Note: This fan fic has some pretty massive spoilers about what happens in HTTYD 2, so read at your own risk!
This story came to me at the end of HTTYD 2. During the part where Toothless became Alpha and all the other dragons bowed to him, I started thinking; How do you think Toothless would handle taking care of not one, but two populations of dragons, once Valka's dragons moved in? He was probably leading the Berk flock before he became Alpha, but once the Nest dragons settled in Berk, things would begin to get pretty crowded.
A Pretty Typical Day
"C'mon, C'mon, get up!" I roared. "You do relise that the sun has been up for an hour, right?" Hiccup moaned and rolled over. I huffed. Five years of me waking him up, and he never seemed to get up on my first try. I nozed him again. "For Thor's sake, it's morning!" I said. "You promised Farmer Steinson you'd help him with the fence around his paddock!" Hiccup waved a hand at me. Looks like it was time to take drastic measures. SSSSSsssssllllllurrp!
"EEEUUUUUUUUUUKKKKK!!!!" Hiccup gurgled, leaping off his bed. He glared at me. "You know that doesn't wash out!" I snickered."Yeah yeah, dry yourself off and let's go!" As usual, he didn't understand exactally what I was saying, but he got the message.
"Ah, I see Toothless got you again." Valka said as we came downstairs. I snickered. Cloudjumper rolled his eyes. "You know, it isn't very proffesional for an Alpha to continually lick humans." I glared at him. The dragon was an okay guy, if a bit snooty. "Well, your old Alpha was a thousand times larger than me, so I can see how that wouldn't work quite as well for him." I jerked my head towards Hiccup. "Also, how else am I going to get him to wake up? The guy sleeps like a hybernating Gronkle!" He chuckled. "Oh, and by the way," Cloudjumper continued. "I ran into Old Mossy, and she said that Grassgage has been snooping around the village storeroom again. Sounds like trouble." I slurped down the fish Hiccup tossed to me. "I'll check it out while Hiccup's helping Gobber in the forge." I said. "I remember the last time a dragon broke into the storeroom. Wasn't pretty." Cloudjumper gave me a smirk. "Wasn't that you and your friends doing the brakeing?" I changed the subject quickly.
I slunk towards the storeroom. The fence had gone well, if you excluded the fact that Steinson's Zippleback started sneezing at the exact wrong moment. Poor guy was allergic to saw dust. I heard something behind me. "Oh, it's just me, Alpha," Said a crackled voice. Old Mossy was one of the dragons who wasn't partnered, but still hung around Berk because there was food and shelter. She was a Gronkle, dark brown and gray, with splotches of green that made her look, well, mossy. I dipped my head respectfully to her. "I honestly don't know what that young Nadder is plotting," Old Mossy continued. "Look, there he is now!" We crouched behind a stack of crates. Grassgage, a shortwing Nadder, stepped out into the light. He was very lean, even for a Nadder, and had sandy scales. His spines were dark green. He sniffed the air, then proceaded to circle the building, looking for a way in. "Hmph, I know a troublemaker when I see one," Mossy sniffed. "Don't know why he just doesn't bust in with a fireball, though." "He doesn't want to be found out," I reasoned. "Grassgage is sneaky. Smart, but sneaky. " I stood up. "I'll go talk to him." I snuck up to him, hiding in the midday shadows. I waited untill I was a few feet away from him before I yelled, "GRASSGAGE!" He jumped and landed flat on his face. He still wasn't a strong flyer. I stepped out of the shadows. "Well, fancy meeting you here," I said pleasentaly. Grassgage leapt to his feet. "Uh, um, A-A-Alpha! Er, I was just...well, that is to say..." I could tell he was trying to talk himself out of trouble. Not really easy when your Alpha has eyes that bore into your very soul. I saved him from digging a deeper hole. "Grassgage, I believe you heard that the storeroom holds fish and dried meat, yes?" I asked him. He looked away. "I'll take that as a yes," I said. "And I believe some of the village dragons bet you that you could take a mouthful of said fish and dried meat, and not get caught?" He launched into a rapid apology. "I'm so sorry Alpha Toothless! I didn't really want to do it, but Butch kept snickering at me and calling me a Half-Bond, and-" I raised a paw. "I caught you before you did any damage, and that's all that matters." I said. Grassgage looked defeated. "Yes, Alpha." "Look, being your human's second dragon isn't bad is it?" He perked up a bit. "Oh no, not at all!" He said. "She's alway's calling me her little baby, and her first dragon looks out for me, and her first dragon's brother and sister are always teaching me cool things, and... well, it's like having a really big familly! Well, even if most of it's made up of Monstrous Nightmares." I smiled. "Good. And here's some advice. Next time you meet that gang of troublemakers, don't start bragging about your steath skills. It only gets you into trouble." Grassgage dipped his head and sped away. "Thanks, Alpha!" He called back. "Personally, I think you were too easy on him," Old Mossy grumbled. "He's learned his lesson, and that's all that matters." I said. "Thank you for alerting me to this." Old Mossy shrugged, then slumped back to the stables.
"Well bud, should we go another run?" Hiccup said through his mask. I snorted and shook my head. The fencing, Grassgage, and then that skirmish in the Plaza, along with countless arguments among the Nest dragons and the Berk dragons. I was beat! But Hiccup talked me into it. I felt the usual push and pull of my prostetic tail fin. I felt him roll of the saddle and heard him scream as he fell down. I dived and followed him. We both loved this. Even though we both had things to do, flying- or falling- took all the problems away.
We collasped when we got home. "Tough day?" Valka asked. "Oye, Gobber's forge was busy," Hiccup explained. "Toothless and I had to help the stone workers with dad's statue, and then we did some flying for an hour, then the Terrors were causing trouble again!" He took a big gulp out of his mug. I swallowed down a halibut. "Grassgage?" Cloudjumper asked. "Taken care of," I said. "He's a good dragon, he just doesn't alway's make the best choices." I looked out the window. The town was full of twinkling lights, most of which were surounding Stoick the Vast's statue. I didn't look at that for too long. The peir was empy, except for the Terrible Terrors, arguing over the leftover fish heads. I sat down on the rug and enjoyed the evenon.
All in all, a regualar day.
I AM A PROUD MEMBER OF S.O.D.A.H.T.! WE WILL PREVAIL AGAINST THE HACKER HOARDES! WE STAND TOGETHER, AND THEY FALL ALONE!
"There are many forms of crazy, it lives in all of us; but it's how and where our craziness comes from that determines whether we shift from crazy to insane..." ~ Dragonlover48
Hey, I'm Emma the Artistic! Don't mind the paint stains and soot-covered face, they're normal...
(Special moments from me and my dragons)
"If being crazy means having a good idea in a room full of bad ones, then sure, call me crazy: I actually kind of like it!"~ Emma the Artistic
"I could light the world with my fire, but I'd rather watch you try and do it yourself. Less work for me, more learning opprotunities for you." ~ Peony
"Before you can learn courage, you have to learn about fear. Any other order, and courage just wouldn't make sense." ~ Spindleheart
"It takes strength to fly, dear cousin, but it takes grace to float!" ~ Crysanthemum
Titals: Emma the Artistic, Emma the Insane
Age: 15 (almost 16)
Long golden brown hair, tied back into a tight ponytail, with large hazel eyes and long eyelashes. Her skin is tanned, and almost always stained with soot, paint, or gunpowder. Out in public, she wears a pink t-shirt with an armored fur skirt and brown fuzzy boots, and has a surplus of satchels and belt pouches, along with a battered black helmet with curled horns. When working, she wears a leather apron with her hair tied into a bun and a white tunic with leather breeches under it. Has a black tattoo shaped like a celtic knot on her left collar bone.
One part genius, two parts mad scientist, and all artistic curiousity, Emma is nothing if not interesting. When she was little, she had a fascination with how dragons breathed fire, even when they were attacking the village. When her parents were killed in the Red Death attack, it only served to stoke the fires of her inventive mind, leading her to invent near impossible machines so to better defend her home and everyone she holds dear. Unfortunately, Emma is also a bit of a pyromaniac, and has a dangerous attraction to explosives. This causes her Fellow Berkians to give her a wide berth, and ultimately leads her to isolate herself entirely from the village. She wants to be accepted for who she is, and not ridiculed for creative impulsives she cannot always control.
Abilities: Swordsman, scientific genius and stratagist, dragon trainer, always keeps explosives on hand.
