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Chapter Seventeen

 

 

Chapter Seventeen

 

What does the dragon Say?

 

 

Moonlight glistened on the cold wet rock in the cave.

A noise, loud as thunder, flung me into an upright position where I saw the silhouette of a small man standing at the mouth of the cave.

My blood boiled as I rose. “Alvin! You murderous lump of treachery. You are responsible for what happened to Hiccup.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Then how about a little swift justice? Stormfly, end him.”

My dragon continued to sleep as if nothing in the world was amiss.

“Stormfly!” I shouted.

Not a single Viking or dragon stirred. Not even Toothless.

“They can’t hear you.”

Either the cave was growing or I was shrinking because it felt like I was standing alone, and everyone else was miles away. I looked back at Alvin.

He had without moving come closer, but instead of being human he looked like a shadow. The moon stood at his side like some wicked henchman.

“Who are you? Why do you want to hurt Hiccup?”

“Who’s to say? Certainly not you. You didn’t pay enough attention when you had the chance. Now watch,” he said, “As I take everything else you hold dear. I think I’ll start with that Nadder.”

I pulled out my axe and ran at him, roaring.

An ugly grin spread across the shadow’s face.

With a shriek it split in half, dissipating into the albino nightfury

 

I sat up, gasping for breath.

Moonlight glistened against the wet rocks in the cave.

 

...Ugh. Creepy weird nightmare.

 

Stealing over I found Hiccup sound asleep. It was good to see him get some real rest, he’d been so sick from the poison. Toothless’ green eyes reflected in the moonlight as he watched me, and Stormfly stretched and rolled over on her back, legs in the air like a dead chicken.

 

Alvin.

I began to simmer. That little weasel. The snake. Why had he done this? What was his plan? Hmph didn’t matter. The minute I set foot in Berk would be the minute he breathed his last, and that’s all I cared about.

Somewhere in the distance a dragon gave a shrill whistle. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and Stormfly turned upright, looking around nervously.

I hoped against hope that it was Ebony as I glanced around to see if someone else was awake…

…where was Snotlout?

Footprints tracked out of the cave.

Mutton head.

Picking up my axe I followed, ordering Stormfly to stay. No point in putting her in danger too.

 

It took much longer than I expected to find Snotlout- the Jorgenson was either the stealthiest Viking in the world or I was just rusty on my tracking skills without my Nadder. I was betting on the latter.

A breeze picked up, rustling leaves and making twigs to snap.

…Have you ever had the feeling someone is watching you? Or …something? I remember once when I was very small I was helping my mom with the laundry, we had hung the clothes out on a line and she asked me to bring them in. Our hut was closest to the forest where wolves and other creatures were known to prowl and as I put the laundry in a basket I felt the eyes of some sinister creature upon me, watching my every move.

Well I was having that same feeling again, big time. Every other footstep seemed to echo and I couldn’t decide if it was the wind or some visitor lurking in the shadows.

To my surprise Snotlout’s tracks led me right to the edge of a clearing where we had stood only two days ago, just beyond the Deathsongs’ lair.

Through the dark I could see him crouched behind a boulder.

“Snotlout!” I hissed, coming up behind him. “What are you doing out here?”

He jumped at the sound of my voice. With one hand he pulled me down to join him and with the other he covered my mouth.

I thought better of punching him in the face.

What? I mouthed, yanking his hand away.

He pointed around the boulder.

The albino nightfury stood only a hundred meters away.

I recoiled and gripped my axe tightly. Why couldn’t it have been Ebony?

“Look,” Snotlout barely whispered, leaning over the rock.

I shook my head and scowled. He was going to give us away. But... curiosity took the reins and I looked up.

Her back was turned to us. The ears and nose were hard at work, but fortune was on our side as the wind blew our scent away from the dragon and the rustling leaves had disguised my previous footfalls.

She had no idea we were there.

 

We watched. Back arched the dragon picked her way up to the Deathsong’s den. She crouched like a cat at the mouth of the cave, wriggled her tail, then with a pounce blocked the entrance with wings fanned, listening for a reaction.

Though none came she didn’t relax. In fact she seemed mad. The dragon growled and searched the foreground. She sniffed the rocky grave of its late owner, and with a snort, turned and kicked dirt at it.

Snotlout clenched his teeth as she drew near. I slipped back behind the rock to try and think of a diversion, and saw in his hands a crude bow made of willow branch and hemp. With it were three arrows.

In his eyes was cold hatred, I could almost read his thoughts. Attack and end it now. For him, for her, or both. Why not?

The bow slowly lifted.

I stayed his hand.

“Don’t do it, Snotlout,” I whispered.

The Nightfury shot her head up, eyes wide.

We both held our breath.

She turned to the north. Even I could hear it over the wind, a strange barking sound.

The deranged reptile ran in the direction.

I sighed in relief.

Snotlout balled his fist. “Let go of my arm. I’m following that dragon.”

“Alright, fine. I won’t stop you. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

He looked down at the flimsy bow. It was really a stupid idea. A dragon can deflect crossbow arrows with the swipe of a wing- how was this little stick supposed to have an effect??

“I will avenge him,” He growled. “If it means a fight to the death, I will avenge Hookfang.”

“That would make him mad.” I crossed my arms. “Furious, really.”

Snotlout looked at me dumbfounded. “What? Why?”

“Oh I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Maybe because he sacrificed himself to protect you… and instead of being grateful to be alive you want to get yourself killed avenging him.”

At last Snotlout lowered the bow. “Fine. I won’t go after her. For now. But don’t think this is over.”

“Come on, Snotlout.” I patted him on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”

“Rawk?”

Turning, we both had mini-heart attacks. Stormfly stood less than an arm’s length away and had been eavesdropping on us the whole time.

 

 

 

When we got back the cave was abuzz, everybody and their dragon was awake.

“…they could have had their eyes sucked out of their sockets and then their brains slurped up afterwards. That would explain such a terrible barking.” Tuff was finishing. He caught sight of us. “Oh no! Their ghosts! Their horrible, eyeless, brainless ghosts have come back to haunt us! What did we ever do to you to deserve this? I mean, well yeah I can understand Snotlout-“

“-Can indeed-“

“But Astrid? We dared not cross you! So why?? WHY??? We plead the fifth.”

“Pipe down!” Fishlegs put a hand over the mouth of each Thorston. “Do you want to draw attention to us?”

“I can guarantee that you don’t,” I warned in low tones, close enough to glare with my allegedly missing eyes.

“Oh false alarm their still alive.” Ruff grumbled disappointedly.

“There is something clinically wrong with you both.” Heather shot back.

“Where were you? Why did you go? Did you see anything weird out there?” The twins interrogated.

“We were at the Deathsong’s cave. The Albino is here.”

“The Albino?” Hiccup repeated, still pale but sitting upright. “Is she following us?”

