaker flipped over, posturing as he glided upside down, “Have either of you defeated a Doomfang?” Axel opened his mouth, but she interrupted him again, “Didn’t think so.” The electric team flipped back over and then flew ahead, leading the way back to school.

           She heard the brunet complaining under his breath before speaking up, “Whatever, don’t come crying to me if you get in trouble and I’m out of range.”

           “Well I guess I couldn’t really ‘come crying to you’… you know, cause you’d be ‘out of range’.” Hyrra quipped over her shoulder and he scowled back.

           He continued to yap, “Don’t forget: I can stop helping you with your training.”

           “Not like I need your help anymore, pretty sure I could beat even you now,” Hyrra stuck her nose in the air.

           But clearly he knew better, “Uh huh, go ahead and try,”… he was right of course, Hyrra knew she was still nowhere near as good a warrior as Axel. It annoyed her greatly.

           They hadn’t made it very far before she heard something over her shoulder, “What’d you say?”

           “Honestly, listen every once in a while,” He griped, “Ships to the right, they’re heading in the same direction we are,” She looked and, sure enough, there were three small ships sailing slowly towards the school, “Seem like trade ships, but we should go make sure anyways.”

           This time, Hyrra let him take the lead. As they drew in close to the ships, the deckhands seemed to recognize them, and waved, “Yup, merchants.” She muttered under her breath as they were invited to land on the deck. Stormbreaker growled.

           Axel stood confidently on the deck, looking nearly as comfortable as Calder would have been; meanwhile, Hyrra went green in the face, swaying back and forth with the motion of the vessel. She was trying to focus on what Axel and the captain were saying, but it did little, “Keep heading in this direction and you’ll run right into the school,” The captain asked how much further the school was, “…going this speed, I’d say it’d take another hour or so for you. If you catch a good wind if might speed you up a bit, but we’ve not had any strong breezes today.” A few of the sailors watched the nauseous redhead with mild concern, but most were too busy ogling the Skrill, which had unashamedly refused to stay on the boat and was instead flying in tight circles around the mast.

           “Hyrra, you okay?” Axel clapped her on the shoulder, smirking knowingly as she wavered from the contact.

           “Fin-” She burped nauseously and poised to run for the railing, “Can we go?”

           He nodded, “Yeah, let’s get going. Korinta’s going to want to know everything looks good.” The sailors waved them off, and soon the two were back flying over the ocean, “Feeling better, Queasy?” He called over to her after a few minutes.

           Feral amber eyes glared, “Shut up! And I don’t need another bizarre nickname from you!” She snapped, focusing ahead and relieved to spot the school’s volcanic peak looming. Hyrra noticed that the repairs to the caldera had held up, she knew that Tic had been nervous about the newly created obsidian not melding with the existing. But it had held, and truthfully you couldn’t tell where the new obsidian ended and where the old began.

           The new buildings filled out the once sparse looking school grounds, and with all the students back and excited, the grounds were a welcoming sight. They landed in front of the main hall, and immediately the two were surrounded by eyes, “Newbies.” Axel breathed under his breath as the new students eyed the two striking dragons land with ease.

           Hyrra dismounted, “You don’t like the attention? And here I was thinking you’d do anything to boost your ego.” She chuckled when he scowled at her.

           “I don’t like being stared at.” He complained, “Especially when it’s by a bunch of gawking fresh meat.” He said pointedly louder as his cutting silver eyes stared down the crowd.

           The students rapidly dispersed around them, “Oh, come on, I think it’s kind of cool! We’re respectable!” She nudged his shoulder but he didn’t answer, and instead just wrinkled his nose and led the way up the stairs. Inside the main hall they found Korinta sitting at a table, her head tilted to the map in front of her.

           “Report!” Her head never moved and the command caused Hyrra to flinch a little bit.

           “Um, r-right…nothing spotted as far east a Jore’s Throat, nor anything found near Dagger Pass. The South was quiet only a few traveling boats heading to Berk and Lucra. We did run into a group of traders on their way here, they were about an hour out.” She relaxed her posture a bit once she had blurted the last bit out.

           Korinta regarded her map for a second, “Relax Hyrra, I’m not going to bite your head off.” The scouting professor grinned and looked up.

           “Don’t know about that, pretty sure you’ve threatening to feed me to Viperra once or twice.” She said cheekily.

           “Don’t worry… I’d never feed Viperra something that would upset her stomach.” The blonde quipped back, “Now go on, fairly certain I heard that Brey’s arrived.”

           Hyrra perked up and sprinted out of the building, Axel on her heels. Almost immediately she saw Stormbreaker’s miffed face as a familiar Nadder was currently nuzzling him and squawking in his face. Without warning, Hyrra was accosted into incredibly strong arms, “HYRRA!” She was lifted off her feet by the over exuberance of her friend. After nearly blacking out from a lack of oxygen, she was finally put back down, “Sorry! It’s just so good to see you!”

           “Likewise,” She choked out as she regained her breath.

           “Woah Axel, you’re looking… different.” Brey scratched her head as she eyed the older warrior, who frowned.

           Hyrra watched him cross his arms, great, now his ego’s bruised, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

           “She means that your hair looks stupid.” Calder interjected, getting a glare from both Brey and Axel. Hyrra didn’t have much of a problem with Axel’s new hairstyle, it looked clean and neat… but it was a big difference from the mop of hair he’d had last year. Over the winter, Axel had cropped the sides of his head, leaving only the top intact. His wavy hair often drooped to one side, almost giving the appearance that he’d only shaved one side of his head.

           “This is a warrior’s haircut. But I wouldn’t expect you to know that since you’re barely a warrior, fish-for-brains.” The seething brunet snapped back, leaning into Calder’s face as he hissed, and now they’ll fight. Calder growled as he head-butted the brunet, then lunged at him. Within seconds the two were wrestling down the stairs of the main hall.

           Brey watched the two as they rolled around, “Should we do something or…?”

           “Or go find something to eat instead?” The redhead suggested as her stomach growled.

           “Yes, I’m starving! You’d think two loaves of honey bread would hold me over.” As they left for the mess hall, they could still hear the two warriors behind them as they continued their childish quarrel.

           “Let go of my wrist!” – “Apologize!” – “Never! Your hair looks stupid!” – “I’ll break your sword hand!” – “Whatever! You couldn’t if you tried!” – “Try me!” – “I fear NOTHING!” – “DON’T BITE ME YOU IDIOT!”

           “You sure we should leave them alone? Seems like they’ve already resorted to biting.” The southerner looked over their shoulders with some apprehension.

           Hyrra followed her gaze lazily, seeing the two, grown men, on the ground, covered in dirt. Axel was on Calder’s back, using one hand to pin the blonde’s wrist to his back, Axel’s other hand was firmly between Calder’s teeth, “They’ll be fine, they’ve been at it like this since Snoggletog… I think they’re getting along better actually.” Brey frowned, “Viking guys fight a lot when they start seeing each other as friends.” She explained.

           The engineer shook her head, “…that’s weird.”

           “And it’s one of the reasons women are superior to men.” Brey snickered at that as she followed the redhead into the mess hall.

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Chapter 2: Fresh Meat?

Chapter 2

Fresh Meat?

           “There’s a lot of new students.” Brey commented as they watched the school below, “I’ve only been here a little over a day and I’ve already counted at least thirty new students.”

           Hyrra leaned back against Storm’s leg, her own legs dangling off the stable deck, staring up at the lazy blue sky, “I overheard Eret saying because they expanded the dorms and grounds, that they were also expanding the class sizes.” Calder said from his reclined position on his petite dragon’s back.

           “Really? I heard a lot of the tribes are still reeling from the Dragon Slayer attack,” Hyrra finally chimed in, “Korinta was saying the tribes want more warriors and scouts, just in case there was a second army like the Dragon Slayers.”

           “It’s probably a bit of both.” Bjorn spoke up, his brightly colored Snafflefang nodding wisely next to him.

            “Bjorn, where’s Axel?” Calder cut in, it was a bit strange for Bjorn to be away from Axel for any major length of time.

            The clean-shaven young man regarded the shorter warrior, “Said something about helping Eret.” Calder shrugged off the vague answer, after all that was just Bjorn’s way of talking.

           “Hyrra!” Stormbreaker grumbled as a Snaptrapper and rider landed on the deck, “Korinta was looking for you, said you needed to meet her down at the Main.” She raised an eyebrow, not moving from her spot, “Pretty sure she meant for you to get down there now.

           Both Skrill and rider grumbled this time, “Thrain if you’re pawning scouting duty on me again I swear you’ll be doing my homework for the rest of the year.” Thrain smirked roguishly before he and his multi-headed dragon took off, shaking the deck as they did so. Hyrra stood up and tightened Stormbreaker’s saddle, noting that the leather strap was fraying and stiches were popping along the side, not to mention the gargantuan claw scratches on the seat, “I’ll be back… hopefully.” She sighed to the group as she swung into the saddle.

           Storm dropped off the deck and glided down to the Main hall, they both spotted Korinta standing on the steps. When they landed, Hyrra hopped off and began to walk up the steps, “Bring Storm with you.” Hyrra frowned but looked over her shoulder and motioned for the Skrill to follow her up the stairs.

           “Ugh, did Thrain back out of scouting?” She whined as they ascended, Korinta smirked as she ushered the duo into the Main hall, closing the door behind them.

           Hyrra was immediately face-to-face with a table full of teenagers, “Ah, sorry to keep you all waiting,” Korinta smiled pleasantly as she greeted the table, nearly all of the new students were staring openmouthed at the redhead and dragon, “Hyrra, this is our Nadder group this year,” Hyrra glowered, seeing where this was going already, “And Nadder group, these are your tour guides for today: Scout Hyrra Boandi and her Skrill, Stormbreaker. They will be showing you around the school grounds and answering your questions, should you have them. Now, I’m going to leave so you can get started.” Korinta leaned into her, “If I find out you don’t give a good tour, you’ll be doing distance scouting the rest of the month.” Hyrra sighed, but knew better than to argue with Korinta when she was clearly busy, and irritated, so she continued to sourly stare at Korinta’s retreating back until the door closed and she found herself standing in an awkward silence.  

           Almost instantly a hand shot up from the table, the redhead sighed, “Yes?”

           “Are you the one who defeated the Dragon Slayers?” Hyrra eyed the questioner, a round faced girl with heavy freckles and dark brown hair, looks like she could be related to Freda.