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Bouncies by Hattori!
My dragons, Peony and Spindleheart!
Breed: Monstrous Nightmare (Southern)
Appearance: Chocolate brown, with Hot-Pink details and a pale pink underbelly. Has a small scar at the end of her tail from Dagur the Deranged's axe.
Was born on the Island of Crete, but escaped when Drago Bludvist took her flock. Eventually made her way to Berk, where she was captured and put in the Academy. Emma was the only one who could get through to her, after one of Hiccup's attempts at training her went wrong. Ever since, the two have been like sisters. She is hot tempered, stubborn, and ferocious, giving her a rotten reputation amoung the villagers, but she also hides a nuturing and over-protective maternal instinct when it comes to her rider and her adoptive "Nephew", Spindle. She and Nina Haddock's Deadly Nadder, Darrien, have a competitive friendship, but she distrusts any other dragon or rider, especialy Stormfly and Astrid. She also has a grudge against Hiccup, but she'll follow his orders when they make sense.
Abilities: Copy-Cat fighting, glowing pink patterns, the usual bursting into flames
Status: Warrior of her small flock
Hiccup attempting to train Peony in the Arena. Peony: "Not happening, Twig Arms..."
(Edit by Sephira)
Name: Spindleheart, though often just Spindle
Breed: Whispering Death
Stormy gray scales, with turquoise spines and a sunset orange underbelly. Wears a set of headgear that resembles goggles.
Was found underneath Berk as an egg, along with two other eggs. Hiccup, knowing Emma had little to no fear of Whispering Deaths, entrusted one of the eggs to her, after much reassurance that she'd take good care of it. Spindle's personality is shy, sweet, and adorably awkward, with little to no social skills. He often has trouble speaking to the other Whispers he was found with, and is deathly afraid of Hiccup's new Whisper, Shredder. Not knowing any other family, he maintains a stubborn belief that Emma is his mother and Peony his aunt (though he can't really say her name right, so he always calls her "Auntie PeeNee"), even as he discovers his past and lineage. Being slightly more sensitive to sunlight than most, Emma made him a pair of tinted goggles so he can fly during the day. He's an overachiever, and always gets depressed at his poor racing skills, but excells at target and shooting games, thank's to Peony's patient training.
Abilities: Spine-Shot, Tail-Whip, Drilling, very good swimmer
Status: Scout of his small flock
Name: (coming soon)
Asian dragon by Glacecia!
Hong Taiyang (紅太陽), or "Red Sun"
This dragon is very proud, strict, ordered, and often acts like a bit of a snob... okay, maybe a lot of a snob. But he's also very willing to learn, and knows how to read and understand several languages. He enjoys watching things be created, and loves the structure of the scientific process. He will sometimes give you a message written in a foreign language and watch intently while ou try to puzzle out the translation.
Oriental Serpentfang by NightmareRebuff!
Cold and emotionless, Deathknight is a sadistic maniac who makes Dagur look like Sigmund Freud. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything except inflicting suffering and sustaining his own existence. He’s become a bit of a boogeyman: a nightmarish creature that stalks the deep forests in winter, toying with it’s prey, then ripping it to shreds or dragging it back to it’s lair to kill slowly and painfully. It’s hard to believe such a vicious dragon could have a shred of honor, but he does. If someone manages to defeat him in battle, Deathknight actually won’t attack that person/dragon again if they venture into his territory, but don’t expect him not to destroy you if you try and take him on a second time…
Speed Stalker by NightmareRebuff & goldenfury360
All things not School of Dragons:
I'm a serious Bookworm
Series I love: Percy Jackson & the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, The Kane Chronicles, Warriors, the How to Train Your Dragon books, Wings of Fire, The Lunar Chronicles, the Temeraire books, the Inheritance Cycle, Harry Potter, The Beka Cooper Trilogy, Bliss, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Slayer, The Last American Vampire, The Dresden Files... bascily, any fantasy novel I can get my hands on XD.
Agents of Sheild
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Legend of Korra
Once Upon a Time
House of Anubis
Musicians I idolize (I sing a lot):
Matt and Kim
Flourence + The Machines
My biggest fandom of all time (to date) is:
(but I can't play it... DX)
To Be Continued...
This is EPIC! its super cool that you did a dragon's POV.
Very original! :)
ripley. they/them pronouns.
Trouble Comes. FAST.
"Okay, Archen, just a little more to the left!" Hiccup called up. We were helping the stone masons again. Stoick's nose had been chipped slitely by a falling stone, and they had to fix it, or else he'd look like he'd had only half of one nostril! Someone nudged my foot. "Um, Afa Toopless?" A little voice squeaked. I looked down on one of the smallest baby Nadders I'd ever seen. She was orange, mottled red, with tiny blue spines that were twitching from nervousness. She was holding a bluebell in her mouth. "Why hello," I said, my ears perking. I loved talking to the hatchlings. They were so curious about everything. She dropped her flower in front of me. "My momma say dat it a twaditon to gi da Afa a pwesent da firs time I go out o da nest." She said proudly. "I coudna cat a fish, cause ima too wittle, bu I pick you a fwawer!" I smiled. "Well, thank you very much!" I said. "What's your name, young one?" She puffed out her chest. "Mountain Wush!" She said. "Ima bigger on da inside!" "Vine, won't you give the Alpha your present?" That voice belonged to Mountain Rush's mother, a young dragon with the same coloring as her daughter. A young male Nadder shuffled slowly forward. He was such a dark blue that he was almost black. He bobbed to me and deposited a small perch in front of me. "Thank you , Vine!" I said. He whispered, "You wetome," then sped back to his mother. Such a shy dragon. Mountain Rush on the other hand, grinned broadly at me and yelled, "BYE BYE!" as her mother flew off with her on her back. I waved. "Daw, how sweet," I jumped as Stormfly appeared beside me. "You just wuv da wittle babies, don't you..." She snickered. "Toopless?" "Har har," I said, not unkindly. "Just while you're here, have you seen Hookfang anywhere? He was on reconicense with Snotlout." "GGGGRRWWWWAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!" "Looks like we're about find out why he's so late. Again." Stormfly grumbled.
Hookfang was indeed very late, but apparentally, he had a reason. And it was a good one.
When they landed, Hookfang and Snotlout looked like they had seen a ghost. Hookfang was flaming from fear, and rushed over as soon as Snotlout got off. "Toothless!" He gasped. "Bad! Big trouble! Nearly got me, flamed up to... must..." We steadied him as he fell over. "Easy, Hookfang!" I gasped. I pointed to a Nightmare in the gathering crowd. "You, get some water-" "I have a better idea!" Stormfly said quickly. She flew up and pulled the string on the fire shoot. Water streamed down onto Hookfang's face. When he'd snapped out of it, he roared two words that I had hoped to never hear again...
((Sorry for the shortened post. It was getting really late, and my mom was telling me to go to bed.))
We stood frozen for a moment, then all Helheim broke loose. "Everyone, QUIET!" I roared. There was absolute silence at once. "Okay, we need to remain calm." I said, making up a plan. "Stormfly, Meatlug and Barf & Belch are at the Acadamy. Go get them." I glanced at the crowd. "Old Mossy, I need you to find Cloudjumper and Scullcrusher. They should be at Unlandable Cove." Mossy dipped her head and buzzed off. "Hookfang, can you stand?" He got up shakily and nodded. "Good, we need to know exactally where you saw them."
Five minutes later, Hiccup and I were leading a procession to Boar Head Rocks. Cloudjumper and Scullcrusher had been ordered to watch over the flock and the village, much to their frustration. "Are you sure it was Boar Head?" Hiccup asked Snotlout. "We've never recorded Speed Stingers on Boar Head! It's not even an island, more like a group of sea stacks!" Snotlout crossed his arms. "Of course I'm sure!" He huffed. "It's a little hard to mistake a different kind of dragon for a Speed Stinger!" I rolled my eyes as the two, once again, got into a fight. "Hey, Toothless, we're-" "-reaching Boar Head!" Barf & Belch called to me. The heads stared at one another, then glared.