“Sure is. Guess one dragon’s not enough to appease that appetite.” Snotlout simmered. “She wants the whole buffet.”

“We don’t know that,” I rolled my eyes and made my way over to Hiccup, checking his temperature. “For certain. But she is here… and I’m pretty sure she had something to do with the Deathsong’s demise.”

“Called it!” Tuff dabbed.

“Why?” Heather asked.

“She kicked dirt at his gave.”

“That could have been circumstantial,” Fishlegs suggested. “Dragons kick dirt at stuff for lots of reasons. Marking their territory, digging, burying a favorite bone, showing dislike, disgracing another dragon, insulting or taunting a viking or dragon, beating another dragon in a fight… ”

We stared at him.

“Ok you’re probably right.”

“Hypothesis: GP Jr. is attacked, the Defenders send out Trooper with a literal SOS, Miss Nasty the psychotic albino sees him getting away and tries to shoot him down. His only hope to shake her is Deathsong Island so he goes and she becomes distracted with the bigger threat. Meanwhile Trooper escapes.” Ruff theorized.

“That… actually makes some sense.” Hiccup admitted, a little surprised. He slowly shook his head. “Are the others with her?”

“No it was just her.”

“Guys, I hate to be Thor Thundercloud here, but won’t your scent lead her back to us?” Fighlegs gulped, throwing his arms around Meatlug.

“She didn’t catch our scent, something barked and turned her attention away.”

“Hey we heard the barking too. Did you see what it was?” Tuff asked.

“No, it ‘lead her away’, muttonhead. It has to be somewhere else to ‘lead away’.”

“That is one k.iller Nightfury,” Ruff said with… admiration. “She takes out everything in her path.”

“She is a k.iller nightfury.” I agreed, sighing. “And the others follow her lead.”

Hiccup rubbed his eyes. “They're not all like that.”

“How can you say that?” Snotlout snapped. “You only know ONE night fury. And you weren’t even conscious for half of the battle.”

“We’re not dead. If they are all like her, we should be.”

I remembered purple eyes, and how, though he did fire at Barf and Belch, the blasts weren’t lethal.

“He’s right,” I backed Hiccup up. “Ebony wasn’t so bad.”

“But she was an outcast.”

“Oh so now she’s an outcast.” Heather growled at the twins.

“My gut feeling is this whole thing is about the albino. If we can separate her from the others, maybe we’ll see another side to them.”

“Why would a Nightfury do something like this, Hiccup?” Heather asked. “She was not attacking us, she was attacking our dragons.”

Hiccup sighed. “I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense.” He stroked Toothless. The silky black dragon purred. “Intelligent, loyal, brave, independent. I always assumed that they lived solitary lives. But these dragons, this albino, they’re interdependent. What’s more we have no history of them or her, they came out of nowhere.”

“On pale white wings she flies, like a piece of the moon in the black night sky. From whence she came and fro we know not, only that death is in her blood red eyes.” Tuff broke out in poem.

“Hmmm…” A spark of light returned to Hiccups eyes. “I don’t know where she came from, but I know someone who might.”

Fishlegs did his about-to-learn-something-new-about-dragons dance. “You’re mom! If anyone would know she would.”

Hiccup nodded. “We need to go back to Berk. Our best chance will be with the entire village helping us ward them off.”

“Yeah that’s not the only reason you should get back,” Dagur spoke up. “You’ve got a problem.”

“I know. My head feels like it was stepped on by a Buffalord.”

“I’m talking about Alvin.” The Berserker said in a serious tone.

“What about Alvin?”

“He poisoned you.”

“We drank that tea together, he couldn’t have known what was in it.”

“No. It was meant for you. Alvin is one devious, clever, and resourceful man. When I was young He came one day to Berserker Island claiming he was a poor farmer in search of better land and life. My father welcomed him with open arms and gave him free reign of the island, answering all his questions about the terrain, coves and caves, and the way that no dragon landed on the lower shelves. He let him wander wherever he pleased to seek out the best lay for crops… but after a week dad became suspicious that Alvin was more than he said he was. Confronting him about his unusual choice of crop land- a rocky patch of terrain that with a cave tunneling into the core of the island- Alvin tried to dart him with speed stinger poison but it only made my father mad. That little weasel high-tailed it back to sea where a small fleet of Outcast ships awaited him and that's when dad finally knew who Alvin really was.”

Hiccup’s expression hardened.

“I’m sorry brother, but if Alvin the Treacherous in Berk, she is in grave danger.”

With effort, and a little help from Toothless Hiccup stood. “We ride for Berk.” He said, fists clenched. “This minute.”

“What about Miss Nasty?” Fishlegs grimaced.

“What about her?” Hiccup growled. “Without her pack there’s little she can do against all of us.”

Toothless snarled.

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yyessss, we gettin into new

yyessss, we gettin into new content boiyos

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One more chapter

Yesh. I'm excited but a little jittery too, we're slowly catching up to the chapters I'm currently working on and it becomes a little harder to balance writing, editing and illustrating all at the same time (lol if you can even tell that I edit xD)

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Little miss nasty is nasty indeed

Yaaasssss we gettin cloosseerrrr! About one more chapter and then it'll all be a surprise!
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Actually, I'm not sure I like that idea. Where can I get more insider knowledge, please?

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Har har har xD

No more insider knowledge for you! Far too dangerous xD Let the rest be mystery...

unless y'all figure everything out. Dang you guys have been pretty good at that.

*Yoda Voice* Little sleuths you are! Mmmhmmm hmm hm!

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*rubs hands in anticipation* So gooddd..... :D

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*Lissa collects another dragon egg in celebration*

Thanks! Can't wait to share the new stuff!

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Bring on the excitement!

Oh yeah, this is going to be good... I can't wait! Pieces seem to be slowing moving into place around here... :D

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Mmm hmm!

Slowly but surely! ... though mighty interesting things are happening in Berk right now

Thanks Ginger!

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Chapter Eighteen

 

 

Chapter Eighteen

 

The Enemy

 

 

Up, down. Up, down.

 

Teal wings cut through air as paddles through the sea.

 

“Hiccup,” Dagur approached from behind. “Me, Shattermaster, and Sleuther here… we… well…”

“You need to protect the defenders.” Hiccup finished for him, calmly.

“I’m really sorry. I know you could use us in Berk but I can’t leave Mala out here with the dragons. I- I could check in on her and fly to Berk, and oh gosh, I should probably check on Berserker Island. Ok first Mala, then Berserker Island, then I’ll come to Berk and then back to Mala if all is well in Berk…”

“No Dagur. Your place is at Mala’s side and there is nothing to apologize for,” Hiccup turned back in the saddle. “I would do the same thing in a heartbeat. Go, tell her everything that’s happened.”