           “Nope, that was definitely the other Skrill rider.” She said dryly, turning around and heading for the door, “Well come on then.” She called, hearing the benches scrapping the ground as they were pushed back.

           Back outside, Storm put space between himself and the group of inquisitive students, Hyrra turned around and already saw hands in the air. This is going to be a long day, she nodded toward a pale haired boy with light eyes, “How fast can he fly?”

           “A little slower than a Nightfury, though he gets close to the same speed when we dive. Like other Skrills he can use lightning to travel at supersonic speeds.” Another hand was raised, “Yes?” She motioned at a gloomy looking dark haired boy, he reminds me of Ravn.

           “Wouldn’t riding a Skrill hurt a normal human?” Hyrra felt her face involuntarily cringe, yup.

She recovered quickly, “It would, if I didn’t have this saddle.” She patted the saddle, then feeling the scratched leather of the saddle.

           At that point she heard a chorus of oohs and ahhs, “Is that from the Doomfang?” The curly haired girl spoke up again, her eyes twinkling.

           Hyrra looked at the abrasions, only two but with a huge distance between them, exemplifying the size of the dragon that had caused them, “Yeah, I’ve got to get that fixed...” Another hand was raised, “Yes?”

           “When did those scratches happen? Were you in the saddle?” Hyrra could even see the questioner this time.

           “No, I wasn’t in the saddle, and…” When did those happen? The last time we saw Wrath, Storm wasn’t wearing his saddle. Oh that’s right! “We had a mission to an isolated island where a friend of mine and I encountered the Doomfang, Stormbreaker fought him off. Simple as that. Now, if you don’t mind we’re going to actually start this little tour…” Before she could even turn around more hands came up, “Does anyone have questions that doesn’t have to do with what happened last year or my personal life.” All hands fell, “Good, then let’s get started.”

           A half an hour later, they had just finished touring the dining hall, “Now remember, meals are served pretty much all day, but the best food will be gone within about an hour of the meal’s beginning.” Hyrra turned around to see another hand up at the back of the crowd, though she couldn’t tell who it belonged to, “Uh, yes?” She asked, a little irritated at the constant barrage questions.

           “I was wondering, when did you get so well-trained?” The nadder group swiftly split down the middle as Axel smirked from his place at the back, “Since when do you follow Korinta’s orders? Especially when it has to do with dealing with brats.” He added the last bit with a raised eyebrow at the gawping group around him.

           “Since I realized it makes my life easier. Now get moving, I’ve got no time for you today.” She waved him off, and then began to walk away, she heard the group shuffle into step behind her.

           A dramatic sigh, “Come on Ginger!” Then Axel was at her elbow, “I’m bored.”

           You expect me to fix that? “I’m not your entertainment, go away.” He huffed loudly, but followed Hyrra until they stopped the group in front of the laboratory, “Now if our intruder will leave, I can continue the tour.”

           The brunet grumbled loudly before he whistled, calling Goldtyr, who glided down the caldera’s face. The Nadder group watched the golden dragon land, awestruck at his size and garish coloring. Meanwhile, Goldtyr ignored his rider to greet Stormbreaker with a grunt, even as the brunet climbed into the saddle, “Let’s go, clearly we aren’t wanted.” The Nightmare whined sadly as he was spurred towards the sky.

           Back on the ground, Hyrra sighed, relieved at his departure, “This is Dr. Lardsen’s lab, you’ll likely have classes the next few weeks in this building. Until you get sorted, at which point you’ll never see the inside of it again, unless you’re an engineer, obviously.”

            Agna, the freckle faced girl, spoke up, “What is your opinion on engineers?”

            “Engineers? They’re very important and among the most creative people you’ll ever meet. In fact, my best friend is an engineer, she’s brilliant, even created a glaive for me last year.” She pulled her hilt out of her belt, and pressed the button on its side, the teenagers around her stared at the weapon with wide eyes, “No warrior or scout could ever create something like this,” she pressed the button again, one of the sides retracted, “It functions as both a long range polearm and a short sword.” After tucking the weapon back into her waistband she looked around, “So, in my opinion, being an engineer is something to be incredibly proud of, not many have the intelligence for that field.” A mass of hands came up, feeling a bit of impatience she reminded herself, just answer their questions so you don’t get stuck with scouting duties.

            She sat down on a nearby boulder and the Nadder group fell in around her, sitting on the grass, “Okay, first question?” Stormbreaker waddled behind her and laid down, wrapping his tail around the boulder she was perched on.

            “What about scouts? What do you do?” One of the softer spoken boys asked first.

            She propped her feet up onto Storm’s tail, he growled mildly at that but didn’t move, “Scouts tend to be the first responders… as in, when something seems amiss, or is simply unknown, we’re the first ones who check it out.”

            “Sounds scary…” A redheaded boy, who looked to be one of the youngest in the group, whispered just loud enough to be heard.

            “It can be, but we rarely go in alone. Normally we work with a warrior-” Something hit her on the back of the head with a plonk. Storm made a chortling noise behind her.

            The teens hadn’t seemed to notice the source of her irritation, so she also chose to ignore it, “When do we get our own dragons?” Someone in the group asked impatiently as something else plinked off the back of her head.

            She was gritting her teeth as yet another object hit her head, she gave Storm’s tail a kick when she heard him gurgle, “Ahem, after a few basic ‘how to train your dragon’ lessons, you’ll be taken up to the stables and get the chance to bond with one of the dragons.”

            “What kind of dragon? Do we get to pick?” Hyrra recognized the dark-haired boy.

            “Sort of, well… it’s hard to explain. Some people pick a dragon, sometimes the dragon picks you.” Just as she as she was about to stand up, something else stung the back of her neck. She whirled around, “Who on earth?!” But scouring the school grounds, she didn’t notice anyone who looked familiar, or anyone who would want to annoy her.

            “Um… Hyrra?” A chorus of giggles form behind her.

            “What?” Her eyes glared at the group.

            Agna shriveled at the stare, “You have…,” She pointed at the back of her own head, “um, rocks in your hair.”

            Her face flushed as she ran her fingers through the back of her messy hair, feeling the rocks as she dislodged them, “Anyways! Let’s continue on to the hatchery.” She rushed off, still red-faced, is Calder messing with me? Or Thrain? He would do that. Storm and the teens hustled after her as they neared the opening in the caldera wall that led to the hatchery. Hyrra took the steps two at a time in her haste to get out the sunlight. When she hit the bottom, she turned to see the teens lagging behind only just starting to tread down the obsidian steps.

           The cluster had slowed down to stare at the dark tunnel over their heads, at the head of them was a stockier young boy who, despite his stature, would probably not make a warrior. He hadn’t spoken much but when he did it was timid and quiet. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave an impatient exhale, “Sometime today would be great.” Almost the entire Nadder group jumped and began moving just a bit faster. Until Hyrra watched the hefty boy come tumbling down the black steps, Korinta’s gonna kill me if one of them gets hurt, “You okay?” She asked, flinching when she realized she sounded nonchalant.

           The boy recovered quickly, sitting up, “I…I’m ok-k-kay. I j-just s-s-slipped.”

           “Be careful coming down the steps, they must’ve gotten wet.” She advised as the rest of the group tip-toed down the steps, Hyrra turned to offer her hand to the fallen teen when she saw his boot. It was glistening along the bottom. Grabbing the boot, much to the surprise of the timid student, “What’s your name?”

           "T-the b-boots name?” She glared at the teen, that’s not what I meant, “Oh, I’m Svelte.” Svelte? That’s kind of ironic.

           She cleared her head, “Svelte looks like you should definitely avoid fire,” the dark blond stared at her, “you’re the proud new owner of boots covered in Monstrous Nightmare gel.” His face turned ashen, “Might want to take them off, I’d hate for one of the forge sparks to hit this.”

           A moment later and Svelte had rejoined the group with bare feet, so Axel’s throwing a temper tantrum because I won’t go training with him? How sweet. She thought bitterly, “So the hatchery first,” She pointed to them to the walls lined in eggs, “We have a resident Queen that helps take care of these little beauties,” her eyes scanned the hatchery, she normally doesn’t go very far, a faint glow towards the back of the hatchery gave away Lady’s position, “there she is, follow me, and do NOT touch the eggs!” The group shuffled behind her, “Lady Amber? I hope you’re not too busy,” she called as they came near.

           The beaming dragon bristled briefly before recognizing her visitor, “This is Amberglow, affectionately known as Lady Amber. This dragon probably raised the dragon you will get, and many of the dragons on this island, so you have to show her the upmost respect.” The female dragon must have liked that sentiment as she gave Hyrra’s shoulder a very warm nuzzle, “Ah, well we’re going to get out of her horns, so let’s head to the forge.” Rushing off before the Fireworm Queen could try to lick Hyrra.

           The rest of their tour through the forge was relatively tame, the teenagers were distracted by the lava, and then Gobber gushed about engineering and the best metal for making weapons. After being thoroughly lectured on the properties of Gronckle Iron, the Nadder group seemed more than ready to get out of the scorching hatchery. Up above, Stormbreaker was still waiting, and napping, but woke up with Hyrra tapped him on the head. He grunted at the rude awakening and tripped her with his tail.

           As she was growling and getting up a cross voice spoke up, “Did you actually defeat the Dragon Slayers?” Hyrra recognized it as the dark haired boy, the one who reminded her of Ravn, something about this kid… I really dislike him, “You seem like an idiot.”

           For a moment she couldn’t even formulate a coherent thought, I just got called stupid by a kid, “…and what’s your name?”

           He frowned deeper at her biting tone, “Slate.”

           She crossed her arms, “Just ‘Slate’?” What kind of name is that? Hyrra shrugged it off, “In one way you’re right, I didn’t defeat the Dragon Slayers. I defeated their leader.” She bragged, Stormbreaker growled, “I mean we defeated their leader.” Come on really you just couldn’t let that go? Her eyes glanced to the dragon next to her, who huffed.

           A flap of wings and then, “Wow Red that’s pretty egotistical… I’m so proud! I’ve taught you well.” Hyrra rubbed her forehead, I really can’t deal with him right now.

           “Who are you?” Slate seemed as annoyed by Axel’s reappearance as Hyrra.

           “Axel Elkund: the greatest warrior on this island.” She was pretty sure he was posturing right now, but she didn’t bother to turn around a check.