We landed on one of the larger rocks, the only part of Boar Head that looked anything like an island. There was a forest, a small spring, and a large cave that loomed ominously. I could see fish jumping by the surf. It was a prime habitat for any other type of dragon, but a Speed Stinger? They needed room to run, and lots of it! And they also needed large game like boars, elk, or, if desperate, humans. This little clump of land didn't have any of that. "Okay, here's the island, there's the cave, but where are the Speed Stingers?" Astrid asked. "Well, they could be sleeping..." "Were they sleeping when you got attacked?" "Er, I don't think so. they looked pretty alert to me." Stormfly sniffed around while the humans talked. "There was definatly something here," She reported. "A lot of something. And the scent leads over to that cave." Meatlug sat down heavily. "But how would a Speed Stinger even get to Boar Head? They can't fly! And aren't they nocternal?" "Wewereuntilyoushowedup!"
We backed away as the Lead Stinger stepped out of the cave. He looked... worn. He even had bags under his eyes, which was something I thought could only happen to a human. I also noted that a few of his red Leader stripes were dripping blood. It didn't stop him from looking feircly at us, though. "Doyourelisehowmanydragonshavebeenthroughheretoday? It'sbeenamadhouse! Andifitweren'tforthat Confused Dragon, wewouldn'tevenbehere!" I only caught one word out of that sentace. "Confused Dragon?" I asked. "What Confused Dragon?" More Speed Stingers came out. "TheConfusedDragon!" The Lead Stinger said. "Thaticebreatherandthe Dragon Blood Fist humanofhisisgoingtopayforthis!" For some reason, Either the fact he had two brains or a shift in the space time continum, Barf & Belch caught onto this before I did. "Hold it, are you talking about Drago-" "-Bludvist and his Bewilderbeast?" They asked. They resumed glaring at each other. The Stinger nodded, then was drowned out by the sqauks and sqeals of a whole run of angry Speed Stingers.
((Note: Being some of the fastest dragons, Speed Stingers also have to think fast, because if their reaction time was the same as any other dragon, they would most likely smash into things at nearly the speed of sound. This leads for them to talk and process other dragons talking much quicker than anyone else. Often, the only one who can understand a Speed Stinger is another Speed Stinger.))
The humans looked at us and paled. Hiccup drew his sword. "Stay back!" I ordered the Stingers. They stood to attention. "Incaseyouhaven'tnoticed, Night Fury, Slashgivestheordersinthisgroup!" A young Stinger sniffed. The Lead Stinger, apparentaly Slash, glared at me. "Do you relise who your talking to?!" Stormfly sputtered. "You are talking to an Alpha, you overgrown scorpian!" Slash glared at her, then studied me. "Alpha? Ha, notlikely. Heisn'tevenanAlphaSpecies!" I growled, then did something that even I couldn't understand. "Stingers, be quiet!" I ordered. The Speed Stinger's red eyes slitted even more, and they stopped talking. "T-T-Toothless?" Stormfly asked quietly. "Your plates are-" "Stormfly, please, I'm trying to concentrate!" I turned around and jumped. Her eyes were blank and sightless, like she wasn't even in her body anymore. I shook my head around until the floaty feeling in it went away. She blinked and stared at me, horrified. "Toothless, how did you-? No- never mind I don't even want to know!" She shook her head. "Um, excuse me..." She went over to the pond and stuck her head under the water. I'd seen her do this a thousand times after Drago Bludvist's raid on Berk. She told me that it helped her with the "crowded" feeling she had after being under control of the Bewilderbeast. "You are an Alpha." Said a voice behind me. One of the Speed Stingers, a female, stepped forward. She was withered with age, and had faded Leader markings. "I've only ever seen that done once before by a dragon other than a Bewilderbeast," She said with awe. "Please excuse our manners, Alpha. Our sleeping patterns were disturbed when the human came to our island and took us away. Now, we are awake during the day and sleep during the night. We aren't at our best at the moment." She bowed deeply. The rest of her group followed suit, a tiny bit slower than she did. Slash glared even more forcfully at me, and bowed as if it was painful to do so. "Do you need a ride back home?" I asked. "There aren't that many of you, and we could probably carry about, oh, say, two or three each, so if you just tell us where your island is-" "Our island is no more." The elder said sadly. "It was rather small, and it would be covered by solid ice by now. The other packs sensed the danger earliy and managed to ride with the other fleaing dragons. We got caught before we could make a move." I thought for a moment. "Why don't you come back to Berk with us?" I asked. "There's food and shelter, and lots of room to run. And the other dragons would gladly welcome more refugees." She bowed again. "Thank you, Alpha. We are grateful for your hospitality." The younger dragons erupted into a flurry of excited chirrupingf and started zipping around the smal island in happiness.
I did manage to get the idea across to Hiccup and the other riders, even though Fleetfoot, the elder, had to hop on my shoulders to demonstrate. After a few minutes organizing, we were flying home. Stormfly, Hookfang, and Barf & Belch carried four Stingers each. Meatlug and I could only cary two. I took Slash and Fleetfoot with me.
I wish I could've drawn a picture of Cloudjumper's face when we got to Berk. His owl eyes were even wider than before. Everything was going smoothly, until one of the Stingers woke up, relized we were on solid ground and started running everywhere the other's followed. What had I gotten myself into?
This is one of the best fan fictions I've ever read. I like how you used Toothless' POV, I've had the idea for one like that but I want to finish my current one first. I really hope you keep writing, this is great!
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The Sky Stone
"Toothless, are you insane?!" Cloudjumper hissed to me. "Yes, I know that you mean well, and it was a shame Drago Bludvist just stranded them there, but Speed Stingers? ON BERK? Did you even think this through?" I pretended to ignore him while I placed Mountain Rush's flower in a cracked mug. It was still where I left it when I got back from Boar Head Rocks. "He's got a point, Toothless," Stormfly pointed out. "I don't trust that Lead Stinger." I checked out the window to make sure Hiccup was getting along fine with the Stingers. "Stormfly, Cloudjumper, I know that this seems a bit dangerous," I said. "But the Stingers are in the same situation as the Nest dragons. I couldn't just leave them there, they could've died! Especially if there were other dragons visiting that place. Anyway, Fleetfoot will make sure they all stay in line." Stormfly raised her eyebrow. "Even Slash? He is pretty much their Alpha." "Fleetfoot was the Lead Stinger before him," I pointed out. "She still has her "Alpha" markings, even though they're a bit faded. And Slash takes orders from her." She nodded. "Hmph, I'm still keeping my eye on them," Cloudjumper huffed. "You said that Berk has had trouble with Speed Stingers before, yes? If they are on our side, then we need to make sure that they aren't threatened by resentful humans." I nodded. "You're right, we should make sure they're safe." I agreed. "I was thinking more on the lines of our safety, Toothless." Cloudjumper said. "If just one of those Stingers goes into a panic... well, you know what could happen." I sighed. "Do as you wish, Cloudjumper, but don't disturb them." He bowed and walked out the door. "Um, Stormfly," I said as she turned to leave. "I'm sorry about before, when I-" "Toothless, it's fine." She said. "I don't even feel weird anymore, honest! It's just..." "What is it?" I asked. "It's scary." She admitted. "Being under control like that. It's like all your free will is being sucked away, but your mind is still screaming for it to stop." I looked away. "Yeah, I know." I remember being under control. I don't think I would ever forget the horrible things I did in that time. The worst thing wasn't seeing Stoick's lifeless body. The worst thing wasn't the contorted look on Hiccup's face.
The worst thing, was that the shot had been meant for Hiccup.
I sat out on the grass to watch the "Training." Really, it was more like a game of keep-away. Hiccup was trying to get the final Speed Stinger to touch his hand, but that was like trying to get a Scauldron to sunbathe. Not gonna happen. The young dragon only stopped moving when Fleetfoot screached at him and arced her tail. After that, he was a little puppy dog. "Well, that went better than I thought it would." Hiccup said, sitting beside me. I rumbled a laugh. I dozed off and watched the young Speed Stingers tussle with each other. I didn't sense any malice from the watching humans. They were more amused at their antics than frightened. I also watched as Gothi bandaged Slash's wounds. He he hissed at her once, but seemed to get the idea that she was helping him. I smiled. So far, so good. "Hiccup!" A viking yelled. It was farmer Steinson, his face puffed red. "What's going on?" Hiccup asked. "Ye willna beleive it!" Steinson gasped. "It just fell from the sky! Right in ma corn field! There's something glowin' in it!"