“But I’m abandoning you in a time of war.” He said with both confusion and conviction. “A Berserker should never abandon his allies in a time of war.”

“You’re not abandoning me, you’re protecting our allies, and they need more help right now than we do. Strengthen them and you will be strengthening us.”

“All the same as soon as I know the Defenders are safe and settled  I’ll either come to you or send word.”

“That would be great. Also tell us if you see any of the Furies.”

“Oh you don’t have to ask. I have no intention of facing off with them alone.”

“Good. Safe travels, Dagur.”

“Same to you. And Victory!”

As Dagur flew off with a Berserker war cry Hiccup sat with a patient grin on his face. A certain Razorwhip crept up to Toothless and with one look at Hiccups face Heather snorted in good humor.

“You know what I have to say don’t you.”

“If it has something to do with Berserker Island and that Dagur can’t be in two places at one time, then yes.” His grin spread wider.

She shook her head. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to gloat?”

“I spent most of my life with my dad and he was big on gloating.”

Heather chuckled and put a hand on Hiccup’s shoulder. “Thanks, Hiccup. It’s pretty much a guarantee that Berserker Island is wallowing in chaos, but once I get everything sorted out I’ll be back.”

“We’d appreciate it.”

She sighed. “Time to break the news to Fishlegs.”

 

I can’t say I was too happy to see Heather fly off. I understood, I mean, Berserker Island’s only riders were Dagur and she so if anything happened they’d be on a ship without a rudder. Still though. Two capable warriors gone, and four dragons. I glanced over at Snotlout.

“Are we there yet?” The twins whined. “Where are we anyways?”

“Say that one more time and I’m slapping the both of you off this dragon.” Snotlout threatened, sitting in the crook of the zippleback’s neck. “You know full well where we are!”

The Thorstons snickered.

“What’s your plan of action when we get to Berk?” I asked Hiccup. “It could be surrounded by Outcast ships.”

“I’ve been thinking about that.”

Hiccup turned to bring the others in.

“We’re between a rock and a hard place, guys. On one end, Alvin and quite possibly the Outcasts. The other? A pack of aggressive, intelligent and capable dragons. We want the least amount of damage done as is possible, to us, to Berk, to the Night Furies…” He grit his teeth. “And even to the Outcasts. If a life can be spared it should. So lets do a little brainstorming.”

“All out, swords blazing, full on frontal siege!” The twins raised their arms in the air. “Every boat, hut, farm, yak, burn it all to the ground! None left standing.”

“And… not a word of that got into your brain.”

“What brain?”

“That’s Berk we’re talking about, you idiots!” I snapped.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa hold on a second. So you guys actually think Berk is under siege?”

“We have to assume the worst, Fishlegs.” I said. “If Alvin is who Dagur says he is then this could be a very real situation. And even if he’s not, someone who poisons a clan Chief can only have devious intentions. I say we approach by night than day.”

“That’s a good idea.” Hiccup agreed.

“Teacher’s wife,” Tuff grumbled. Stormfly looked up at the pretty blue sky as she slapped his face with her tail.

“We’ll scout Berk, figure out where the Outcasts are and pinpoint any possible anti-dragon contraptions such as dragon root arrow, catapults and net launchers. Then we’ll rendezvous, report, and cover the perimeter. When Hiccup gives the signal we’ll rush in and have the dragons take their ships while we dismount and engage in ground combat. Hopefully the rest of Berk will then get a chance to mount up and help us.”

“…And while you guys keep the outcasts distracted, Toothless and I will go in and look for Alvin. My absence in the attack shouldn’t rouse his suspicions, he’ll just think his poison did the job. And since Toothless owns the night no one will see him coming. We’ll strike when he least expects it, and with their leader held captive, the Outcasts will have no choice but to surrender Berk.”

“Victory will be ours!” Fishlegs rallied.

“You can be a devious sort when you want to, Hiccup.” Tuff leaned forward. “I like this mind of yours when it’s conjuring war and destruction.”

“Captive, huh?” I muttered, casually stroking the blade of my axe. “Okay. Say we do actually take him ‘captive’. We can’t just let him go after what he did. What will we do with him and the Outcasts afterward?”

The motion didn’t escape Hiccup. “Something that he wouldn’t do to us. We’ll figure it out. For now, let’s just focus on taking Berk back.”

 

 

Night had fallen by the time we reached our home. Very few lights were shining and not a dragon could be seen in the sky.

Trouble was indeed brewing.

 

Hiccup gave me command of the attack, then he and Toothless broke off in search of Alvin.

I called for a circle formation.

“Alright. Fishlegs you and Meatlug take an aerial, find the catapults. Check on Gothi’s hut, see if anyone’s up there. Ruff and Tuff, you guys find the outcasts on guard. DO NOT attack.”

“Pfft. Like you have to tell us.”

 “Stormfly, Snotlout and I will circle the island and check out the ships. We’ll meet you all back here in a half hour. Let’s go!”

 

The team split.

 

We glided silently past town square- intact but not a soul in sight. It was eerie.

“Where’s the destruction?” Snotlout whispered loudly in my ear.

“SHHH!” I hissed back, pointing to the Great Hall. It stood illuminated.

Stormfly knew we were tying to keep quiet but she was nervous. No people… No dragons… No destruction? If not all then two of these things was present in Berk always.

We approached the watch-tower. Good thing about surveying your own village is you know where the blind spots are. In and out we wove amongst the abandoned houses.

“Look,” Snotlout pointed as we eased below the village.

The stable gate had been shut and barred with what looked like Gronckle iron. On the scaffolding a shadowy row of guards moved back and forth, spears in hand.

“Hey I have changewing gel,” Snotlout slid back. “Let me off. I’ll take these guys and start working to free the dragons,”

“No,” I warned him. His movement was forcing Stormfly to flap her wings. “We’ll come back for them. Don’t move any more or Stormfly’s wingbeats will alert someone.”

We reached the docks and landed in a well concealed cleft… a favored place for tormenting honest sea-goers who dared to weigh anchor in Berk.

Finally, some real proof of battle. Most of our ships lay in pieces, the sole survivor being our biggest cargo ship. One hulking tub and a strange one I had never seen before stood proudly over their wreckage.

The unusual, hundred-and-twenty-foot-long, Twenty-foot-wide oaken vessel was built for speed. In pristine condition with fresh double masts, ropes, rudders, and who knows what else. Stern and bow were both equipped with a bronze ram, sticking out like a sharp beak with eyes on both starboard and port sides. A wooden statue of some unfamiliar deity stood above it. Unique to this boat from any I had ever seen before was its triple bank of oars. Each bank held thirty oars.

This wasn’t right.

“Do you see a crest?” I whispered, searching.

Snotlout studied the fleet. “No. Maybe… something that looks like a round branch with leaves on it?”