           Slate looked on skeptically, “Never heard of you… and I thought that Ase chick was the best warrior on the island.” She could almost hear Axel’s ego crumbling.

           The redhead decided to end the debacle and, maybe, send the thorn in her side scuttling, “Axel, I will be letting Eret know you tried to harm a new student.”

           “You’ve got no proof.” But you’re not denying it. Goldtyr must have landed because the ground rumbled underneath her feet.

           Hyrra held up a boot for the Nightmare rider to see, “I think one boot covered in Monstrous Nightmare gel will be enough, don’t you?”

           A moment of silence, “…not if you don’t have a boot!” eh? Suddenly the boot was snatched from her hand by a powerful jaw.

           Svelte gasped as the golden dragon took off with the boot in his mouth, “My B-boot!”

           The redhead huffed, jumping into the saddle as Stormbreaker took off, easily catching up to the stoker class, “Really? This is just childish!” She shouted at the other rider.

           “That’s pretty rich coming from the person who was going to tattle,” touché, still can’t outrun us though. Stormbreaker lunged for the boot and Goldtyr twisted away, but the Skrill didn’t stop and crashed into the larger dragon’s neck, dislodging the boot from his jaws, “Hey! Watch it!” Axel commanded as his dragon recovered from the jolt.

           Hyrra didn’t stop to chat, as the boot was currently plummeting towards the lake. Stormbreaker didn’t need any urging as he began to nosedive. The wind whistled as they fell towards the lake, catching up to the boot but then she felt Storm resisting as the water closed in, “Don’t let it hit the water!” He snarled, but grabbed the boot just before it could hit the lake’s surface. Stormbreaker beat his wings, hitting the water and sending mist flying as they regained altitude. He grumbled and shook violently as they landed, making a point to throw the boot, and her, then roar in her face, “Come on, it was a just a little splash you big baby.” He hissed, showing her his dripping wings and then stomping off to dry.

           The boot still had an awful lot of monstrous gel on it, “Svelte, I’m going to hold onto this until we can go see Eret, is that okay with you?” She looked to the Nadder group and was met with shining, awestruck eyes, minus Slate, who still seemed annoyed. Agna raised a suddenly confident hand, “Yeah?”

           “How does one become a scout?”

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Chapter 3: Dragon Rider Games: Rules and Regulations

Chapter 3

Dragon Rider Games: Rules and Regulations

            The mess hall was buzzing as students poured in for the busiest breakfast hour, “First day of classes!” Brey hailed as her friends drowsily flopped into the bench, “Aren’t you guys excited?”

            Hyrra stretched, weary from an eleventh hour cartography study session, “It’s the same as last year, but without the excitement of being sorted.” She spotted warm squash soup and ladled some for herself as Brey frowned, “What? It’s true… back to the daily grind.”

            She rolled her eyes, “Well, I’m excited to finally be taking Gobber’s saddling course! Speaking of saddles, you got a new one for Pearl over the break right?” Calder paused, pieces of chicken smothered across his face, “Really? Chicken for breakfast?”

            “Protein!” He grinned, both girls made faces at the bits of food stuck in his teeth, “Anyways,” He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, “Yeah, I had one our local blacksmiths make one that fit her better. I also wanted one that wouldn’t absorb so much water, you remember how the stitching on the other saddle was getting moldy? The new one is made from regular leather, but they sewed the edges really tight with this waterproof threading. I’ll have to show it to you, it’s really cool!” The table thumped as Axel threw himself down next to Calder, and across from Hyrra, who raised an eyebrow at his irritated face, “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

            “Shut it!” He seethed, “I didn’t get a lick of sleep, Eret had me polishing swords all night,” he then turned his glare on the redhead across from him, “And I wouldn’t have to do any of that if you hadn’t snitched!”

            “You were interrupting a very important tour, and nearly injured a new student. Honestly, you should be lucky that Eret’s going so easy on you.” Brey retorted as Hyrra continued to sip her soup, unaffected by the warrior’s attitude. The table thumped again when Bjorn sat down on Calder’s other side with his plate, which contained exquisite pastries, who knew Bjorn was into sweets?

            “He’s probably worried that he’ll mess up your delicate lady fingers with real work.” Calder quipped, showing Axel his hardened hands, built up from years of working on a ship and then another year of sword practice, “No man should have baby soft hands.”

            Axel had a rare blushing moment as he quickly hid his hands under the table, “My hands are not delicate!” He whined, but then Bjorn chuckled, “Shut it! See! They have calluses!” He showed the group his hands. Hyrra immediately grabbed one of them before he could retreat, “Hey!”

           “Oh wow they are soft!” She teased… but in all honesty they were incredibly smooth, “Brey feel!”

           “I’m not a cat, stop petting me!” He griped, trying to pull his hand back but Brey had also seized his hand. And her strength was impressive.

           “Do you use something? Lotion? Oil?” Brey urged as she felt the warrior’s hands, Hyrra watched with amusement when Axel’s face glowed brighter and brighter as people around them began to snicker at the sight.

           “N-no!” He finally managed to wring his hand free from the engineer’s iron grip.

           “Aw darn… I’ve been fighting calluses on my hands for a couple of years, I’ve tried everything!” Axel’s mortification only seemed to worsen at the thought of a woman having rougher hands then him.

           Their merry was interrupted, “Might I get everyone’s attention?” Hyrra jumped at the sudden booming voice, turning in her seat to see the headmaster at the front of the hall, running his fingers through his beard. The hall fell silent, “Thank you, we will be having a mandatory meeting tonight regarding the Dragon Rider Games. It will be held right after classes have ended, in the main hall, and, as stated before, it is mandatory. Thank you again, have a good first day of classes!” With that he gave a quick bow and then left the hall.

           “It’s probably about the new rules.” Axel mumbled, he was met with blank stares, “I overheard Eret saying the Games have a lot of new rules, but I didn’t hear anything specific.”

           Bjorn frowned, “I guess we will see tonight.”

           Hyrra was left with a headache after her cartography lesson with Korinta, but she was also proud that her studying had managed to impress the scouting professional. The sun was already setting when she began to climb the steps of the main hall alongside her fellow scouts. Inside the main hall was full of roaring conversation and benches scraping as people found places to sit, she surveyed the crowd for her own friends. It didn’t take long to find the towering form of Bjorn, and next to him Calder and Axel. At first she couldn’t see Brey but then she spotted her making her way through the crowd near the warriors.

           She was greeted with a tired grin from Calder, “Busy day?” Looking at the three of them covered in dirt, it was clear Eret had wasted no time in putting them back to work. All she got in response was a fatigued hum from the three. She squeezed in between Brey and Freda, who smiled warmly at her. The smile reminded her of a question she’d been pondering over, “… you wouldn’t have to have a younger sister, would you?”

           Freda blinked, confused, “Me? No… Oh! I bet you met Agna! I have a lot of cousins, but no siblings.”

           Hyrra nodded, “Ah, she was in my tour group last week… just reminded me a lot of you.” That made the other girl flush, catching the redhead off guard, and thankfully the headmaster walked across the front of the hall and the crowd grew quiet before Freda could open her mouth.

           “Alright everyone let’s simmer down,” he smiled and waved his hand to hush the last few murmurers, “As you are all well aware of this year’s Dragon Rider Games will be quite different, and as such we will have new rules. First the basics: this year the Games will start the first full week of April and continue until the first week of May. During this time our school will be visited by chieftains, researchers, and alumni” He paused, dark eyes wisely watching the audience, “That means I need you all to be on your best behavior.” For some reason Hyrra felt like the headmaster was staring right at her.

           “Now, for the games themselves we have made changes as to who can compete.” There was some mumbles, “The first, and biggest, change is an age limit.” What? Now the whispering turned into a full uproar. Hyrra shared a glance with Brey and Freda, but after a few moments of complaining the headmaster smacked his hand down, quickly reining the crowd back in, “I understand this is a big change for many of you, but don’t despair. The age limit is as follows: competitors must be at least 14.” The youngest part of the crowd whined, “I know it doesn’t seem fair, but this is for your own protection. As well as an age limit, we also are not allowing any beginner riders into these games. This means you must be over 14 years of age and also have been riding for a full year.” Hyrra sighed, well we all fit those requirements, looking to her companions, who seemed as relieved as her by that news.

           After the hall calmed down, he continued, “We set these admission rules because we are allowing former students to compete in these Games. They are all competent riders who have been flying out in the world for months, if not years.” Understandable, though she knew that people were still going to be irritated, “Next: due to the length of this year’s games, we are going to require that each team has at least five, but no more than seven, members. Teams have to register a week before the games begin or they will not be allowed to participate.” Headmaster Groundshaker took a breath and leveled a stern look to his students, “And finally, we wish for these games to be a way to bring the tribes together and a way to expand the dragon and human bond to other tribes. For that reason, I implore you to interact with our guests, to show them how well you work with your dragons. Thank you for your attention, if you’ve any questions please feel free to come up and ask. Goodnight.”

           As the headmaster stepped down from the stage a group of young students rushed to the front; meanwhile, Hyrra and the group she’d been sitting with made their way out of the hall and into the bracing early spring night. Outside the hall there was quite a bit of discussion, and Calder was quick to add, “I’m surprised but at the same time I saw this coming.”

           “It would be dangerous of them to put new riders into the same competition as graduates.” Bjorn agreed.

           Axel shrugged, “I plan on beating anyone who gets in my way. Graduate or otherwise.”

           She smirked at that, “You couldn’t even beat me last year, what makes you think you can beat graduates?” He went red in the face and then huffed as he walked off, Bjorn following with only a small ‘goodbye’. Calder waved before following the other two warriors off.

           “You’ve been quiet.” Hyrra looked to the tattooed teen.

           Brey frowned, “Yeah I was just thinking about the new rules… why do you think they’re allowing graduates?”

           She shrugged, “Don’t know. Maybe they want to drum up interest? It’s the tenth games, I doubt they wanted it to be the same-old-same-old.”

           “Maybe, it just seems weird to me.” Brey sighed, “Anyways, the new students are being sorted tomorrow night, right?” Hyrra nodded, “Great, that means in two days’ time I’ll be showing a bunch of depressed Vikings the engineering ropes.”

           The redhead flinched, “Are people so worried about being sorted into engineering?”

           “Last year I was the only one that actually wanted to be there. Everyone else was begging to be put in with the warriors or scouts.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

           “I bet this year you’ll get a bunch of excited engineers and I will get the depressed scout instead!” She jested, nudging the taller teen.