"Well, I told yez it was big, didn't I?" Stienson said. We had gone to his farm to see the "Mystierious Sky Stone" that had landed in his field. We were in no way prepared for how gigantic it was. It was the size of the giant hay barn a few hundred feet to the left of it. I pressed my paws against it. "You should've seen the state of the sheep when that thing landed." Snickered Steinson's Zippleback, Gilded Bronze. "If they had wigs, they would have flipped them." I jumped back as it flashed. "The clear bits don't look too thick," Hiccup said. "If your Zippleback could breathe a ring of gas around the rock, then we could see what's inside." "But what if it breaks into a thousand peices?" Steinson asked, alarmed. "Then it'll be easier to haul away." Hiccup said.
The inside of the boulder was incredible. The clear crystals glowed with a soft white light. There were rock formations that looked like stairs and we climbed them to the second level. On the toplevel, we could see the whole village from the gaps in the rock. I sat down on on of the clear crystals. It was smooth and hard, and started to florece more rapidly as I touched it. I jumped off, and I could see my foot prints, framed by light. "Amazing," Hiccup said, placing a hand to the crystal. It left a perfect hand print. "It's like you're leaving a print in wet sand." He turned to Steinson. "I don't know what we have here, but I think we need a little more help."
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(Gronckle edits by Skypeoplephoenix.)
Here's a little side project I was almost finished. I just need to get the racing banners I recently lost due to a glitch back so I can complete it.
I recently created a blog for Nina, so if you're interested, here's the link: http://ninahaddocklife.blogspot.ca
Here are my adopted dragons.
Noche, from Smidvarg's Night Terrors. Thanks snowflake!
Note to self; next time a UGO (Unidentified Glowing Object) lands in a cornfield, don't let the entire flock know about it.
By the time the sun started to set, all of Berk had gathered to see the boulder. They were either amazed, terrified, or thought it was just another one of the Twin's pranks. Barf & Belch assured me that the latter was incorrect. "I mean, our humans have planned some pretty impressive chaos-" "-but this is off the charts! And there's no way any dragon could have-" "-lifted it high enough to create a crater that size. It's longer than a Typhoomerang's-" "-wingspan!" Barf & Belch could make a simple explanation feel like a tennis match.
"Meatlug, can you identify what kind of rock this is?" I asked her. She sniffed in a big circle around it, licked the stone, and chewed on it for a moment. "It's nothing like I''ve ever seen, Toothless," She said. "It's glossy and hard, like obsidion, but it's not as black. And my teeth aren't even bruising the surface!" She nudged the clear fragments of rock that had been blown off. "This is just regular glass," She explained. "The ground here is mostly sand, which is probably why Steinson can't seem to grow anything except grass. Judging by the pattern on these shards, and the fact that there's now a slippery pool of cooled glass around the rock, the boulder was probably going very fast, and when it hit the earth, it was so hot that the sand melted and splashed over it." She stared with wonder at the crystals. "Imagine, a foriegn rock that no one has seen before. I wonder how it tastes-" "Don't even think about, Meatlug!" Hookfang growled. "You know what can happen when you try weird rocks! Remember the Gronkle Iron debacle?" She shuddered and looked away from the rock. "Well, I'm sure at least one viking or dragon will know what this is." Stormfly reasoned. "If there's one thing dragons and humans have in common, it's that they migrate. Surly this can't be the only weird Sky Stone that's fallen."
"Urgh, this place is creepy," Fishlegs moaned. "Quit being such an egg, Fishlegs!" Hiccup said. "This place isn't dangerous." "I think it's kind of cool," Astrid said, putting her hand to another crystal. "This would make a great place to work." They turned as the Twins banged their heads against crystal. "What are you doing?" Snotlout asked. "Listen," Ruffnut said. They banged again, and a peircing note rang through the rock. "This has a really good pitch," Tuffnut said, smashing away. "And it doesn't even break into a million peices!" The others facepalmed. They searched through the tagle of glowing rocks. "Hey, I think I found something!" Fishlegs said. He ran his fingers over the strange scratch marks. "H-H-Hiccup?" He squeaked. "I think you may want to see this..." Hiccup came over and saw the claw marks. "Was there a dragon here recentally?"
I felt someone tap my shoulder. "Alpha." Fleetfoot said, bowing. "Where did this stone come from." I blinked. "Er, the sky, apparentally." I answered. "Iknewit!" Slash, with several large Stingers, appeared in fromt of me. "It'stheMoonCavern! It'sreturned!" Fleetfoot stepped between us. "The Moon Cavern is buried onder mounds of rubble and ice, Slash. You saw it yourself." He flicked his tail anxiously. "Thenhowdoyouexplainthat?" He pointed towards the stone. He zipped to the top of the boulder. "Listen all you dragons!" He roared, slowing his voice down. "This stone was originally placed on the island of Peirceing Point, the home of the Speed Stingers. It fell from the stars and landed in the center of the island. It has been the shelter of my pack for seven generations! As it was our home then, it is our home now." He sent out a caterwalling command to the other Stingers. In a flash, the entire pack vanished inside the stone. Hiccup and the other riders ran out. "Sweet baby Thor in a thunderstorm, what are those dragons doing?!" Astrid gasped. "I think they've claimed it," Fishlegs explained. "that's actually pretty common behavior for a Speed Stinger; each pack claims a den for their own, and the babies and females rarly stray from it." He rummaged through his dragon cards. "It says here that a pack decides where to make a den by something beautiful or unusual in the area. This rock is both." "Well, at least we don't have to build another stable." Tuffnut said.
"Fleetfoot, what is going on here?" I asked. "What is Slash talking about?" She shook her head in disbelief. "Oh, that fool! He thinks that our old den followed us!" She looked to the sky sadly. "Seven generations ago, our tribe had been left homeless by an enemy pack. We were in deep trouble, because a Speed Stinger is helpless sleeping out in the open. The tribe gathered and prayed to our Goddess, the Scorpoin." She pointed her tail to a star pattern. "See the constellation that looks like a Scorpion? The legends say that she mothered the first Stinger. While we were praying, my many greats-grandfather looked to the sky and say a glowing light racing towards us. He was the Lead Stinger, and thought that the light was a blast of the Scorpion's fire venom, and told the tribe to run away." She drw a circle in the dirt. "The Moon Cavern, as we called it, landed in a shower of melting glass, and we praised the goddes for her mercy in giving us a new home. The crater that surrounded it made it nearly impossible to get to without being spotted, and the glass wall that had formed strenthed our protection." She pointed at her drawing of her home. "My ancestor vowed on the Scorpion's stinger that the pack would never leave the cave. The cave was our savoir. And our downfall." "That's how you got captured," I relized. "You wouldn't leave the den." "Slash has alway's been too firm a believer in the Old Vow." Fleetfoot agreed. "He thought that terrible things would happen if we moved our den. Well, terrible things happened when we didn't!" She shot the last sentance toward the boulder. "My beleif is that Slash thinks that the Goddess has shown us mercy once again, and moved the Moon Cavern to Berk. But Scorpion is not the type who gives second chances." She beckoned. "When I was a young chick, I broke a rule that said we may not harm the cave in any way. I scratch a symbol on one side with my stinger, so that I would alway's be remembered." She looked to a blank slab of rock. "And yet, it is not here. This can't be our home." I blinked away the saddness in my eyes. "Your goddess may not give second chances," I said. "But I do. Berk is your home now, and Cavern or no Cavern, Scorpion will simply have to live with it." Her eyes widened, then she laughed. "You are a brave young Night Dweller to challenge the Scorpion. Foolish as all get out, but still brave." I smiled. "It wouldn't be the last time I challenged a queen."
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Viking: Adaryn (female, level 18)
Kalira (female, Nightmare, level 20)
Blitz (male, Skrill, level 20)
Seraphina (female, Nadder, level 12)
Toothless (level 8)
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"Be humble, for you are made of earth.
Be noble, for you are made of stars."
- Serbian proverb
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Something wasn't right. Ever since the Speed Stingers came to Berk and claimed the Star Cavern (Fleetfoot managed to get Slash to at least call it something else,) there was a sort of uneasy feeling hanging over the flock, like clouds before a storm. Most of them blamed it on the actual storm that was brewing, and that the humans were frantically preparing for. But others, like me, felt that something else was happening.