“Where?”

“Duh, the main sail.”

I could barely make out what he was talking about. It was just too dark.

We could have left then. We had a good idea how many invaders there were and we knew how many ships. All that was left for our recon mission was a quick trip around the Isle to be sure no other vessels lurked in the shadows.

But something about that boat didn’t sit right with me. I felt like I had seen it before but I knew that I hadn’t. It was not like an Outcast ship; big ugly bulks covered in barnacles that ploughed through the water like a mudraker through mud. It was sleek, elegant, balanced, fast, but also sturdy and clearly capable of inflicting serious damage. So much design went into it. Too much design.

“Let’s take a closer look.”

“What? No! What happened to ‘gotta be silent this is a recon mission we can’t be seen’ stuff? I say we finish and head back. Everyone will be waiting for us anyway.”

“Hush up, Snotlout.”

Stormfly spread her wings and we ventured in. Not making a sound we slipped between the bodies of the two ships.

Snotlout had been right. The flagship bore a crest of two olive branches circling upward. Within them two swords that were crossed. That ship had a nameplate of gold that read in Latin, Augustus.

I could feel the blood drain from my face.

“We’ve got to warn the others. These aren’t Outcasts. These are-”

A trumpet sounded.

Within seconds another was blown, and another, and another, all along the guard posts. These were immediately followed by the shouting of men and the clanging of weapons.

A figure appeared on the deck of the Augustus. Clad head to toe in polished armor, a galea helmet with a bright red plume atop his head and a cape of the same color trailing behind him. He drew the sword at his side.

 

“Romans.”

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Romans? I was not expecting that XD

also, they didn't use meters then...

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Did I measure in meters?

Huh I'll go change that because everything else is in feet. 

 

And.. SURPRISE! xD

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im always a sl_t for longcon foreshadowing

im gonna do everyone else here a favour and say go reread the introduction :3

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Oh yeah... XD *facepalms*

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I plan way in advance ^^

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and due to that fact we're in a flying donut with no way home...

And we are forever grateful for that. :D :D :D

*readiness intensifies* *chanting* NEW STUFF NEW STUFF NEW STUFF!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

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*panics in the face of the unknown*

Lemme guess, Alvin brought those Romans because he has some Roman blood on his mother's father's side XD *pauses* Hmm, nope, that doesn't fit with the intro...

Ah, yes, so Mr. Hotshot and his human companion (I can't remember his name >.<) DID make it to Berk...evemtually, and certainly not in the way they expected, I'm sure.

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Be of good courage! The battle draws nigh

Definitely NOT how they expected xD

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Yes, more is here!

Ooh, of course! Alvin was a Prefect, was he not? And now that I'm rereading the intro... Great foreshadowing, by the way! ^^

Looking forward to the upcoming chapters, as usual! :D

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Yep, Prefect of Rome, if I recall

Thank you! I love a story that can be read back and everything points to the conclusion, so I try to do the same ^^

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Chapter Nineteen

 

 

 

Chapter Nineteen

 

The Battle for Berk

 

 

 

Romans. The savages of civilization. They made war a game, and death a show that one could buy tickets to view.

 

“RIDERS!” bellowed the man on the Trireme ship. “To port! To port Augustus’ stern!”

Stormfly folded her wings and ducked out of view. We could hear the heavy tread of boots as soldiers ran to and fro across the ship in search of us.

In less than three seconds my Nadder turned a three sixty and sped out of the bay, sailing silently over black waves.

“Get the Prefect!” the cape-clad commander boomed, face red as the plume off his helmet. “Send a squadron to the dragon gate!”

Dragongate, huh? I thought smugly.

 

“A commotion at the docks,” one soldier stood straining to see what all the racket was about. “I think a rider just flew in.”

A squeaking noise arose. But the soldiers were too interested in what was happening in the bay to give it much thought.

“I wouldn’t stand there if I were you,” Another huffed, watching as most of the guards joined the onlooker. “Never know when one of those heathens will fly up and have their reptile run you through like a hawk does a mouse.”

Squeak squeak squeak…

“It’d be more like an owl, this time of night.”

Squeak squeak squeak…

“Or maybe they’ll roast you alive,” The huffy one sneered. “And later serve you up at one of their ceremonies with an apple in your mouth like a pig. Either way I’m not chancing it. I’ll stay right here, safe and-”

 

Snap!

 

The scaffolding broke loose of the stables and all ten soldiers plummeted into the sea. Including huffy.

 

Upside down, Stormfly watched from beneath the scaffolding in self-satisfaction, a massive bolt in one talon. She climbed up.

Snotlout jumped off. “Distract the soldiers, I’ll take care of the gate!” he said, axe in one hand and changewing gel in the other.

 

Stormfly and I flew up and over the stables.

 

The whole village was lit now, and soldiers scurried around like ants. Three or four arrows came at us.

Two bounced off of my dragon’s armor and one tore through my hair.

“RRRRAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!” I leapt from the saddle, smashing one soldiers’ helmet over his head. “Riders attack! For BERK!!!!”

With one swoop of her well-aimed quills Stormfly took out half a group of archers. The other half found themselves toasted like marshmallows. She landed and joined me in hand-to-claw combat. Swords sparked, axes swung. Apparently none of these sad skinny excuses for men had ever met a woman Viking, and they fell before me and my axe in shock and horror. This was my element.

We surged through the Roman Soldiers like a flash flood in a dry creek bed. I don’t’ know when we were joined by the hideous zippleback and twins, or Meatlug and Fishlegs. But there we were, knocking every soldier they hurled our way to the ground, rampaging up to the Great Hall, where all our people awaited us.

A blue light flashed, followed by a furious growl.

I looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of a weaselly shadow darting between rubble.

 

Alvin.

 

“Keep at it! Snotlout and the dragons should be up any second!” I said.

I caught up to Stormfly, currently munching on a mop of hair. Somewhere out there was a bald Roman. We took to the air in pursuit.

 

The shadow snuck here and then there, weaving back and forth in hopes of throwing us off-track.

“It’s our Island Alvin,” I said loud and clear. “You can’t hide.”

Nadder quills cut him off from the trail down to the docks. More rained down on the path back up to the Hall.

He turned as though to flee to the safety of the troops when a mass of dark landed and blocked his way. The green-eyed dragon growled, and the glow of his breath silhouetted a row of white teeth.

“Wait! Don’t!” He gasped as the glow in Toothless’ mouth grew stronger. “I- I have a dragon with me!”

“Stand down,” Hiccup said to Toothless. “That’s not necessary- yet.”

Toothless closed his mouth but remained in his rigid position, twitching his tail.

“Where?”

“What?”

“Where’s the dragon?” Hiccup growled.

“Oh. Yes. Ummm,” He plunged his hand into his pocket. Toothless started for him but Hiccup, with great effort, held him back.