           Brey chuckled, “If that happens I’ll eat my own boot.”


[A.N: Decided to post today since I'm going out of town, hope you enjoy!]

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Chapter 4: We Merry Few

Chapter 4

We Merry Few

           Midweek rolled around, and Hyrra and Stormbreaker were strolling around the meadow waiting for the arrival of the new recruits; meanwhile Thrain sat nearby with his massive dragon, “Stop pacing.” He ordered, leaning back against the tree, “You’re giving me anxiety.”

           “Not pacing! Just… walking around.” She snapped back, looking to Storm who was slowly meandering with her, occasionally stopping to sniff something he found, “Hey Knut! I guess you guys aren’t going to be participating in the games year?”

           The young nadder rider stopped sharpening his dagger for a moment, “Um, no we aren’t… we aren’t mad though, the rules make sense.”

           “Just because they make sense doesn’t mean they’re fair.” Mani protested, she was sitting on a boulder, her Hobblegrunt, Vann, was sunning behind her.

           Confusion spread through Hyrra, “I thought you were 14?”

           A blonde head shook, “No, we don’t turn 14 until the month after the games.”

           “That’s tough.” She mumbled, “At least you’ve got next year.” All she got in reply was a ‘hmph’. She looked around at the other scouts, most were grumping around, or sleeping in the sun. Hyrra looked to her companion, everyone is in a sour mood. The scouts were usually a lively group, but today even their dragons seemed subdued, what’s going on?

           Tired? Hungry? Who knows? Just a bunch of weaklings. Hyrra turned and glared at the Skrill, that’s not nice. Storm looked at her with a deadpan expression, I’m not nice. She sighed, rubbing her forehead… she was slowly discovering that having a mental connection to a cynical, feral dragon was not an entirely good thing, “Everyone look alive.” Thrain called as Viperra appeared on the horizon, followed closely by three other dragons, “Look at that, we only got three this year.” The drowsy scouts gathered around as Korinta landed, elegantly descending from her dragon’s back as the newest scouts landed clumsily, “Well… at least they have cool dragons.” Thrain murmured when he noticed the trio’s complete lack of grace and training.

           Hyrra wandered in closer to Thrain, and saw the dragons, and riders, he was looking at. The most noticeable was an alarmingly bright orange-striped Hackatoo, the multi-legged dragon with a face like an axe was being ridden by a rather meek looking young man, probably only about twelve years old. Next to him was a pale girl with chestnut hair, standing alongside a bronze Sand Wraith with shining gold eyes. And next to her… “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Hyrra spotted a familiar, grouchy teenage boy.

           Thrain nudged her, “You know one of ‘em?”

           “The Devilish Dervish rider... I believe his name is Slate. He was in my tour group and a royal pain in my rear.” Thrain grumbled something under his breath like ‘sounds like someone I know…’ Well at least his dragon made sense: a lead-colored Devilish Dervish with an ebon belly and bone-white horns.

           “Scouts, your new peers are going to introduce themselves, and their dragons, so BE QUIET.” Korinta’s voice had them all silenced in a second, “Good.”

           She motioned at the only girl of the three, “Hi! I’m Brine, I am thirteen, and this is Medallion,” The Sand Wraith seemed calm and already appeared to have a solid connection with her rider, sitting close and peacefully beside Brine. Cool name. It’s an absurd name. Be nice! “We’re really happy to be here and excited to get to work with you.” At least Brine seemed nice, the girl reminded Hyrra of a younger version of Brey.

           The boys shared a glance, with the meek looking boy quickly avoiding Slate’s glare, “Um…um I’m Gristle,” Well that’s a Viking name if I ever heard one, “I am eleven, and this is Chopper,” The Hackatoo, although large, looked young and was probably only about half its adult size, and reacted to its name by quickly looking at his rider and then nudging him, a good personality, but I’ve heard that Hackatoos can be brash, “I can’t wait to get to know you guys.” He’s young, but sweet, clearly the other riders thought so too as most of them could not resist making a collective aww that made the young rider blush and hide behind the leg of his Hackatoo.

           And finally there was Slate: standing with a scowl and arms crossed over his chest. Korinta cleared her throat when the dark haired teen didn’t speak. He sighed, “Slate, 14, this is Obscura,” a bit of a dramatic name delivered in a very undramatic fashion, “And honestly I think scouting is a waste of a profession.” Hyrra smirked, Brey’s going to be eating a boot, meanwhile, Thrain, and many of the other scouts, were grumbling at this new arrival’s insolence.

           Korinta, for her own part, just rubbed her temples, “We will be training today to better understand each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and to allow our new members to see how we function.” Her icy eyes glared at the back of Slate’s head.

           Nearly two hours into the training and the three newbies were all exhausted. They were laid out in the grass, with their dragons panting and grumbling nearby; conversely, the rest of the scouts only had a glimmer of sweat on their brows. Hyrra landed, leering at the beaten looking Slate, who had been running his mouth for the first ten or so minutes of practice until it became apparent that he and his dragon did not know how to work together, “Nice work Thrain, Hyrra good job on the tuck-n-dive. Freshmen!” The trio snapped upright, “Why are you laying down? We still have another hour of practice!” Their dragons whined loudly, “Except for Gristle and Chopper.” The timid young boy collapsed back onto the ground and his dragon took a deep breath, thankful.

           “What!? That’s not fair!” Slate growled, finding the strength to stand up and face Korinta, “I’ve worked just as hard as him!”

           But then the blonde professor turned a sinister glare on him and he appeared to instantly regret trying to pick a fight, “Gristle is eleven years old, his dragon is only nine years old. At their ages they cannot handle as much physical training as a fourteen year old boy and his fifteen year old dragon.” Slate was swift in avoiding Korinta’s gaze, at least he learns fast, but clearly the Timberjack rider was not going to let him off easily, as she prowled closer until she was leaning into the teenager’s face, “And I never want to hear such an insolent tone from a rider who can’t even perform a basic loop. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

           The rest of the scouts were giggling, including Thrain, “Bringing back memories?” He nudged her, she wanted to tell him that she had never been berated by Korinta like that, but she was honestly a little afraid of the blonde woman overhearing her and rectifying that situation.

           “Yes, ma’am.” The dark haired boy ducked his head.

           Korinta moved on, but still obviously irritated, “Slate and Obscura will be flying loops until they get it right. Thrain and Ladies,” The emerald quad-headed dragon nodded wisely, “why don’t you supervise them? You’ve earned a small break.” She handed out other assignments, then turned to the resident redhead, “Hyrra, Stormbreaker,” both grunted lazily, one having nearly gone to sleep in the saddle, the other just not caring. But they both saw the irritated, raised eyebrow, and quickly snapped awake, “Don’t make me regret this,” She sighed, “I want you to stay here and teach Gristle and Chopper about basic scouting technique.”

           Hyrra perked up at that, “Really? That’s pretty easy… will do!” She sprung from the saddle as the professor took off to supervise the training sessions going on overhead. Marching over to where the blond boy was sitting in the grass, “Well, what should we talk about?” She asked as she flopped onto the grass in front of him.

           He jumped and his Hackatoo eyed her shyly, I didn’t realize his dragon was only nine, that’s young for a dragon, “She said something about scouting techniques?” He said quietly.

           “That’s boring.” The redhead waved it off, the boy looked at her with big eyes, “You’ll pick it up quick enough, but I guess while we are at it: Do you have any questions?” He stared at her blankly, “… about anything? Scouting? Dragons? Riding?”

           “What’s your name again? And where are you from?” He asked softly.

           Although it was not the topic she thought they should be discussing, she decided to indulge the bashful child, “Hyrra Boandi, from Berk, the Hooligan tribe. So Gristle where are you from?”

            He frowned, “Um… Rima… the Lopsided tribe.” He got quiet and wrapped his little arms around his knees, “I’m not supposed to talk to people from Berk.”

           That caught her off-guard, but she managed to catch her tongue, forcing a calmer tone, “Why not?”

           Gristle shrugged, “I don’t know, just something I heard before I left home… You’re good though, right?” He got quiet again, “I mean you defeated that lady right? The blonde one? She was scary.”

           Stormbreaker grumbled behind her, “Of course I’m good! Wait… you knew Svigar?” What the heck does this kid know?

           “I didn’t know her, but I saw her once. My dad owns trading ships and she was stealing them, but then one day she came to Rima and said she’d give my dad his ships back if he’d give her supplies…” A year later and I’m still learning about Svigar’s reach.

           “Well she’s gone now… why don’t we talk about dragons?” Hyrra steered the conversation away from Svigar, a bit afraid that someone might overhear, “What’s your favorite thing about Chopper?” This boy’s eyes lit up, and a lengthy conversation later she had learned that Chopper was a benevolent dragon, with a shy streak like his rider, and still mastering the use of his six legs.

           They were interrupted by the arrival of the other scouts, “Before you take off, I’m going to assign mentors,” Korinta said snappishly as some of the riders began to pack up their bags, “Mani will be mentoring Brine. Knut you’ll be with Gristle.” Gristle frowned looking at Hyrra sadly, she gave him a small smile, probably for the best. He and Knut are closer in age, meaning they’ll have more time together, “Hyrra: I want you with Slate.”

           Her attitude completely reversed. Hyrra jumped to her feet, “You have got to be joking!” Korinta looked measurably unimpressed with the hostility, “I am not working with that brat!” Stormbreaker fed off of her and began snarling.

            Apparently Slate wasn’t happy either as he fumed, “I’m not going to learn anything from that idiot!”

            “I’ve made my decision. You are working with Slate,” the intimidating woman met Hyrra’s wolfish gaze with a venomous glare, “and I should remind you that she is the reigning Finale Race champion,” She addressed that last bit to the irate boy, “You could learn something, considering you can’t even sit in the saddle properly.” Hyrra loudly grumbled as she stepped into the saddle, not bothering to fight anymore as Stormbreaker took off. They were barely off the ground when she felt her left stirrup snap, honestly!?

            At dinner she glared daggers at Brey who, as prophesized, had gained only happy-to-be-there engineers, “Maybe it won’t be so bad? You and Thrain didn’t get along well at first…” Hyrra continue to glower, “I guess I have to eat my boot now.” The southerner sighed looking under the table at her foot.