" ' Tisn't right, this gastly weather," Complained an elder one wet evening. The Stables, which often acted more like the flock's Great Hall, were absolutely flooded with dragons. There were a few humans as well, riders who didn't want to leave their dragons during the storm. "Dere wasna ever a storm like this back in Black 'Ollow, not once!" The complainer was Grike, a migrant dragon from the south. He had said he was from a place called "Britan", where it rained quite a bit, but hardly ever snowed in the winter, and where mist covered the land as heavily as a thick wool blanket. He was a Monstrous Nightmare, wrinkled with age, with scales that were probably deep cobalt blue once, but had faded into a light sky color. "Oh, shut your trap, you old grump!" Another elder dragon growled. "Can't you see we're trying to get a decent rest?" Grike's scales flickered slitely, but were doused quickly by the wet wind that swept through the cavern. "Ach, canna a dragon listen te what his gizzard is tellin he?" That voice belonged to Morgar, Grike's accomplise. He was from "Scotland" and had an accent that made him sound like he was chewing on rocks. He was a Nadder, a misty, faded gray color, with spines so long they could be used as tent poles. His eyes, one blind and white, were always scowling. He was a hardened warrior. "Not if he's roaring to the rooftops!" Old Mossy barked, then curled back into a lumpy ball. "It's those star watchin', fast talkin' Speed Stingers, what is!" Morgar continued. "Ever since dem scavengers came te the island, the land's been resless! I can feel it in me bones! When I set my een one that self-prrroclaimed Alpha, I knew he was trrrouble!" The other Elders ignored him and grumbled as the stable doors let in another icy blast. Both Grike and Morgar huffed in annoyance. " 'Ow do ye like that?" Grike grumbled. "We try te tell the old blokes that the Stingers are causen' the fuss, and they fall right asleep!" "Ach, ne body ever listens te the wise ones," Morgar rumbled. "Even when I wasa lad in my old cavern, that was the way things went. When ye got to a right old age, ne one'll gie ye the time 'o day! Be'er te hideyoung and skip the agony." They shuffled off to the stable they shared, still mumbling. I sat on my perch over the Common Room- the Great Hall part of the stables- and listened to the whispers of conversation as they floated up. I felt another wind blast as the door opened. four Speed Stinger came into the stables. Every dragon stopped talking and stared at them. One of them, Fleetfoot, spotted me, and appeared at my side in an instant. The way these dragons seemed to teleport to you was just plain spooky. She bowed. "Good evening Alpha," She said. "Good evening," I replied. "I thought your pack were sheltering at your den." "That was Slash's idea," She growled. "It's to dangerous for the older and the weak. I took my brother, Swift, my good friend, Vespa, and my daughter, Windwisp here to be protected. It's too harsh out there for a young mother," She looked down on her small group as an old Stinger, Vespa, helped a heavily pregnant Windwisp get settled. Swift, a battle-scared dragon with the stance of a warrior, stood guard over them, glaring at anyone who strayed too close. "Slash doesn't seem to care to much about the well being of his pack," I said. Fleetfoot sighed. "He's a young fool, thinking that a tribe allegance is shown by where you sleep at night. If I were younger, I would take back my tribe, but the Leader has gone out of me, I'm afraid." We turned as a very small Stinger shot into the room. "Ah, little Needle," Fleetfoot said fondly. "She's got Lead Stinger matierial in her, and a good head on her shoulders. She knows what's the smart thing to do." Neeedle darted from one end to the room to the other, then appeared by our side. "FleetfootAlphaIsawarealbigdragonandit'sgotspinesand-" "Needle, slowly." Fleetfoot said patiently. "Oh sorry," Needle said, taking a deep breath. "I saw a really big dragon flying in the storm and it's coming right here! I think it was trailing blood!" "What breed?" I asked. "I couldn't tell! It had big wing claws and was kinda silvery, and so many teeth." She shivered. All of a sudden the doors swung wide open. A dragon, with giant wings, silvery scales, and crackles of electricity collapsed at the door step.
He was a Skrill. And he was sitting in a pool of blood.
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"Quickly, get some humans!" I ordered. "Fleetfoot, have you ever dealt with Skrills before?" "I've never seen a creature like this before!" She gasped, staring at the dragon. Needle cowered between her legs. Fleetfoot's eyes narrowed in concentration. "No, wait, I have seen these "Skrills", just not up close. We called them Lightning People. They were abundent on my island, because there was food and no larger dragons, so they didn't have to freeze themselves-" "FREEZE THEMSELVES?!" I exclaimed. "Yes, that's how they endure during times of hardship," Fleetfoot explained. "They would freeze themselves in ice, then wait until they were let free by another kind of dragon, who were more adept at surviving low food, or predators." She raised her stinger. "If you want me to cover if this fellow turns aggresive, I'll be more than happy to help." I nudged Needle. "Needle, go with the other Stingers. They need a young barb protecting them." She nodded and zipped to the other Stingers. Fleetfoot and I landed in front of the Skrill. He was young, probably just learned to fly, and didn't even have the chin spines of the adults. He was, remarkably, still concious, and watched our movements with suspicious, half-closed eyes. He hissed as we came closer. "Stand down," I ordered. "This is my nest. You are not to harm any of the dragons here, understand?" His voice shook as he spoke. "H-how would I k-k-k-kill them? I-i-it's you whose..... gonna kill me..." My eyes widened. "What? Why would I kill you?" "The Night Bringers k-killed my familly," He said. "And n-n-nearly killed me too. Why should you be any different?" I leaned down, my eyes level with his. "Because I'm not one of them." His eyes widened, then closed all the way. "W-what are you then?" I balked at this. He was right. What was I? I sighed. "I'm the Alpha here, and that's all you need to know." The young Skrill suddenly screamed. He rolled over. His chest had several deep scratches that bled profusely. They were certainly painful, if not directally fatal. "Help me," The Skrill squeaked. The human healers rushed over. "Skrill, don't panic, but there are humans here." I said slowly. "These are nice, healing humans though, not the killing kind. They want to help you." He shuddered at their touch, but didn't attack, thank Thor. "M-my name-" "Don't try to talk," I said. "You've lost a lot of blood. You need to rest." He sunk down to the floor, releived that the humans were done bandaging him. "It's Sparkplug..." He whispered, falling unconcious.
I stepped back. "I need someone to take him to an empty stable," I said to the crowd. A Zippleback came and the heads bowed to me. They manuvered Sparkplug onto their back and walked slowly towards the stables. I told them to put him in a stable farther into the island, where he couldn't get away. "Toothless!" Stormfly said, landing next to me. "What happened? I heard there was a Skrill." "Taken care of." I said. "He was wounded, and I think half crazed. He said that someone had just killed his flock." "Oh no," Stormfly said. "Poor thing. No wonder he was wounded. Did he say who killed them?" "Er, well, here's the crazed part," I said, laughing a little. "I think he said they were killed by Night Furies! Which is impossible, because the rest of my kind are gone!" Stormfly tilted her head. "Are you sure?" "Well, Valka says so," I said. "And there's no way my familly would have-" I paused. I hadn't thought about my old family in years. I didn't really need to, because they'd just stranded me when I got shot down. "Toothless?" Stormfly asked. I must've made some sort of face. "It's nothing," I said. "I'm going home."
. . .
I remember learning to fly.
I wasn't overly extatic about it, not like my little sister. Her name was Plasma. She was black, like all the other Night Furies, with blue eyes, and a strange blue mark over her right eye, in the shape of a plasma blast. She was small, and was always following me around. "Oh, Oh, Blackest, do you think that momma will let us fly high?" She asked me. Blackest was my old name. "No, we'll crash." I said for the umpteenth time that day. "But maybe Dive would-" "Dive isn't a superdragon, Plasma." I said. "Just because he's older, doesn't mean he can do everything." Dive was my oldest brother. He had red spots over his wings and tal fin, like blood. He also had strange, sunset-like eyes that were colored pink and orange and gold. He was big, and he had an even bigger ego. "Like you could do anything better than him, Blackest," Said my second oldest brother, Lunar. He had green eyes, like me, but instead of being all black, he had green stripes over his wings and under his eyes. He was tricky, prefering to do things underhandedly. "You're still the only one who hasn't tried even flapping," Lunar sneered. "Even our shrimpy little sister has!" Plasma leapt in front of me. "Blackest can do things better than any of you!" She roared. "Look at his wings! Their so big, I bet he could fly on his first try, without even gliding first!" "Plasma..." I groaned. I usually didn't want too much attention to come to my wings. I had to tuck them very close to avoid tripping over them. We stood to attention as our mom, Moonlight, stepped out into the light. She was white, with red eyes, and weird spines along her back they were straight, and very, very sharp. "Alright, your first flying lesson," She said, trying to sound chipper. Only I knew why she was so unhappy about this. When we could all fly very well, we had to leave. Night Furies weren't like other dragons, who stayed with their moms until a certain age, even after flying. Night Furies left once they could fly. My siblings had no idea what was happening here. "First rule of flying," My mother began. "Your tail fin is the thing that makes it possible for you to stay aloft." "But mommy, I thought that was what wings were for!" Plasma said. "Those are what get you off the ground," She explained. "But the tail controls everything. Got it?" "The tail controls everything." We repeated. "Good. Now, I want you to try flying from this rock, to that one," She pointed towards the sea stack bellow us. "Dive, you go first." My older brother stepped to the edge. He jumped, spread his wings, then glided to the stack with ease. "Excelant!" My mom called. "Now you Lunar." "Actually, Blackest had insisted on going before me," Lunar raised his tail and pushed me off the cliff.