Alvin put the other hand up in surrender “I swear, it’s only a dragon, not a knife. See?”

He slowly brought out a small, rodent sized reptile that I had never seen before. It was shiny and silver in color, had tiny wings and a very long tail, a sharp, pointed nose and big eyes. On the end of its’ tail there was a diamond-shaped metallic shard.

“Put it down.” Hiccup ordered.

“I don’t think so. This little creature is the only guarantee I have you won’t blast me to Valhalla.”

“I won’t have him blast you as long as you order those soldiers to stand down.”

The tiny dragon was crawling all up and down Alvin’s arm. At last, at his beckoning, it rested in his palm, wrapping the inordinately long tail around his wrist.

Alvin stroked the tiny creature, pressing the shard of it’s tail against his wrist. It trilled and shivered.

All around were shouts, roars, blasts of dragon fire, and clashing of axe and sword. I directed my gaze to Alvin’s chest and cued Stormfly to ready a deadly quill. He was not going to walk away from what he’d done, to Berk or to Hiccup, not if I could stop it.

“Call them off.” Hiccup warned. “I won’t say it again.” Toothless waited for a command.

Alvin’s attitude changed. “You’ve never seen one of these, have you?” He asked calmly.

An ear-splitting boom sent a mushroom cloud of fire and smoke up from the stables. It was followed by dozens of dragon cries and from the ash they rose to fight. Snotlout had been successful.

Hicucp’s face softened at the sight of the freed animals. “It’s over Alvin. There’s no more point to fighting. With our dragons in the skies the soldiers have no hope of victory.”

“It is over. And I accept your surrender.”

The cap-clad officer I had seen on the boat came rushing up, sword in hand. He stopped short at the sight of the standoff.

“Excuse me?” Hiccup snorted. “Uh, we have you surrounded. Berk is ours!”

Alvin continued as if he didn’t even hear. “Under certain and perfectly fair terms. You must fly that thing,” He hissed at Toothless. “Out to the cove and remove the synthetic tail so it cannot return. Your lovely wife will land and surrender her beast to Captain Justinian here.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

Something like and arrow zipped past me. Then another, and another. I realized they seemed to be everywhere. Strange, tiny things darting here and there, some faster than I could track, some just fluttering lazily. They were the same creatures as the dragon that Alvin held, only instead of silver all of these were black.

“An extraordinary little animal,” Alvin said in a soft and most sophisticated way. “Truly remarkable. On its own this dragon sits at the bottom of the food chain. But united-“

The black darting dragons seemed to multiply by the second. They were everywhere now. In the trees, the huts, covering the ground and gnawing on everything. The noise of their wings was tremendous.

“They’re at the top.”

Stormfly rawked nervously. In fact all the dragons were riled, screeching and roaring in fear. Some were even abandoning the island.

Toothless lifted off the ground to avoid the creepy crawlers.

“It can’t be,” Hiccup said, something in his voice that I didn’t like at all. “They can’t be. They’re just a legend- a- a myth.”

“Yes, Hiccup Haddock, these,” Alvin put his arms out. “Are the Piranharrow. And they’re as real as the lore that surrounds them. Oh,” he pointed to the silver one now sitting on his shoulder, cleaning itself. “And this is Hot Shot.”

“Are you out of your mind?!? They’ll consume everything on Berk! We’ve got to get everyone to shelter, now!”

“Why would we invade an island just to allow the piranharrow to destroy it? I control the swarm.”

“Yeah right! You’re on your own.” Hiccup turned to round everyone up into the safehouse.

“Right. How about a demonstration then?” A glint came to Alvins’ eye. He looked to the sky, then back to us. “I don’t care for that dragon up there.”

Even before he had spoken the little silver dragon on his shoulder shivered- and at the same time the black ones all around us rose like a single body.

“What are they doing?”

“What Piranharrow do best.”

The dragon was now incased in a thick, swarming circle of black. It began to scream. Toothless and Stormfly’s eyes were wide. They snorted in distress.

All color drained from Hiccups face. “Stop it. Stop them. However you’re doing it just stop.”

“You’re a little late to the draw. I can’t stop them, they’ve already finished.”

Something long, curved and white dropped out of the sky. Another that was straight fell, and then more, like rain, all different shapes and sizes. Stormfly shrieked and tried to bolt. One of the smaller white things landed in my lap. I picked it up.

“Oh!” I cried in horror, throwing it away.

It was a fresh bone.

A skull, picked clean, crashed down and broke to pieces. The evil little black things began to gnaw on these, too.

Hot Shot shattered his teeth irritably.

The same wicked grin I saw in my dream spread across that little man’s face. “Now Hiccup Haddock. I think I’ve been more than gracious with my offer. Had I desired it I could have had your precious dragon eaten from under you- but I’m a reasonable man. Do as I say…”

The little silver dragon shivered again and up went the swarm.

This time they surrounded me.

Stormfly shivered beneath me, tail swinging at the ugly things as they eyed us hungrily, every quill on end. I was shivering too- in pure rage.

Hiccup sat rigid in the saddle.

“…and they won’t harm a hair on your lovely wife.”

I watched Hiccup emotionally split in two. If he didn’t end Alvin now, while he still had the chance, all of Berk and her dragons would be at the mercy of a treacherous madman. But he couldn’t stand by and watch me and Stormfly get eaten alive!

“Enough of this,” The captain growled in the background.

Alvin shrugged. “Well when he’s got a point, he’s got a point. For every five seconds you stall another one of your people -or beasts I don’t care which- will be killed. The Piranharrow must be fed you know.”

“You pathetic excuse for a human being!” I roared. “I’ll rip you limb for limb!”

“Astrid NO!”

With all the strength I possessed I flung my axe.

Alvin cried out, putting his arms up and Hot Shot squeaked but in the milliseconds before contact a blue blast of plasma threw the weapon off its lethal course.

I turned in shock. Toothless just looked confused, afraid and angry.

“We can’t kill him, Astrid.” Hiccup couldn’t look me in the eye. “He’s the only reason the Piranharrow haven’t eaten everything and everyone on Berk. If we kill him no one will make it out of this alive.”

My heart sunk. That sickening sneer returned to Alvin’s face as he righted himself. “Here now, you really are the cream of the crop, Haddock. Is that a surrender then?”

Hiccup bowed his head and closed his eyes.

“I have terms.”

“I’m all ears.”

“You and the soldiers are not to harm my people or their dragons. You are not to harm Astrid, Stormfly,” He stroked Toothless’ head, “Or Toothless. You can take Berk and do whatever you please to our land, treasury, and ships- and you can do whatever you like to me.”