            That reminded Hyrra, “Actually we’ll be even if you make me a new saddle.”

            Brey pulled a face, “What happened to yours?” But clearly the idea of making a saddle elicited some excitement as she leaned forward.

            “Other than a Doomfang? Hm… oh that’s right! The Dragon Rider Games, a small war, and daily wear from an electrical beast… there are others but I am forgetting them right now.”

            Her companion rolled honey eyes, and then pulled out her journal, “I got it… so next time maybe less weight? Not as much wood to make it more flexible? Something tougher for the stirrups…” Hyrra began to tune out Brey as she got lost in her own thoughts, how am I going to deal with Slate? She heaved a deep sigh and slouched into the table. This year just got ruined.


[A.N: For those who were wondering, I don't mind if you track this thread! Just make a new post, so don't reply to any of the chapters/reference pages so I can continue to edit them if need be :) ]

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Chapter 5: Loder? Odor? Louder? Who's that?

Chapter 5

Loder? Odor? Louder? Who’s that?

            It was a misty, cool morning leaving everything gleaming with a sheen of moisture, even deep within the caves the walls were slick with dew. Her glaive was slipping in her hands as the moisture built up, she grumbled as she wiped the handle off on her shirt and ducked into the nearest cavern, Stormbreaker trailed behind her, okay Thrain where are you? Hide and seek was serious business when it was two scouts playing it, I didn’t see the Ladies outside. Did you smell anything? She heard him snort, as close to a ‘no’ as she was going to get, they could fit in one of the larger caverns, but somehow I doubt he dragged his dragon through here. He probably had them fly off so we couldn’t track them... but he doesn’t know about electroreception. Stormbreaker took his cue without a response. She felt the barest tickle of lightning at her arm as he began to sweep his head back and forth, it didn’t make much sound but the flicks of light might be visible if Thrain was nearby. After a few seconds Storm stopped, anything?

            Possible. This way. She rolled her eyes as the dragon took the lead, wait! We are working on two-way communication! Send me the directions. Although she couldn’t really see her dragon, she could imagine the disdain on his face. She expected him to fight her on this, he’d been becoming more and more resistant lately with this fylgja business, but suddenly she felt a pressure at the center of her forehead. Then, with a bit more pressure, she closed her eyes and saw the electrical reading Stormbreaker had found. Is this seriously how you see in storms? It was incredibly disorienting for her, she pressed the palms of her hands to her eyelids as she tried to ground herself.

           According to Storm’s vision, a shapeless black canal lie in front of them. Among the endless black there were small streaks of green, which she supposed were some form of electric signature, most were too small to be a human; however, amid this dazzling display of green, there was a larger, brighter jade blob.

            They shuffled quietly down the cavern. Every time she blinked she saw the blob growing closer… but ‘Stormbreaker vision’ was beginning to make her queasy. Only a few minutes into their hike and she had to stop, yeah okay, take your directions back. When the pressure alleviated, she was able to close her eyes and see nothing. Blissfully nothing. Shaking it off, she nudged Storm forward, being forced to follow him again as she could no longer see their target.

            There was a dim light ahead, did we go in a circle? But when Hyrra peaked around the corner she noted that the ceiling had a slanted hole, just big enough for a Snaptrapper to get through. Storm lit up for a split second, then bumped her urgently. The warning was obvious: something big was in the cavern. Now the question is: did he leave the Ladies here and then hide elsewhere, or are they all in there? Her amber eyes looked to Storm, just barely illuminated by the light, she noted that he seemed confused, too big.

            The Ladies? Big? Yeah, have you just now noticed? Too much. It took her a moment to understand his choppy dragon speak, Can’t you just learn to speak like a human? Honestly... then it hit her, oh! The ladies electrical signal is too big? It’s blocking out others? She didn’t get a confirmation but now she was wondering if Thrain maybe did know that Stormbreaker could see electricity. If that’s the case then he might have figured out that the Ladies’ energy could hide his own… but he’d still have to be nearby. They could run out, scare the Snaptrapper off, then find Thrain… but the whole point of this training was to find the target without causing a scene.

            Peering into the dimly lit cave she noticed the walls seemed honeycomb in shape, with many holes large enough to hide a Snaptrapper and definitely big enough to hide a man. First the ladies, looking at the pockets she had to wait for nearly a full ten minutes before a soft hissing sound filled the cavern, did they see me?! She resisted the urge to move as she saw a flicker of movement from one of the honeycombed caves to her right, at the topmost part of the wall a head popped up and hissed then another head rustled, they’re fighting each other, she fought back a giggle as the Sisters began to bicker in muted hisses.

            “Quiet!” Came a hushed command, Hyrra’s head snapped to one of the grottos on the opposite side, he picked a floor-level cave that is going to force me to either come straight at him, and risk being spotted by his dragons, or come in under his dragons’ noses but then, since his cave faces that way, he’ll likely see me coming. Clever. There was a reason Thrain was number one. I need a distraction.

            Ages of sitting in the dark passed. Waiting… then a soft flap of wings at the hole in the ceiling. The redhead watched as Stormbreaker landed on the lip, sniffing and growling theatrically as he lit up in lightning, then, with an excited huff, he bounded off again. She held her breath. Not seconds after Storm’s exit, the Ladies’ slunk from their cave and out the top, the rules are if he can find me before I find him. He wins… so of course he would tell his dragons to follow Stormbreaker if he appeared. But that left Thrain open.

            Thrain was bored, leaning on his bow and cramped into a rather narrow cave. He decided to chance a peek out across the cavern, but saw nothing but the absence of his dragon, who had now been missing for about a minute, “That better not have been a tric-” As he turned to look at the other side of the cavern and cold steel was pressed to the side of his neck, “Dang.”

            At the main hall, a pleased redhead and a vexed archer stood in front of their professor, “So who won?” Korinta asked as she scribbled into a journal.

           “She did.” Thrain grumbled, looking over to his pupil, who had a smirk on her face.

           “Really?” The blonde looked up from her writing, “It appears the student has begun to surpass the master.” She teased, noting the irritated look Thrain was sporting, “You should go rest up,” Hyrra began to follow Thrain out the door, “Hyrra I’m going to need your help with something so stick around. I’ll see you outside once I get done.”

           She had only been waiting for a few moments when a chirpy voice was in her ear, “Whatcha doing?” Brey greeted as she sat down next to the redhead, who was resting on the school’s edge overlooking the dock and lake. Freda flew by on Patina, obviously in a hurry, but she took the time to wave at the two older girls, particularly the redhead she often fawned over.

           Hyrra yawned, acknowledging Freda’s wave with a small one of her own, “Waiting for Korinta, she needs my help with… something.” She felt drowsy after the long training session-slash-hide and seek game, and ended up letting Brey take the bulk of their conversation.

           Suddenly though, Brey’s conversation shifted, “Are those researchers?” Hyrra looked down from the sky and towards the dock, where a boat had landed and was already being unloaded.

           “Just the first few.” Both girls jumped when Axel spoke up from behind them, “These are the early birds.”

           Hyrra saw at least five individuals who appeared to be researchers, being that they were all carrying bags filled with papers, “Some of them are kind of cute…” Amber eyes looked sideways at Brey.

           Axel grumbled, “Really? Half look like they’d blow away in a breeze, the other half would be lucky to outrun a Gronckle.” He wasn’t wrong, two of the five were hefty, and the others made Hyrra felt self-conscious about her weight.

           Brey spun to face the socialite, “What’s wrong with a thin man?”

           He rolled his eyes, as if the answer was obvious, “No muscle?”

           “You’re not exactly a masculine man either,” Hyrra added, turning around to see the brunet furrowing his brow, “I mean you are pretty skinny, not to mention the baby soft hands, beardlessness…”

           “I get it!” He hissed, “At least I can hold a sword, I bet most of these guys couldn’t even pick up a dagger without messing up their nails.” He growled loudly.

           “Try not to insult our guests too much Axel,” Korinta appeared, making them all jump again, “They might write about it later… you know? Writing? That thing you’ve been struggling with.” The scouting teacher teased.

           “But he’s not entirely wrong!” That was a new voice. Hyrra and Brey stood up and peeked over the shoulder of the scouting teacher.

           Brey made a strangled noise and Hyrra looked at her, stunned, “He’s cute.” The southerner giggled into her ear. Hyrra had to admit the stranger wasn’t bad looking. He was a fair skinned man, probably five or six years older than them but had a youthful face with clear blue eyes and tousled brown hair. A willowy man, he was wearing a simple orange tunic and tan pants held up by a utility belt with pouches of varying sizes all over it. Clearly he was a man of simple tastes.

           Korinta gave Brey a concerned look after her outburst, “Anyways, this is Loder, one of the researchers come to study the school. Loder, this is Axel, one of our best warriors... unfortunately.” Axel scowled at the professor and then at the new arrival, who nervously avoided the glaring eyes, “This is Brey, one of our fine engineering students.”

           Brey laughed nervously, “It’s… uh… nice to meet you Brey.” Loder nodded politely to her while the tanned girl continued to blush and giggle, wow Brey get ahold of yourself!

“And this is your guide for the day, one of my scouting students, Hyrra.” I’m on tour duty? Again? Seriously?

           Hyrra cast a blank look over to her instructor as she reluctantly offered her hand, “It’s good to meet you-ah!” He had gone to shake her hand and then ineptly dropped one of his bags, when he tried to recover all he managed to do was drop all of his materials. Hyrra stared down, hand still extended, as he scrambled to grab his stuff, yup he’s all yours Brey, “So sorry! I get ahead of myself sometimes!” He bounced back onto his feet, now finally accepting her hand, “Loder! …though I guess you already knew that.”

           Korinta gave a sigh, “Right, I’ll leave it to you Hyrra. He’s staying at the first guesthouse.” The blonde added over her shoulder as she walked away.

            “Guess we should get started,” She gave a half-hearted wave to the other two as she led the researcher away. She showed him the basic buildings: the mess hall, main hall, and then his guesthouse, “And here we are, your room is somewhere in there.”

            “Ah good, I’d like to put some of this down.” She nodded, probably for the best. Loder had managed to drop, trip, and stumble his way around campus, causing a scene at the mess hall when he had knocked over a table with boiling hot soup on it. Hyrra was still smelling onions. Then at the Main Hall the terrible terrors had taken it upon themselves to relieve Loder of his papers. In his haste to retrieve the documents he knocked over Korinta’s materials and a weapon rack that Eret has spent hours polishing. She still felt Eret’s glare on her.