The next second was a blur. My wings opened and filled with air. I started to slow down, but it wasn't enough to land on the jagged rocks. I remembered. The tail controls everything...
I opened my tail to it's full extent, then gave a powerful heave with my wings. I shot into the sky inches from the sharp rocks. I opened my eyes and looked down. My familly was standing in awe at me. Plasma started shreaking. "BLACKEST! BLACKEST, YOU'RE FLYING!" I laughed, spinning, diving, whirling. My siblings crowded at the edge of the cliff, cheering.
It was then that Moonlight watched us with loving eyes, tears trickling down her face, and flew away into the noonday sun.
. . .
"Toothless!" Stormfly roared. I woke up imeadiately. "What is it?" I asked. "It's the Skrill! He's awake! And he is not happy..."
Sparkplug wasn't as unhappy as Stormfly made him out to be.
When we reached the innermost stables- the ones that were built into the old Whispering Death tunnels- Sparkplug was gulping down massive amounts of mutton. He was almost inhaling it. By the way his ribs showed through his skin and bandages, he probably hadn't had a decent meal in weeks. "I see you find the food to your liking," I said. He nodded, swallowing yet another bowl full. "Oh yeah," He said. "I haven't had sheep in a ram's age! It's a little more fun to catch them yourself, but this certainly is easier, especially when you don't have to pick all the bones out of your teeth!" He shoved his face back down again. Sparkplug wasn't as silvery as he'd first looked. It was only his underbelly that was silver. His main color was a purple-black color, with lilac details and wingskin. He swallowed the last of the food then sat down, as if exausted. "Sparkplug, we need to ask you about a few things," I began. "I know you've probably been through a lot, but we need to know about your flock." Sparkplug's eyes went to the floor. "What do you need to know?" "How many you were traveling with, when you were attacked, how many you saw that were confirmed dead, that sort of thing." I explained. "Most importantly, who attacked you. The only recorded Night Fury on Berk is... well, me." Sparkplug curled his tail around himself. "It was last night..." He began.
My family was flying away from the nesting island where I was born. We'd stayed there for the past ten storm seasons, until I could fly long distances. I was flying on my mom's back, 'cause I have a sort of twing in my wing. We were riding lightning to go a little faster, and when we ducked into the clouds to wait for another bolt, we were ambushed.
I didn't know what they were at first; they were black and had eyes that shone every different color. They were out of my worst nightmares. My dad, who was leading the group, yelled, "Night Furies!" and the other Skrills went into a defensive formation. The Night Furies started blasting weird lightning at us, and my aunts and cousins split up before it could hit us. My mom and I hid in a cave in a sea stack and watched the adult males fight. They out numbered the Night Furies 2-1, but these things weren't normal dragons. When the two kinds of lightning met, they exploded! The warriors couldn't land a decent shot. My mom was so scared I could feel her trembling, and we both screamed when we saw my dad fall into the ocean. One of the Night Furies heard us, and landed at the cave entrance. He kinda grinned at us, really nastilly, then attacked my mom. I was thrown off her back, and I roared and shot lightning at the dragon, but he just turned away from my mom and slashed my chest with those awful claws.
I kind of blacked out then, but when I woke up, the floor of the cave was covered in blood, the Night Fury was gone, and my mommy was...
Stormfly curled him when he started crying. "Shh, shh... it's okay... you're safe now," She crooned. Sparkplug buried his head in her wing, sobbing. I wiped tears from my eyes. How could they? He was a ten-year-old dragonet, for Thor's sake! His flock had done nothing to them! And they just... killed them. Orphaned an innocent dragon! I wasn't overly fond of Skrills myself, but that's just evil! "What did they look like?" I growled, rage filling me. I heard several more growls from behind me. Apparentally, dragons had gathered to hear Sparkplug's story. Lots of dragons. "Any dragon who kills out of sport isn't a dragon at all!" Sparkplug sniffed and looked at me with amazment. "A-are you gonna kill them?" He coughed. "If I have to," I said. "No, correction; if no one can hold me back."
The earth rumbled, and the floor erupted in a shower of dirt. A Whispering Death, just a young one, poked his head out and spotted me. "Oh, there you are, thir." He said, bowing to me. I had to listen carefully to his speach. Whispering Deaths had a terrible lisp. "Idun's Apples, why did you come in through the floor?!" I exclaimed. Sparkplug was gaping at the Death, his eyes wide with horror. "The thmall crowd at the door wath blocking the entrath, Alpha," Explained the Whisper. "I had very important informathion to give to you." I glanced at the crowd, whose attention was now drawn to the gaping hole in the wall of the hallway. "There'th a group of thrange dragons theltering in Wide-Mouth Cave," The Whispering Death reported. "They're Night Furieth! I thaw them wth my own eyeth! They appeared to be led by a rather large Fury with pinkish eyeth and red thpots over hith wingth. Um, are you alright, thir?" I looked at my reflection in the water trough. I was so pale my jet black scales looked ashy gray. "W-were there any more? Was there another male?" Stammered Sparkplug. He eyed the Whispering Death warily. "Hmm, let me thee..." The Whisper thought a moment. "Oh, yeth, now I remember! There wath one thkinnier male, thitting right next to the big male. The funny thing wath, he looked almotht exactally like Alpha Toothleth! Well, if you got rid of the green thripes over hith eyeth and wingth-" He jumped and shot back into his hole when Sparkplug screamed. "Oh, that's him! Oh, Great and Mighty Thor, that's the one who killed my mom!" Stormfly pulled her tail tighter around him and covered him with her wing. "Dark helps young dragons calm down." She explained. Sure enough, after ten minutes, Sparkplug was curled around himself with his wings over his head, not making a sound. After another five minutes, he fell into an exausted and unhappy sleep. "I just don't want to leave him," Stormfly said. "That much terror, at his age? It's almost unthinkable." "Lunar is a pretty unthinkable dragon," I said. "You should stay with him; I think he feels safe with you." To prove my point, Sparkplug squeaked in his sleep and snuggled closer to her. She nuzzled him. "Wait, you know that dragon?!" Stormfly exclaimed. "I used to," I growled. "He was always as coniving and vicious though." "Is he an old enemy? Like Groundshaker, the Whispering Death?" "Not exactally," I explained. "He's my older brother."
Hiccup noticed my shivering as we flew towards Wide-Mouth Cave. "Pretty exciting, isn't it, bud? We'll finally get to meet some more Night Furies!" Yeah, exciting.