“That’s a tall order,” Alvin mulled it over. The captain grinned from ear to ear, brandishing his sword. “But as I said I’m a gracious man. To the best of my ability I’ll abide by your conditions and I assure you, I hold no malice against your reptile. He will be treated with the utmost respect- just, from a distance far enough away he can’t blow me to smithereens.” He bowed.

“You will abide to the conditions.”

“You’re hardly in a place to bargain, Chief,” Alvin pointed out with mock humility. “Do you agree to surrender or not?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I surrender!” the Chief said with a flash of temper.

Another shiver from the silver dragon and the Piranharrow pulled away from me.

“Have your wife land and dismount,” Alvin demanded.

“If you want me to do something, then talk to me, snake,” I snarled. I landed anyways… only to save Hiccup the humiliation.

The other soldiers were congregating around us.

“Very well. Pallus? Is Pallus with us?- Oh there you are. Pallus was stable hand for some of the finest horses in Rome, he’s very gentle with animals and you will allow him to approach your dragon.”

Pallus stepped forward, a bit and bridle in hand. In spite of this he did seem kinder than all the other faces hovering over, spears in hand, and I can’t deny that under these circumstances Stormfly warmed up to him pretty well. She raised her quills but there was something in his voice that made her hesitate, and when he calmly and fearlessly placed his hand on her nose she relaxed.

“As you can see your nadder is in excellent hands, Astrid. Now back away, slowly.”

I begrudgingly did as I was told. The soldiers made way and I soon found myself surrounded.

“No one make a move against that girl,” Pallus warned as the tension rose.

It only took a moment for him to slip the bridle on. Stormfly jerked her head up and down at the feel of the strange metallic taste in her mouth.

“Take her down to the stable with the others.”

Another message was sent out to the Piranharrow overhead. Some terrors squealed above us, and we looked up to see them being corralled along with every other dragon in the sky towards the stables.

Pallus led my beloved dragon away. She looked back at me with a confused rawk and stopped.

“It’s ok, girl,” I said, trying not to show fear. I didn’t really know if it was ok but I didn’t want her to be scared. “Go with him.”

As I spoke Pallus put a blind over her eyes. She didn’t struggle against him anymore.

“I thought you wanted the centurion to escort us to the cove,” Hiccup said suspiciously.

“I’m not that stupid, boy. Pit a novice rider and inferior dragon against the best of the best? Land the nightfury.”

Up to this point Toothless had been watching Alvin with silent hatred. Almost before his feet were on the ground he tried to lunge at him. Hiccup actually had to throw himself sideways to avoid the confrontation.

It was clear by Alvin’s expression that the feeling was mutual.

“Dismount.”

“What are you going to do with him?”

Stormfly rounded a corner out of sight and the instant she did the soldiers threw me to the ground. They bound my hands and aimed their spears.

“Astrid!”

Piranharrow fluttered up between us.

“Dismount.”

Hiccup dismounted but I don’t think I’ve ever seen his face so hot with anger.

“Very good! Now remove the prosthetic tail, and put this,” He tossed over a muzzle, “on his head.”

With a heavy heart, Hiccup slid the muzzle over Toothless’ head. A deep, throaty growl resonated from the nightfury.

“What are you going to do with him?” He repeated as he detached the tail. “And Astrid?”

Alvin snorted. “What I told you I would do with them. The nightfury is to go to the cove where he can’t cause any trouble, Astrid will be placed among the other prisoners. I’m nothing if not a man of my word.”

In unison all Piranharrow that were on the ground leapt. The sound of their whirring tails was more powerful than any coloney I had ever heard before. They were so thick in the air that no speck of early morning sky could be seen.

Hiccup looked up in despair, Toothless cringed, and Alvin smiled that horrid, wicked smile.

“For your dragon’s sake, Hiccup, don’t make a fuss along the way.”

“Let’s go!” The Captain barked. Spears prodded my husband and his faithful mount away towards the cove. He looked back at me, in his eyes confusion and defeat. He wanted to say something to give me hope but the words wouldn’t come.

“I’ll see you later,”

The words slipped out of my mouth like something I would say if it was just an average day.

“I love you,” he returned.

In the corner of my eye I saw Alvin gag. He signaled a soldier.

“Get her out of here.”

I fought the gruff hands that were trying to drag me away. A cloth covered in some wet, bizarre smelling liquid was put up to my mouth. My head reeled at the scent and I quickly fell out of consciousness.

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*A few author's Notes*

*A few author's Notes*

 

Pallus is a character created by ZestyDragonwing, who I am so grateful to for allowing me to use in this story! He is not exact to his original backstory but closely based upon it.

 

In two more chapters will be the end of PART ONE. In PART TWO the pov will be changed to 3rd person unless otherwise specified.

 

PART ONE is about 2/3ds through the book. I have a lot packed into the third half though! ^^

 

Also, it's only about five more chapters until we catch up to where I am currently writing. So for the second half of the book I'll likely post one a week instead of every three days.

 

This message may later be moved to the intro before PART TWO

 

Ok, I think that's it for now. As always thanks for taking the time to stop in and read! It's my hope that these new chapters will be enjoyed by everyone but especially my faithful readers. You guys are amazing!

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!! There's my sweet Boi!!
(lil thing tho you have it written as Ramus towards the end there)

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Ah, thanks for catching that I'll go fix it

 

Edit; As you might have noticed he was originally a side character called Ramus but when I came across your description of Pallus I knew he would work perfect for this role and one further on.

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Well...things have gotten dark haven't they...I love it XD

Woah....just...woah....well done, Lissa...Very well done. The whole mood just got a whole lot darker...Excellent writing. Incredible is all I can say....*patient waiting intensifies* ...my heart is just like..."savvveeee meeeeee D:"

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I think I overcooked my plot soup...

Thank you so mcuh!

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Burning your plot soup just makes it spicier! x'D

Aww...you're welcome :3 It's not every day where I get to eat such good plot soup xD

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That Alvin! *turns into a flightmare and freezes him*

 

The spike in the end of a dragon's tail is called an isoscele :D

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Oh thanks! That word was evading me-I shall use it moving forward

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ALVIN YOU HORRIBLE WEASEL!!!

HE TOOK HOTSHOT! HE TOOK HOTSHOT FROM THAT GUY IN THE INTRODUCTION!!! Poor Hotshot!...
And uh oh only ONCE A WEEK NOW? NUUUUUUUUU!!! But I need my fanfiction fix!

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Muahahahahahahaha >cough!< err, I mean, so, so sad.

 

Posts will be once a week with the beginning of the second half- so two more chapters will come in my regular timing. I wish I could keep posting every three days but I just can't write that fast :P

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Double post....

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NNOOOO!! I can't stand it! The suspense is killing me!!

And poor Hotshot, being used like that! He needs to be returned to his human friend... Horrible scheming Alvin... I want to sic Miss Nasty on him and see what happens...