           Kyne swept out of the building, surprising the redhead out of her reflections, “Hyrra! And this must be our guest Loder, yes?” Not giving the man a chance to respond, the buxom woman took his many bags and papers, “I’ll put these in your room, the first one the left!” Loder almost fell over from the force of Kyne taking his luggage from him. Then she was gone.

“…well then I suppose that concludes our tour, unless you have questions?” Hyrra just really wanted to grab some lunch. Preferably something without onions.

            The lithe man jumped, “That’s right! I wanted to ask, and I hope this isn’t too-forward, if I might interview you? About the Dragon Slayers?”

            Why is everyone so obsessed with the Dragon Slayers? “It’s not a coincidence that Korinta picked me for the tour is it?”

            “Um, no, she and I are friends,” Hyrra stared at him blankly, “we met a couple years ago after my tribe was… erm… destroyed.”

            “I get it, so she found your island, decimated, helped you find a new home, a few years later you become a researcher, and a couple of years down the line you want to get an exclusive interview with one of her students so you trade in a favor.” He was staring at her with wide eyes, “Sound about right?”

            “Yeah… pretty much exactly what happened.” He scratched the back of his head, “So…”

            “Fine, lunch?” With that she turned on her heel, the journalist was quickly at her side again, easily keeping stride with his longer legs.

            The mess hall was quiet, not surprising given that it was after the usual lunch time, but there was still a good amount of food left, including the salmon that Hyrra quickly set about to eating. Loder sat across from her and was digging through his pouches, pulling out a small journal and pencil, then looking up to her, “Okay… I suppose I should ask how you came to learn about the Dragon Slayers. That’s the part of the story I’ve not heard.”

            Hyrra thought about it, after all it had been nearly a year, “Hm… I found a wood plank that washed up on the island with a message about destroying all dragons, but we all thought it was a tasteless prank. A few… I guess it was actually a couple of weeks later, there was a weird scouting report of a white island. When we searched it we found a bunch of dragons’ bones and another plank that Tic,” She stopped, noticing her interviewer was giving her a strange look, “Oh! Dr. Lardsen, sorry I don’t really call him by that very often… anyways, he recognized the symbol on the plank.”

            Loder looked up from his journal, “How did he know the symbol?”

            Because he is a reformed dragon slayer, “He’s a researcher, like you, but he’s always enjoyed histories and myths about dragons.” She lied effortlessly, wow that’s becoming just a little too easy. The notion left her troubled.

            The brunet nodded, writing something down, “So, what happened after that?”

            “There was another plank, the last one, which I found a few days later. Unlike the other planks this one was specifically written to the island, it said, basically, that the Dragon Slayers had seen us at the Dragon Graveyard and that they were ‘coming’.” She stopped to take a pick at the salmon.

            He kept writing, “Ah, I think I know the rest of the story: you were captured right? Then the outpost attack?” She nodded, do people really know all of that? “Now I was kind of hoping to ask… how? I mean, how do you go from new student to defeating one of the most fearsome individuals to exist in hundreds of years? By yourself? That’s amazing!”

            Hyrra blushed, not many people had called what she had done ‘amazing’. Most people had called it stupid, “Really it was Stormbreaker, my dragon. He’s very… feisty and strong, and I couldn’t have done it without the help of my friends, they helped me find out about Wrath’s weaknesses.”

            “Wrath? Who’s that?”

            She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “He was Stoneheart’s dragon, did you not here about him? He was the, literal, biggest part of the story.”

            The researcher looked as equally confused as her, “I thought its name was Doomfang?”

            Then it hit her and she began to cackle, “No! Wrath was a Doomfang,” She took a deep breath to calm down, “It’s a rare polar-tidal species of dragon.”

            Loder began to scribble in his journal, crossing things out, and making Hyrra giggle more, “That makes much more sense!” He played it off, but his ears had turned red, “Anyways, your dragon, Stormbreaker, he’s a Skrill?” She nodded and he continued to write, “I’ve never heard of a Skrill being ridden, why is that?”

            She pushed away her finished plate, “They’re incredibly rare as is and most of the time you don’t see them because they tend to live and travel among thunderstorms… but they are also very stubborn, clever, and unpredictable, making them hard to tame.”

            “So how did you meet Stormbreaker?”

            Hyrra sighed, “First you should probably know that I’m from Berk,” She launched into how her pranking lifestyle left her with community service, that ended with her helping Hiccup heal an injured Skrill with a horrid attitude, “After he healed we took him for a flight, Hiccup thought I could be a good rider so he helped get me into the school.” Loder, perhaps due to his research background, was a wonderful listener and attentive. It was nice to talk to someone with a genuine interest in her dragon, “So… anything else?” As much as she had originally disliked the interview it had become quite interesting.

            “You were quite the prankster, huh?” He said as he finished jotting down his seventh page of notes. Yes she had been counting.

            “I was a terror if that’s what you mean.”

            He chuckled, “Well, so was I.” She raised an eyebrow, “I know, I know, I’m too clumsy to have done anything like that, but I was quite good at it when I was little!” He finished his last few notes with a flourish, “I’m eager to see the Games! Truth be told, I’ve been pretty much terrified of dragons since my tribe was attacked. Getting to come here and see dragons is exciting! And horrifying.”

            Hyrra snorted, “You are going to get your fill of dragons.” She looked around and noticed people were already coming in for dinner.

            Loder stood, smiling broadly, “I suppose I should let you go, it was a pleasure to get to speak with you. I hope to see you soon,” he gave a quick bow and then left once Hyrra wished him goodnight.

           She wasn’t even able to get up from the table before Brey swooped in, “What’s Loder like? Romantic? Calm? Funny? You two were talking for some time!” Was she waiting somewhere this entire time?

           Hyrra disregarded the wink that Brey gave her, “Awkward… but nice. And he just wanted to interview me about what happened with the Slayers.”

           “Everyone seems interested in that this year.” Calder also appeared from seemingly nowhere and sat down next to them, “I’ve had a lot of the new warriors ask me about it.”

           “It’s normal for people to be curious about such an event, we should be proud that we were a part of it.” Brey pointed out.

           Hyrra smiled, “You’re right, thanks to us, three new students, the school is still here and will remain here for ten more years.”

            They each grinned, until Calder spoke up, “So who’s this Loder guy?”

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Chapter 6


            Brey had spent their lunchbreak asking Hyrra about the specifics of the new saddle, “What about less wood? Maybe a slimmer saddle tree that bends, rather than breaks like the slats? Pine bends pretty well…” She sighed, “But wouldn’t that put you closer to his electricity?”

            Hyrra pushed the mess hall door open, exiting the building, “Don’t worry tooo much about that, he’s gotten better at controlling his lightning,” She lied, Brey nodded, but then seemed arrested by something going on across the way. Following her gaze, Hyrra spotted the Shaded twins scowling at Freda and her cousins, Mork and Hock, “Let’s go see what’s going on…”

            “You menaces should just go back to your sad little island!” Freda snapped. Hyrra had to double check to make sure it was Freda, that seemed very out-of-character for the cheerful young woman.

            “Hey, break it up!” Hyrra and Brey stepped in-between the feud, Mork the engineer shrank from Brey’s glare, and Freda looked horrified at the redhead’s sudden appearance, “What in Thor’s name is going on?” Hyrra looked to the Shaded twins, who appeared to be the victims.

            Mani shrugged, “Don’t know, ask those yak-heads.” She took her sister by the wrist and dragged her off before Hyrra could question them further.

            Still somewhat dumbfounded, she heard Brey tsk-ing, “Seriously Freda? Bullying? I really thought you were better than that.”

            “I-it was just… th-they…” Freda stammered and stuttered as the two elder students scowled at her.

            “I don’t want to hear about anything like this again. Do you understand me?” Hyrra focused her strongest gaze on the warrior, who meekly nodded and scampered off with her cousins following her without a word, “What in the world was that about?”

            Brey shrugged, “They’ve never gotten along… but I’ve also never seen them go at each other like that! And Freda being the aggressor?” Both friends shared a sigh, “Well, as much as I’d love to hang around, I’ve to get going, smithing and all that…” Hyrra too had class, but the incident hung with her.

            The scouts were in their meadow practicing with their weapons. Thrain had all but demanded Hyrra work on her archery, something she had slacked on over the holiday; meanwhile, Slate was being barked at by Korinta as he practiced with a dagger, “Too stiff! Not stiff enough! Do you understand basic instructions?” Honestly she would have taken that over the exhausting and tedious archery.

            Other than the occasional tap on her arm to remind her to square her shoulders, practice was going swimmingly… for her at least, which meant she was hitting the target on most attempts. She was on her final arrow, her arm wavering wildly with fatigue, when she heard an angry shout and the arrow flew from her surprised fingertips. The arrow ended up embedded into the ground to the far left of the target, but she was more concerned about the scream than her poor archery skills, spinning around she saw everyone looking at the petite boy: Gristle.

            Hyrra and Thrain trotted over to see him red-faced and yelling childish nonsense at his instructor, Knut, the young Nadder rider looked shocked and humiliated, alongside this it was troubling to see Chopper, Gristle’s Hackatoo, acting like his rider, anxiously pacing and growling.

            “Gristle, what’s wrong?” Hyrra approached the small boy slowly, his dragon eyeing her dangerously, but a check over her shoulder and she saw Stormbreaker on a boulder, prepared to pounce if needed.

            The boy frowned, taking a few deep breaths to calm down, “I can’t work with someone from Solna!” Hyrra raised an eyebrow, Knut’s from the shaded tribe? But now that she really looked at him… his hair and skin were light, though not as pale as the Twin’s, and he was pretty quiet.

            “Why not? You’ve been working with him for a week-”

            “Well I just found out… and everyone knows they’re witches!” He spat, and she smiled softly, sorry honey, but actually I’m the witch here, she sensed a burst of sardonic amusement from Stormbreaker.  

            She shook her head, “I’m sure that’s not true… come on, he’s nice. You trust me, right?”

            Gristle frowned, “Sorta…” It was her turn to frown, “I mean… I trust you… for a Berkian.”

            Close ‘nough, “Well I trust Knut, as does everyone else.” She looked around her and gave everyone the nod-or-I-will-have-my-dragon-shock-you look.

            The entire audience nodded energetically, seeing the positive feedback seemed to resolve the situation, “…Fine.” Gristle hung his head.