I sensed unfriendly eyes on us as we landed. Hiccup could sense it too, and pulled his sword handle out. "Uh uh, oh no you don't," I said, grabbing the back of his suit. I climbed up a tall pine and dropped him on a branch. "Stay." I told him. I think he got the message, because he clung tighter the the trunk while I jumped down. "I know that there are more Nights here!" I roared to the clearing in front of the cave. "State your name, rank, troop, and what the Helhiem you're doing in my territory!" The first three comands were standard Night Fury greeting, basically. The last one was my invention. "Hmph, you're certainly sure of yourself." An oily voice chuckled. Lunar stepped out of the shadows. He was the same as ever, except larger, and he had a few more green stripes over his front legs. He observed me with fern green eyes, slitely different from my yellow green. They wandered over my prostetics. "You seem familiar, Redfin, but I can't quite place it. Name, Troop, Rank?" "Toothless, Berk and Nest flock, Alpha." Lunar's eyes widened, then narrowed. "What kind of a name is Toothless?" I opened my mouth wide and retracted my teeth. "Ah, now it makes sense," He said. "I suppose I should introduce myself, Alpha Toothless." "I already know who you are," I growled, my eyes slitting. "Lunar, Whitetail Unit, Deputy. And a certified skunk." He showed actual shock, a rarity, since he almost never showed any emotion except fake pity. "How-?" I hid my tail from view. "Do you recognise me?" I asked. "After five winters, it'd be easy to forget. I almost forgot what you did to me." Lunar's shock turned into fear. "No, it couldn't be!" He hissed. "He died! I saw him fall! Shot down by a human!" I could feel a plasma blast building up in my fire lungs. "Shot down, yes," I said, raising my wings. "Dead, not a chance." I leapt and pinned him to the ground. "If anything, you sabotaging that impromptue raid on Berk just made me stronger," I roared. "Even with a major loss, I overcame and survived." I pushed down on his neck. He coughed, choking. "Loss...of what?" He gasped. "Family? *cough*... protection?" I whispered in his ear. "Limb."
All of a sudden, I was barreled over by a massive streak of black. Lunar scrambled to the cave, gulping down breath. I got up and shook my head. "Get away from him, you giant black bat!" A voice shreaked. I looked up and froze.
Plasma had gotten bigger. She was only a tiny bit smaller than me. Her blue plasma mark had a twin now, a streak of royal blue under her left eye. I stared at her. "What?" She snapped. "Get up and fight, you son of a Skrill!" I got up but didn't fight. "Plasma?" I said. Her eyes widened. "It couldn't be," She gasped. "You were, you were-" "I know, dead," I said. "I wasn't. I got lucky. Ish" She looked at my tail fin. "Holy mother of Loki, what happened to your tail?!" I held it up. "This is my prostetic," I explained. "My fin got ripped off by a branch when I fell. A friend made this for me." She looked over at Lunar. "But why were you attacking Lunar?" "I'm sorry I scared you," I said. "But were you out last night?" "No I was in the den with Dive. Lunar was out hunting." "Did he tell you that he joined up with renagades and killed a flock of Skrills, one of which was the mother of my latest refugee?" The horror on her face told me no. Lunar flew off, making his escape. Tears welled up in Plasma's eyes as she threw her wings around me in a hug. "Blackest, I can't believe you're still here." She whimpered. "Yeah, me neither," I joked. "And by the way, it's Toothless now."
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Yay, I LOVED THIS ONE! (Duh.....) As soon as I read that the Nightfury who killed the Skrill had green striped wings, I knew who it was!
This is a very well thought out story. You did a very nice job. I've never read a story from Toothless's PoV, and you have done a very nice job. The interactions between the dragons and the riders is very good.
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It's a bit of a broad term, isn't it? Most people think it means the people who you share blood with. But there are other versions; the people who care about you most, for instance. Or, if you're a leader, it could mean the people you protect, and who protect you. In my case, my family has been my friends and allies. Stormfly, Hookfang, Meatlug, and Barf & Belch, to name a few. Hiccup, my best friend, is more like an adoptive brother.
My blood family was nothing like them.
Plasma wouldn't come back with me. I had thought as much, but it still hurt to see the only one of my family I truly loved fly away. She was raised wild, and planned to stay that way. Dive, apparentally, was hunting on Dragon Island, and I told Plasma to send my regards, and to watch out for Lunar. She flew away with a heavy heart.
"Toothless?" Hiccup called from his branch. "Can you let me down, bud?" I kicked the trunk, and he fell down in a heap. "You could've been gentler!" He groaned, picking twigs out of his hair. "I can't believe those Night Furies just ran away! And why did you attack that first one?" I picked up a branch in my teeth and wrote three words:
Hiccup studied the words. "Brother?! That dragon was your brother?! How did you even learn to write?" I shrugged. "Well, we should get back home, Toothless," Hiccup sighed.
I collasped onto my stone, without even warming it first. I was too exausted to care. I started to dream...
"Of course, I am Dive's right wing dragon, you know. If there's ever a problem he can't solve, which is many, he comes up to me and asks, "Lunar, my brother, you are the right Night Fury for the job!" We really are a great team..." I rolled my eyes as Lunar bragged to our classmates. It had been a year since we'd learned to fly, and I was wishing I'd flown in the opposite direction.
Night Haven was a prison. Not in the literal sense, but it certainly felt that way. It was a place for Night Furies to learn to be Night Fury like. We weren't allowed outside the territory, lest we were exposed to other species. I didn't understand a word of what they said. I knew how to be a dragon; I could fly, I could fight, I could hunt for food. That's all anyone needed to know. But try telling that to our instructors.
"Hey Loony," I called. "How's about you sticking your lying muzzle in a dung pile! You may be second oldest, but there's no way you're Dive's second!" Lunar looked up at me, then sniffed. "Oh yes, and then there's Blackest. My trouble making little brother." Okay, I admit; I did play the rebel at Night Haven. My personallity was different from the others. I was sarcastic and cynical, and I thought my teachers were a pile of eel paste. In that way, I was exactally like Lunar. The difference was that I didn't hide my thoughts behind an innocent face and an oily voice, or suck up to the dragons who just want you to be miserable. I let my rage flow through. And that's what got me into trouble. "You do relize that I'm only a few inches shorter than you, right?" I joked. The dragons surounding Lunar sniffed and rolled their eyes. I heard mutters of my nickname, "Blackheart." It infuriated them that I didn't mind. "If you'll excuse me, brother," I snickered, imitating Lunar's annoying voice. "I need to take a flight before I barf up my lunch." I walked out of the cave, spreading my wings.
Flying was my favorite thing. It took all the problems away. Even my least favorite instructors complemented me on my speed and agility. If they knew how I developed my skills, they'd go through the roof.
There was a blind spot between two ragged cliffs where guards stood to make sure no one snuck out. The rock was black, and my pure black scales blended right in. The gaurds didn't even bat an eyelash.
My practice course was on the coast, an hour's flight from Night Haven. I felt unbelievably happy when I saw the lights of burning fires. I landed in a crowd of other dragons.
Nadders, Nightmares, Zipplebacks, Gronkles, even some Thunderdrums and Whispering Deaths. All together, to race. "Hey, there's the Night Fury!" "Fashonably late, as always." "Hey, how's food in prison?" "I'm thurprithed he even came after latht time!" "Oh, he's gonna get beat so bad!" The trash talk from the other dragons didn't bother me. I loved it! They never sounded like the washed up Night Furies at Night Haven. "Hey, Blacky, you decided to show up!" I whirled around and laughed. "I never miss a chance to race you, Peirce!" The Nadder and I slapped tails. Peirce was jet black, from toe to tail tip. He had a sort of glint in his eye that told everyone he was planning some crazy hat trick to win the race. He was my best friend. One of my only friends. "Soooooo... what is the grand champion planning this time, huh?" Peirce inquired. "We're racing on Sea Shaker track tonight. You know how dangerous that is." "Of course, Peirce," I sighed. "I wiped out on it last race, remember? Trust me, I've got this." Peirce looked up at the starry sky. "I will never figure out how you think everything will be perfectally fine, even when the odds are against you." I smiled. "Call it overinthuseasm. C'mon, I just saw Swamp & Bog crack open a bee hive!"
The race didn't start until the High Tide came in fully. I spent a happy hour hanging out with Peirce, placing bets with the other racers about who would wipe out first, and licking sweet honey off of my paws. When the race did start, everyone knew about it. "ALRIGHT DRAGONS, PAY ATTENTION!" Roared the ref. His name was Breaker, and he was the ref because Thunderdrums had the biggest voice. I had to cover my sensitive ears to keep from going slitly deaf. "THE HIGH TIDE RACE IS ABOUT TO START!" He paused for cheers. "THE COMPETATORS FOR THIS RACE ARE RED TIDE-" The Thunderdrum let out a sonic blast. "-TROPIC-" The pretty Nadder preened herself. "-WILDFIRE-" The Monstrous Nightmare flamed in excitment. "-DIGGER, OBSIDION, MURK & MUD-" The Whispering Death, Gronkle, and Zippleback all made themselves known. "-AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, OUR VERY OWN SPEED DEMON! LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR... BLACKJACK!" I howled and did a loop around the cliff Breaker was standing on. "Yeah, Blacky, you made it in!" Peirce cawed. We slapped tails again. Blackjack was my racer name. I often remember how many names I've gone through in my lifetime.