I await your next posts with a hammering heart, baited breath, and extreme excitement! (And amazingly annoying alliteration!) But please, relieve my suffering...

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I think we need to make a separate fangirling thread for this, where we can discuss theories and generally ty to keeo each other alive until the nest chapter is posted...after which we will probably all lose our minds again. Any takers?

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Sure, why not? Anything that might relieve the pain of suspense is welcome to me!

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On a scale of one to ten...

Uh-oh I think you woke Baymax again xD

 

Not to worry I'm sure Alvin will get what he deserves... eventually... 8D

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*Pauses screaming* Twenty-seven. *Resumes screaming*

Er, oops. Baymax is welcome, but only if he can help you write really quickly.

 

He better...

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*more screaming* *Squishy is screaming* *everyone's screaming*

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*Baymax walks over*

*Observes the unhealthy amount of time I spend online. Disconnects interenet*

"There. No more procrastination." ~he says as I scream in agony. *Goes back to Ginger and asks how her pain level is now*

 

 

 

Seriously tho I'm flattered you guys want to fangirl about this story ^^

 

 

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NUUUUUUUU!!!! BAYMAX WHY! xD

Pain level is 14,000,605...

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Hahahaha xD

Shhh! Baymax is asleep right now he doesn't know I've plugged the router back in! Although, in his defence I did just finish a chapter so...

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*stops screaming* :3 Calm now....for a little bit..xD

Ahh!! Excellent X'D We need to just...keep him locked in his little charging box thingy xD

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Here, help me with this tape...

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*Screaming reaches new highs*

Pain levels are still way, way, way too high... Mostly because of Baymax's actions.

"NOOOOOO! Baymax, give Lissa's internet back!!"

(Well, it deserves fangirling ^^)

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Chapter Twenty

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty

 

 

A Taste of Defeat

 

 

“bleh blow blue dow doer oh oh dit!”

“Noh lihe yow werr abowa be sligh in hah, wa ii?”

“I saw hii! Was goina do my signature move. First a back hand and a upper right hook and on to a body slam. Totally would have worked if you hadn’t ruined everything.”

“Bet you could have taken on all those tiny dragons too,” Fishlegs grumped “Hey everyone! Snotlout could have single-handedly saved us all if I hadn’t jumped in and saved his-“

“Hey Astrid,”

I opened my eyes to find Tuffnut’s face way too close for comfort.

“I don’t know about everyone else but I for one am happy to see you haven’t exchanged your axe for a harp yet. OW!”

“Sorry,” I said, shaking my hand. “Reflex punch.”

“Astrid!”

Snotlout, Fishlegs, Gobber, Ruff and Tuff surrounded me.

“Are you feeling well? Do you hurt anywhere?” Valka’s voice came from behind. Her face was strained and she looked older. Her eyes searched mine, and as she put a hand on my forehead her mouth moved like she wanted to say something.

“Yeah when they carried you in like that we thought- we thought-” Fishlegs gulped.

“There’s only one way you get a Hofferson off her feet,” Tuff finished. “Either marry her or k.ill her. Since you’re already married…”

“I’m fine, guys.”

I looked around at all the faces. Fishlegs was ashen and he had a swollen lip, the twins both had black eyes (though, in hindsight that might have been their own doing), and Snotlout looked as if he’d been trampled by a rumblehorn. He held a rag up to his bleeding nose.

“Snotlout you look horrible. What happened?”

“Great question Astrid! Ask Fishlegs.” He snarled.

Fishlegs turned to me irritably. “I saved his life. Now I’m kinda regretting it.”

I took a good look around. The Great Hall had been reduced to a prison. Iron bars had been driven into the stone floor to create holding cells. Guards stood at attention, each holding a spear in hand, a sword on their belt, and a nasty attitude. If anyone so much as poked a finger between the bars they were likely to get it chopped off.

Our cell was furthest from the doors so I had to stand to see anything.

All around were fearful faces. Faces of every man, woman and child that lived on Berk. Faces that were all turned to me.

“…Where’s Hiccup?” I asked.

Valka’s eyes became glassy.

“We were hoping you knew.” Gobber said plainly.

“None of you have seen him?”

Fishlegs shook his head.

“How-“ I held back terrible thoughts, “How long has it been?”

“Well, judging by the light outside I’d say nearly eight hours.” Gobber noted. “it’s half-past noon.”

“Then they’re probably not back from the cove yet. Hiccup, he doesn’t get around real fast with that leg. They should be here any minute.”

Gobber nodded. “Aye lass. That’s the spirit.”

The shadows cast slightly east and continued to stretch as the afternoon passed.

Anytime, I told myself again and again. They’ll come marching through that door anytime.

I was wrong.

 

The day ended with no sign of our Chief or dragons. We strained to see out every time the door was opened. We shouted at the guards. We demanded audience with Alvin, or the one called Justinian, all in vain. And as that first day passed so did a second… and third…

In the dragging hours we got to telling our story- about Ebony, and Trooper, the Deathsong, Defenders, and lastly the Nightfuries. It was hard for most to wrap their head around what an albino nightfury would look like.

Then Gobber and Valka told us what had conspired in our absence. A few days after our departure a mysterious terror flew into Valka’s chambers, on his leg a note of awful news; Hiccup had taken deathly ill on the journey and needed Gothi’s healing remedies. Naturally Valka prepared Cloudjumper and set off with the elder to help her son. On arrival they were greeted not by our team but Justinian in a cleverly devised trap.

At home, a new species of dragon was discovered. Small, black, with beady little red eyes and extremely long tails. The Berkians welcomed them but their dragons mysteriously panicked at the sight and took their riders down into the stables, refusing to let anyone outside for any reason. After that, capturing Berk proved as simple as barring the dragon gate with gronckle iron.

 

On day three we at long last we heard action. Soldiers were moving stuff and yelling at each other in Latin.

Groaning loudly on their hinges the doors of the hall opened. Standing in their frame was a silhouette against a backdrop of bright daylight; a small weasely looking man, piranharrow perched on his right shoulder and to his left a soldier.

“…they’ve eaten all the reserves. And there’s nothing left to the island where else can they be sent?”

“The ocean, you fool. I’ll send them out to sea for a bit there must be something for them there.”

“And when they’ve eaten that?”

“We’ll be gone. Now go, see to the ships.”

The soldier nodded and hurried back out.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Where’s Hiccup? What have you done with our dragons?”

“You could use a better script.” Alvin walked right past. “Honestly, every time I come in here.”

“Where is he you little wyrm?” I hissed, clutching the bars.

He spoke, sifting through papers on the table. “Stormfly is fine. So is Cloudjumper, and Meatlug and even Barf and Belch… as fine as is normal I hear they’ve been banging heads again. No harm has befallen any of your lovely dragons.”

“What about that Nadder your Piranharrow reduced to dust?”