            After the incident, Hyrra spotted Knut and Mani talking together, and despite her instincts, she stayed out of it. Instead she powered through the last hour of practice and then immediately went off in search of Calder and Brey. It took her a while, they weren’t in the mess hall nor the stables, but finally she, mainly Stormbreaker, found the two, plus Axel and Bjorn, eating down at the beach, “Dinner under the stars?” She teased as she slipped off the Skrill.

            “Had to get away from the squabbling.” Axel grunted as he stoked the fire in front of them.

            Brey tapped the earth next to her and Hyrra took the offered seat, “We took some chicken from the mess hall… want some?”

            Nodding, Bjorn promptly offered her a chicken leg, which she accepted, but then looked back to Axel, “Is the fighting about tribes?”

            Calder looked up, “Has stuff been happening with the scouts too?”

            “Just today Brey and I saw Mani and Sola being bullied by Freda… of all people!” She angrily gnawed on the chicken, “And then Gristle, our new kid, decided to call Knut a witch because he’s from the Shaded tribe.”

            “We’ve been having problems with prejudice and intimidation,” Axel threw his stick into the fire, “I’m not sure where it’s coming from, but people are singling out the Shaded tribe.”

            “Not to mention us!” Calder piped in, “We’ve had our share of attacks too. Just a few days ago those twerps from the Lopsided tribe tried to sabotage Pearl and Goldtyr’s saddles before our mission! I caught them though.”

            “You mean Goldtyr set them on fire,” The nightmare rider huffed as his dragon grumbled.

            “Xenophobia is the first sign of trouble back home.” Everyone looked to Bjorn with wide eyes.

            Brey broke the stunned silence, “… that kind of came out of nowhere, but he’s right. This could be a sign that the tribes themselves are having issues.”

            “Then we need to find out what’s happening.” Hyrra threw what was left of the chicken leg to Stormbreaker, who gulped it down, “We need someone who might be used to uncovering the truth…”

            After three knocks, the door opened to reveal Loder standing in a simple robe, he looked at the group on his doorstep curiously, “Oh, hello! Um… would you like to come in?” The room was large enough, fitted with a hearth, simple chairs, large desk, and bed, Hyrra found herself admiring the wool rug under her feet, “So… is this social or…?”

            “We need your help in finding out why everyone’s acting weird.” Hyrra broke her focus on the room’s décor.

            Loder leaned against the desk, “Weird? How so?”

            “Like at each other’s throats.” The scholar looked at Axel, “the aggressors are mostly from Frippery lands, like Lucra, and the Lopsided town of Rima.” Axel explained, “Basically the main islands.”

            “Much of the bullying is focused on people from Berk and Solna, but definitely more on Solnites.” Calder added.

            Loder frowned and then seemed to remember something. He turned around and dug through a trunk, recovering a weathered journal and began to flip through it, “Here! While I was traveling through Rima this winter it seemed business as usual,” He flipped the page, “but I happened to see that the chief seemed pretty irritated with some of the traders.”

            Axel scoffed, “You mean Chieftain Aft the Amusing had a disagreement? That seems hard to believe… I mean his title is ‘the Amusing’ for a reason.”

            “And why would he be upset with traders of all people?” Brey whispered under her breath, still shy around her newfound crush.

            Loder still managed to hear her, “I’m not completely sure, but I did write down that the merchants didn’t want to part with some of their goods because they were supposed to be coming to the school.”

            “Perhaps the chief is angry that resources usually reserved for his tribe are now coming here.” Bjorn spoke up from the back of the room, where Hyrra noted he was appreciating Loder’s sketches of wildlife.

            “It would make sense,” Calder agreed, “Still doesn’t explain why Berk and Solna students are being targeted. Also… you just write down everything you overhear?”

            Loder blushed, “Um, well this is actually my diary.” Axel snorted, “I try and write down everything I see during the day; after all, you never know what you’ll need to remember!” He continued to flip through the pages, “Some notes on Gronckles, lunch… dinner…ah! Here’s something else, I wrote down a conversation I had with this kid, he seemed upset so I tried to ask him what was wrong.” Suddenly Loder’s face fell, “how did I forget about this…?” He shook his head, “The kid said that his mother had told him he wouldn’t be able to go to the School of Dragon’s because… it might not exist by the time he’d be old enough to go.”

            “What?” Hyrra snapped, “What’d he mean by that?”

            He shook his head, flipping a few more pages, “I don’t know, that’s all I have written here.”

            Calder butted in, “Again: none of this proves why some of the tribes are singling out others. All this proves is that parents’ love to ruin their kid’s dreams.”

            “I never thought I’d agree with an idiot… but Calder’s right.” Axel admitted, Calder scowled at the backhanded insult.

            Brey didn’t look as sure however, “Still these are all worrying signs that something is going on between the tribes, and it may involve the future of the school.”

            “The chieftains are showing up in a week, perhaps we should ask them?” Bjorn pointed out, the others began to nod along.

            Hyrra, for her part, sighed, “I doubt they’re going to want to talk to any of us.” They all glanced her way, “Think about it, if there really is something going on, do you think they’ll want to talk to a berkian?” Calder and Axel frowned, “Or a foreigner?” Brey crossed her arms, “Or… wherever you’re from Bjorn.” He shrugged.

            “She’s right,” Loder admitted, “…but I might be able to help.” Back in the spotlight he shifted, “I’m a researcher and I’ve been a guest of most of their hometowns, so I might be trusted… I could try to talk to the chieftains when they arrive.” He gulped though, “There is one problem… Chieftess Sterka scares me.” Hyrra thought back and remembered the stern Frippery chieftain she had met at the Champion’s Dinner, honestly she scares me too.

            Axel raised an eyebrow, “She should scare you. Sterka the Unconquerable has defeated more dragons and men in battle than the majority of Berk’s chiefs. There’s rumors she’s got the blood of a Valkyrie.”

            Brey knocked him in the ribs, and Hyrra punctuated, “Not helpful.” He just rolled his eyes, “I should be available that day... if you want my help in talking to Sterka. I met her last year at the Dragon Rider Games, I think she might like me… maybe.” I honestly can’t tell.

            Blue eyes lit up, “That’d be wonderful! Perhaps you can serve as a minor distraction as well, that might help to bring her guard down.” He took a deep breath, is he really this nervous to talk to Sterka?

            Calder cleared his throat, “Okay I guess this is settled…? So we’ll get out of your hair.” The group backed out of the researcher’s room, “Man he’s a nervous wreck.”

            “He’s not a warrior or a dragon rider, so of course he’s scared to talk to a powerful chief about something so sensitive!” Brey defended him, Bjorn seemed to be on her side, and Hyrra herself knew how imposing the chiefs could be.

            This will either going to go well or horribly wrong.

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Dragon Trainers: Isle of Hunters

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Aria Winterson


Name: Ariathena Winterson (mostly known as Aria)

Nicknames/Titles: Ari

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Height: 145cm/4'7

Weight: 44kg/97 pounds

Appearance: Straight red hair with dark streaks, bright green eyes, pale skin, a smattering of freckles across her nose and a small case of acne on her forehead. She usually wears dark pink war paint around her right eye. Her outfit has the wings and fins of Hiccup's flight suit designed into it for use at any time, courtesy of the original maker himself.

Home: Berk

Favourite Dragon(s): Deadly Nadder

Hobbies/Interests: Exploring, racing, flying with Brynhild

Dragons: Brynhild (female Deadly Nadder; also her first dragon), Neptune (male Scauldron)

Personality: If there was one word to describe Aria, it would be 'fire'. With a passionate heart and brave soul, she can get a bit carried away sometimes and charge into situations without thinking it through first. However, she only really loses her senses when someone she loves is in danger. This causes her to act rashly and on impulse, which although sometimes does help the situation, it usually just lands her in even more dangerous positions.

Some people describe her as 'wild', partially because of her love for exploring, but also because of her rebelliousness. While she does follow orders in serious combat situations, aside from that, she usually doesn't listen to anyone except herself, especially if they're in the way of her goals.

She's also a very competitive person; her fiery side is really shown during races and tournaments. She's a gracious loser, though, and doesn't hold a grudge against those who beat her.

She is neither extroverted nor introverted, but rather somewhere in between. Although around others she's usually more subdued, with her friends and family she's the life of the party. She like to view the glass as half full rather than half empty — especially when it comes to her usual dangerous experiments.

Strengths: Brave, passionate, optimistic, friendly

Weaknesses: Insecure. Not a good fighter. Also doesn't get along with most ice and Strike Class dragons.

Abilities: Skilled flyer and racer, good at exploring, expert dragon trainer

Weapons: Shield 

History: (TBA)


"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me."

- Joshua Graham



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Brynhild by Witcherforever


Sunsong by Witcherforever









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Aw thanks so much :3 My break

Aw thanks so much :3 My break after the first book was much longer than it should have been and I apologize <3

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That's alright, I wasn't

That's alright, I wasn't around for most of it XD Besides, taking a break from writing can be good for you :)

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Chapter 7: Tutelage

Chapter 7


            The cliff was secluded, cornered on three sides by lofty trees and facing the mostly empty western half of the island. It served their purposes perfectly, but the fun part was getting there.

            Stormbreaker was perched on a thick tree growing out of the cliff as he observed his rider climbing the rock’s face. She was about halfway up, but it was abundantly clear she was losing steam, “I’m so out of shape!” The redhead wailed exasperatedly. Back on Berk, Hyrra had become excellent at free climbing, but had had little time since returning to the island to practice. And it was showing.

            If I was anyone else I would’ve already fallen, she reminded herself while hanging by one hand, resting the other before slinging her arm back up and continuing upwards. Only a few minutes later and she was having to leap to the next few handholds. Every jump had her stomach doing flips and wearing her down faster than she wanted. She paused again, resting for another second. In the silence of the breeze she felt a tickle up her spine, she looked to Storm. He frowned at the stare, what? I’m not going to help you. It felt like someone was watching her, but the Skrill just shrugged his wings when she inquired about it. Obviously he didn’t sense anything, or anybody, nearby.

            A few -precarious- jumps later, and she was at the top. Her arms shook dangerously as she crawled to flat ground. On the other hand, with a creaking sound and an easy flap of his wings, Storm hopped up to the top, landing near her prone form. It took a while for her to gather her faculties, taking slow deep breaths before sitting up. Hyrra unwrapped the cloth bindings on her arms, then slipped the green arm warmers off.

            Her forearms burned as she massaged them, then she became preoccupied by the vibrant scars on her arm. Stormbreaker huffed at her fascination, “Shut up, they’re your fault.” He grunted, not giving her a real answer. Shaking it off, she slipped the emerald warmers back on and quickly rewrapped the bandages, “Okay, what should we practice today…” Looking around the bare cliff she spotted an already dead tree, large and barren, “Got an idea.” She motioned for the Skrill to come with her.

            Standing a few feet from the tree she fidgeted with her gelgja, trading it from her left arm to her right, then tightening it with her teeth before turning to Stormbreaker, giving his a check as well, alright let’s try this again. Using her right hand was more natural, although it was also her scarred arm and she had found herself reluctant to make the scars worse, but after multiple trials she had realized this didn’t cause scars or marks at all. It was incredibly unnatural, then again nothing about this, or anything that has happened in the last year, has been natural.

            Taking a deep breath she nodded over at Storm, he rolled his eyes but tensed his body, lightning slowly building around his scales. It seemed slow today. The gelgja on her arm only fizzled lightly, and she scowled at his lackluster performance, performance anxiety? She teased, Quiet, the silent command was accompanied by a growl as he focused. There hadn’t been a big electrical storm in months, which had begun taking its toll on Storm, still that’s no excuse, there may come a time when we don’t see storms for months and we still need to be able to defend ourselves. As the lightning suddenly spiked she had a feeling Storm had overheard her thoughts, and gotten a bit of a bruised ego.

            The gelgja now snapped with a brilliant blue lightning, though it still felt frail. The gnarled tree made for an easy target; but Hyrra had yet to fully recapture the first time she had experienced the lightning. It seemed easy enough: Stormbreaker makes lightning, the gelgja links them together, the lightning comes to her, and then she aims it. It was the aiming part that was difficult.

            Her arm was raised, she tried to believe she was aiming it like an arrow, but then again my aim with an arrow is pretty terrible too. With a deep breath she pulled her arm back and then punched it forward, about the easiest way to ‘shoot’ the electricity. She grimaced as the lightning rushed to her fingertips, then cracked as it arched. It hit the cliff face far above the tree, she yelped as gravel was spit back at her, but seconds later she was tramping around heatedly, “Son of a half-brained, runny nose yak!”

            Storm gurgled, then went into full on draconic cackling as his hot-headed rider glared at the crag, “Why doesn’t it just go straight?!” She turned from the cliff to her wheezing dragon, “Come on! Why can you shoot it straight and I can’t?!” He got quieter, reeling from her ire as she stomped over to him, “Hmm?” Teal eyes rolled, then she jabbed a finger into his chest plate, “Are you sabotaging me?” He huffed at the finger poking him, and despite the fact that he knew it wouldn’t work, he still conjured a small electrical zap to try and thwart the offensive appendage, “I guess we should leave or whatever… you can’t summon anything more than that sad excuse for a zap right now.” He growled, she saw him furrowing his brow as he tried to force lightning, “Give it up, we need to be going.” He deflated with a huff.

            Taking off they slowly made their way across the afternoon sky towards campus, until they flew over the meadow. Hyrra suddenly saw Korinta and felt her stomach drop, oh crud, “I was supposed to be training that stubborn ox today!” Stormbreaker dove quickly, dropping out of the sky and next to the waiting, and rightly irritated, Timberjack rider.

            “You are very late.” Her teacher seethed, behind her the normally broody Slate was snickering.

            Hyrra hopped off, her face bright red and sweat still clinging to her brow from the cliff climbing, she all but kowtowed in front of the blonde, “I am extremely sorry! I got caught up-”

            “Don’t care, just take Slate and start training.” Korinta hissed, Hyrra hurriedly motioned for Slate to mount up, feeling a distinctive need to get away from the scouting professor’s glare, “His flying position seriously needs work.” She added as the two mounted up, the redhead nodded at her before taking off smoothly.

            Hyrra looked over her shoulder to see Obscura and Slate lagging behind, wow he really does need to fix his seat and that dragon is annoying, “I can’t disagree…” Storm turned and hovered, waiting for the Devilish Dervish to catch up, although it seemed to be more interested in flying in any direction other than the one that Slate was pointing them.

            “No! That way!” The pale skinned teen growled, tapping the long neck of his oblivious dragon, who decided to dive suddenly, then turned around and began to fly towards the mountain.

            A sigh left her lips as she leaned onto her dragon’s head, I’m too tired for this nonsense, “Storm, get her attention.” He opened his maw, blasting a loud roar at the black dragoness. It seemed to work, Obscura turned back and flew to them. When she arrived, her rider was looking particularly angry, but she was focused on the Strike class, apparently awaiting her next instructions, “I can’t work on your seat until you’ve got control over your dragon.”

            “She’s fine now, let’s just go ahead and start,” He replied with a glare.

            Hyrra shook her head, “Storm, tell her to do a 360 turn.” The skrill grumbled and roared at the other dragon, and Slate ‘eeped’ as his dragon suddenly spun like a wooden top, “See? She’s not listening to you, she thinks Storm is her leader right now. Which means she trusts him more than you.

            “It doesn’t help that your dragon is the alpha of this island.” Slate groused, turning his nose up at her.

            She frowned, “Doesn’t matter, she should listen to you right out of the gate. Not because Storm forced her to.” Sitting up, she assessed his slouchy, uneven posture and distinct lack of balance, “Ugh, follow me.” They led the younger duo to the nearest patch of grass, landing a few feet apart. Hyrra motioned for him to get down, he gave a huff but dismounted. She didn’t move from her saddle, “How’d you choose your dragon?”

            “What does that have to do with anything?” He crossed his arms.

            “Did you go through the basics? Did you offer your hand? Or did you just grab the nearest impressive looking dragon?” He didn’t answer, “Thought so. I want you to actually look at Obscura.”

            He peered at his dragon, “Okay… I’m looking?” Hyrra watched as the Devilish Dervish saw Slate watching her and the dragoness growled at him.

            “Stop staring,” Hyrra grunted, “You chose a Devilish Dervish, an extremely unruly dragon with an attitude almost as bad as a Skrill’s… but thankfully not nearly as dangerous or she would have just taken your head off for offending her.”

            He huffed, turning to snap at her, “I stared because you told me to!”

            “If you had any semblance of a relationship she wouldn’t have felt threatened by your gaze.” Now she hopped from the saddle, “What do you know about your dragon?”

            “She’d prefer to chop wood over listening to me.” At the mention of wood, Obscura rushed off into the forest, “Darn it!” He smacked his forehead as the sound of trees falling filled the air, “Good riddance, I’m just going to go get a different dragon!”

            Hyrra dragged the stubborn rider through chopped down bushes and trees to his equally stubborn dragon, who had her tail currently stuck in a stump, “Shut up and watch,” she picked up a large log and approached the wood-crazed dragon, who stopped yanking her tail to regard the redhead with haunting black eyes, “Let’s see if we can get your tail free, hmm?” The stubborn dragoness hissed as Hyrra raised the log, “It’s okay, see?” She wedged the log between the dragon’s tail spines and stump, and gently used the stick as a lever. When the tail spines pulled free from the stump, Hyrra caught the dragon’s attention again, “Now, you can have this log okay? But that’s it, then we go back.” Obscura seemed to weigh her options, before eyeing the log, “Good.” Hyrra hurled the log in the black dragon’s direction, watching as she swung her tail and cut it into a neat four pieces.

            The redhead was surprised to see Obscura watching her intently, deciding to rub it into Slate’s face, she raised a hand to the tall dragon. The monochromatic dragoness seemed eager to caress her face into Hyrra’s waiting hand, murring softly, “Your dragon wants a rider,” She stated, look to where Slate was, he had an interesting mixture of annoyance and surprise on his face, “If you would take the time to actually work with her and not against her, you’d find you have a uniquely agreeable Devilish Dervish.” Now that she was done showing off, she looked to him and nodded for him to approach, he mumbled something before cautiously approaching. She took her free hand and grabbed his.

            When he realized what she was doing he resisted briefly, but finally went with it, his hand replaced Hyrra’s on Obscura’s nose, “Not so bad, huh?” She asked as she backed away.

            “Whatever.” He retracted his hand, crossing his arms again. At least that seemed to pacify Obscura.

            They walked back, Hyrra was intent on correcting his seated posture and then leaving for a nap, “Mount up,” He did so, a bit easier now that his dragon was not determined to throw him off, but he was still slumped in the seat, “Straight back, slouching is a great way to fall off.”

            “I haven’t fallen yet!” He hissed, but adjusted his posture.

            “Uh huh, that’s because you haven’t done anything.” She retorted, “Now, you should hang on with your legs more than your arms, they’re stronger.” He scrunched up his nose, “Put your hands by your side,” he let his hands fall, “Now use your thighs and calves to grip the saddle,” for once he didn’t give her a face and seemed to be actually trying, “it should feel comfortable, not too tense.” His seat seemed better, but it was easy in theory. It was another thing entirely in practice, “Let’s fly back to the school, I don’t want to see you use your hands to hold on.”

            “You’re joking… right?” He quickly found out she was, in fact, not joking. As they flew, Hyrra kept an eye on her apprentice and his dragon. Obscura was not nearly as distracted this time. She flew mostly straight, but occasionally she would do serpentine patterns, it appeared she was just jostling her rider playfully. For his part, Slate was sitting quite well now, though the sudden snaking did make him jump.

            Still it wasn’t perfect, he still swayed a bit too much in the saddle for her liking, “Tighten up your stomach, it’ll keep you still.” Much better. When they landed on the deck of the stables, she turned to him, “Better?”

            He grunted, “I guess.” Stepping down from the saddle, he set about to untacking the dragon, ignoring the irritated redhead. She just ‘hmphed’ and removed the Skrill’s saddle easily.

            Setting it on the rail nearest his stall, she spotted Slate rubbing Obscura’s nose, it appeased her frustration a bit, well at least their communicating now. Hyrra gave Storm a wipe down with a dry cloth, he blatantly refused to allow her to wet the cloth, before leaving. Slate had already disappeared.

            Stepping out into the sunset bathed island, she spotted the floating marketplace taking shape in the caldera’s lake, the chieftains should be arriving soon… and hopefully they’ll be feeling chatty.