Alvin looked up “Oh. Yes right not everyone’s dragon is fine. Whoever had the black nadder, he’s dead now.” He leveled his hands at the people in cages. “I am sorry but someone had to be made an example of for the greater good of all the rest of the dragons. Way to take one for the team your People thank you.”

The slimy fellow seemed to find what he was looking for. He scribbled on a parchment, set it aside and stacked everything else.

Hot Shot yawned and scratched.

“Please,” Valka said quietly, but with such sinister purpose and clarity it got the guards attention. “Tell me where my son is.”

His back was turned to us.

“Valka, Valka you worry so. You’ll see him again, soon.” Alvin spun on his heels, rolling up the parchment. “Then you can all catch up over, perhaps over a spot of tea.”

There are no words to describe how badly I wanted my axe. He walked by once more. At the door, he handed the parchment to another soldier.

“Take this to Justinian and have him plot the course. And you,” He pointed to yet another just outside. “Haul all the books and papers down to my quarters on board.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” I shouted after Alvin.

He snickered while the doors shut behind him. “Not I, we.”

 

 

~Morning~

 

 

It was a sorry sight that greeted us as we were marched down to the docks. Aside from rock and dirt, the Isle of Berk had been laid bare as a desert wasteland. Hills once covered with trees were bald. Not a sapling, fencepost, or blade of grass had been left behind by the great swarm of tiny hungry dragons. It would be years before it could recover.

Nearing the sea I spotted another large vessel moored in our harbor. It hadn’t been there the day of the battle.

 

Setting foot on deck the first thing anyone would have noticed were the cages. Beautiful cages bejeweled and plated in gold, beside them canvases, crossbows and arrows, barrels of green powder and one barrel of purple liquid.

“Where are they taking us?” A young girl whispered to her mother, fearfully eyeing the cages. “Can’t Astrid stop them? Where’s my dragon? Where’s Chief Hiccup?”

I bit my lip, feeling dozens of disheartened eyes resting on me.

A conversation that took place only an hour earlier played back in my head. I had been singled out and brought before Commander Justinian.

“I’ll make this brief. You and your people are to board our ship later today,” he spoke in Norse, very matter-of-factly. “Since they look to you as their leader now, I expect nothing but the finest conduct. The price for any behavior less than stellar albeit from you or any other renegade, will be the forfeited life of one of the citizens- and that includes children. Are we clear?”

 

A soldier stood very near the young girl and her mother, hilt of his sword in his hand.

I placed myself between him and the girl.

“We’ll fight them, Bree.” I whispered gently. “But this is not the place or time.”

We were led down a damp, dark stairwell into the hull of the ship. There amidst the bilge and smell stood five large, miserable holding cells. One of which was already occupied by a single prisoner.

He stood in interest, muttering in what sounded like the southern tongue of Cels.

The soldier slapped his sword against an open door, startling the children.

Everyone glared fiercely but no one lifted a clenched fist.

“We won’t be able to keep this up for long,” Gobber simmered, face red. “And walking into a dungeon doesn’t seem like much of a plan, lassie.”

“Just be patient.” I warned. “At some point they’ll think we’re cooperative. That’s when we strike.”

It was a tight fit (Mostly because Berkians eat so well) and as doors were locked behind us many sighed and growled under their breaths. Still Gobber, Valka, and the team backed me up.

Outside the ship we could hear dragons calling. The first time in days! It was a relief to all our ears to hear Nadders, gronckles, zipplebacks and nightmares. They were a mix of irritated, agitated and confused- but none sounded angry or frightened. Maybe Alvin had told the truth. For once.

I sat down to think up a strategy but with every noise my thoughts would return to Stormfly and the others… and Hiccup.

“Hi,” Our new roommate said.

“You speak Norse?” I asked in surprise.

He grinned sheepishly. “Epp.”

“Epp?”

“Epp,” He pointed to himself then held out his hand.

“Astrid,” I shook it. “How long have you been here?”

Epp looked confused. As he said something in his own tongue again my face fell in disappointment. I recognized Gaelic but I didn’t understand it.

The ship groaned. I heard what sounded like chain clanking against wood. Above us on deck the soldiers shouted as the ship rolled forward.

We had set sail. But to where?

That was one answer not long in coming. Half an hour later the anchor dropped and the only place we could have traveled in that time was the once wooded side of the Isle.

Day gave way to night before anything happened, and I had just dozed into restless sleep when a sound like splitting thunder split the sky above. It was fierce, crash after crash, flashes of light and night fury roars.

…Night fury roars??

 “They’re here,” Ruff and Tuff said, looking up towards the deck.

Unable to see what was going on much less do anything about it we listened in silence. Sometimes a blast would sound and someone would cry out, but little by little the sounds of the dragons died down to nothing. Soldiers overhead shouted victoriously to others who I assume were on land. And in due time we heard them hauling heavy loads aboard.

Throughout it all was the constant, ominous hum of the Piranaharrow swarm.

“They’ve k.illed them,” Valka said, outraged. “They’ve k.illed the last hope of an entire species of dragons.”

“I’m not so sure,” Eret encouraged, listening to heavy doors creak on their hinges. “There’s no need of cages for dead dragons. And that purple stuff in the barrel? Looked an awful lot like Deathgripper Poison.”

“Poison??”

“Aye- well, we called it that. No idea what it comes from but it’ll knock most any dragon out cold- sometimes for days.”

I looked up toward the deck. “Do you think, somehow, they knew about the nightfuries?”

“Two strangers to the archipelago, ending up in Berk at the same time? Seems a big coincidence.”

He had a point.

“Never saw such glamorous prisons in my life,” Fishlegs pouted.

 

It took them until morning to load their cargo. Promptly after we were sailing again.

 

 

I will never forget the next time that anchor splashed into the sea evening of the next day. Keys jangled and heavy boots lumbered down to our level- our guards quickly scattered their game of cards and stood at attention in front of the cells.

Justinian studied us carefully. “That one,” He pointed to me, “That one, and that one.”

I, Valka, and Gobber were seperated out from among the prisoners.

“What are you planning to do to us?” Gobber growled, instinctively getting between the Captain, Valka and I.

 Justinian looked at him stoically. “Nothing.” He turned back to the other guards. “Bring the rest up as well."

 

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AGGHHHHH

No! NO, y-you can't do that! I need more, ASAP!! Where's Hiccup and Toothless? Where are the Hooligans going? Are the other tribes going to come to their rescue? Answers, I need answers!!

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Not where are they going, where are they now?

Just a few more days and the last chapter of part one will be up; you'll find out where Hiccup and Toothless are.

 

...can't say it will come as a relief though xD

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Aaand this is when I start singing Faded...

 

 

 

O.O

 

 

 

but....but....

 

 

 

NUUUUU!!!!