The racers lined up at the starting line. It was a long, tall sea stack that stretched over frothing waters. We raised our wings and waited for the command. "GO!"
Sea Shaker was an extremly dangerous track. You had to fly a few inches from crashing waves, watching out for rocks, driftwood, and random crustaceons. On top of that, the spectators piled rocks into tall stacks and disguised them to look like sea stacks, then toppled them over just as the racer in first place was flying through. You had to know how to turn on a dime.
Up, down, over, around, SMACK! Ouch, flying lobster. I shook off the pinching animal and pushed on.
I was in second. The Nadder knew how to dive around the fake stacks with ease. Until she rammed into a boulder. I flew into first as she fumbled around in midair.
I started leaping. It was something we learned in flight class. You hop from one stack to another to reduce crashing into something. I used my wings to let me glide between the rocks. Hop, glide, hop, leap, fly, thrust, WINNER!
I crossed the finish line just as a stack nearly closed on my tail. Peirce tackled me in a hug, as did the rest of the spectators. I howled to the moon, happier than I'd been in an entire year.
I landed on a ledge just outside of the racing camp, still grinning. I rested my head on my paws as Arvindal's Fire flickered across the sky. "That was some racing," An oily voice said. I jumped to my feet and paled. Lunar was sitting behind me on the ledge. "Oh Gods, no," I breathed, stepping away. "Now, don't be like that!" Lunar said soothingly. "It was an excelant race! Especially since you were racing very different dragons from yourself." "Lunar, please, you can't tell anyone!" I begged. "Racing is the only thing that keeps me from going insane in that prison! If any of the instructors found out, I'd either be banished or killed! Or worse, the racers down there could be killed!" Lunar's eyes filled with sympothy. "Don't worry, Blackest, of course I won't tell a soul!" His wing wrapped around my shoulder. "What else are brothers for, after all? This..."Dragon Racing" seems like just good fun, not harmful. The Haven's rules are a bit too strict for one so free spirited as yourself! I'll even cover for you if they relize you're missing!" I looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious?" I asked. He smiled. "When am I not serious?" I smiled, thinking how I'd gotten Lunar all wrong as we flew back to Night Haven.
What a fool I was.
Whispers of War
“It appears I have a shadow,” Stormfly joked. Sparkplug hadn’t left her side since he arrived. Astrid hadn’t minded her new houseguest; she adored Sparkplug’s jittery, hyperactive personality. He peered at me from between Stormfly’s legs, his head spines twitching. “Well, you don’t expect me to fly around here without an armed guard, do you?” He said defensively. We laughed. “Don’t worry, Sparkplug,” I said. “The Night Furies are long gone from here. I made sure of that.” I hadn’t told him about my relationship to his mother’s killer. He had already noticed how much I looked like Lunar, and the last thing I needed was for him to think that murder runs in the family.
Well it does, doesn’t it? You killed Stoick.
I yelped, causing Stormfly and Sparkplug to jump. “Eels and Evergreen, what is wrong with you?!” Stormfly asked. “I-I’m sorry,” I said, running away.
I only stopped when I reached the pier. I ran up to the catapult and hid under the platform. No, I thought frantically. It’s happening again. I’m going insane. I keep hearing his voice in my head. I’ve got to get out of here, not safe-
Oh, stop blithering, Blackest, it’s giving me a headache!
I jumped, slamming my head against the bottom of the platform. I looked around, panicked. I could feel my heart pounding. “Lunar? I…… I don’t…… stop it….. how…….”
Oh dear, is the mighty Toothless the Redfin feeling scared? Terrified, even?
Lunar’s voice was coming from inside my head. Inside my head. “How is this possible?” I asked the air.
You’re the one who was so interested in Moonlight’s stories, you tell me.
Stories. I thought back to the nursery tales my mother would tell us. One of them scared me so badly I wouldn’t leave her side for a week. “Lunar, you’re a Mindrake?” I said.
Took you long enough to notice.
“But that’s impossible!” I said. “The last Mindrakes died out 300 years ago! And you’re a Night Fury! All the Mindrakes were Moonserpas!”
So we thought. But here I am, talking to you without… well, talking to you.
“How did you know about Stoick?” I asked, I was starting to feel a bit light headed.
It’s amazing how much a Terror squeals when it’s life is threatened. I even know where that little baby Skrill is hiding, thankfully. I’d hate to leave the poor creature just suffering from grief like that.
I hissed and snapped at the air. “Stay away from him.” I growled. “Away from all of us!” I tried to move back into the sunlight, but collapsed onto the floor. My vision was going fuzzy.
Playing daddy dragon for the little Ice Mite, are we? How heroic. So like you, Blackest.
I rolled onto my side. I felt cold, even though it was summer. “T-T-T-Toothless.” I stammered. I was so weak that I could barely move my lips.
Oh yes, my apologies. You gave up the name that mother gave you, didn’t you? For that human twig. He’s more of a branch now I suppose.
I started shivering uncontrollably. I managed a wheezing laugh. If I had a fish for every time I made a joke about Hiccup’s skinniness…
Feeling tired, brother? I’m terribly sorry about that, it’s a bit of a side effect from telepathic communication. I’ll just nip over and see if you survive this much conversation, hmm? I might also pay a visit to your Nadder friend… Stormfly, was it? Lovely coloring, that one. Just relax, take it easy, Alpha! Won’t be long now…
I fell unconscious, feeling for all the world like I was drowning.
. . .
When I woke up, it took a minute for my brain to start working. Where am I? Who am I? And why is there something warm pressed against me?
Lunar hissed in my ear. “Don’t worry about the fuzzy feeling Toothless, it won’t last long. Half an hour, at most. It’s amazing how a Mindrake can’t feel the pain he’s inflicting on another dragon. In extreme cases, telepathy can cause brain fever, you know. Ha, I suppose you didn’t.” I flinched as he covered me with a wing. I was still too weak to talk or push him away. “I’m not going to kill you, brother,” He whispered. “That Raid incident was a bit childish on my part. You are too……. important now. Even if you are driving yourself a bit mad these days. It’s depressing how far you’ve fallen.” I started flailing against his grip. He raised his paw and pushed down on the back of my neck. There was some sort of nerve or tendon there that made my muscles relax and my whole body go limp. “The last thing you want to do is to bring someone running, Toothless,” He growled softly. “I’ve been trained to rip everything I attack to shreds. It would make you a very poor Alpha if your subjects were to hidefor you. Though, in retrospect, they will anyway.” He turned me so that he could look me in the eye. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. A Mindrake’s eyes were hypnotic. “War is coming, Toothless,” Lunar said. “There’s too much bad blood to not be spilled. I’ll take Berk, your dragons, your rider, make you wish you were dead,” He snarled, his eyes slitting. “And then I’ll grant your wish.” He uncurled his wings from me and stepped away. “Oh, and by the way, I didn’t get a chance to see my little friend the Skrill today, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave the job unfinished.” He pulled out a strip of cloth and tied it around my jaws. He pulled out two more and tied my front and back legs together. “So you can’t call out and not have time to reflect.” He said kindly. I growled. He spread his wings and took off, causing gasps of wonder from the people below. I heard the whistling of wings and the sound of plasma exploding on target. The humans screamed.
It was a good twenty-five minutes before Stormfly and the others found me. “Oh no, Toothless, what happened to you?!” She gasped. She unsheathed her spines and used them to cut the cloth. “Stormfly…” I breathed. The heavy feeling in my head wouldn’t go away. “Lunar…. war….. danger…… sick…” I fell against her. “Oh, you don’t look good.” She moaned. She turned to the others. “GET HICCUP NOW!”
I suddenly collapsed onto Barf and Belch’s back. I couldn’t hear or see much, not even Hiccup seemed clear as he called for Gothi or Gobber or anyone that could help his dragon. I gave him a reassuring lick on his hand, then passed out.
. . .
“He’s waking up!” “Oh thank Thor!” You should’ve seen the amount of damage that Night Fury caused, Cloudjumper. It’s the Dragon Wars, all over again!” “I hope he doesn’t mind that the humans removed his tail…”
I opened my eyes blearily. I was lying down in a nest made of fur and pillows, and had several thick fur blankets over me. I was in a Stoker stable, or near one at least. The room was small, warm, dark, and full to bursting with dragons. "Toothless!" Stormfly said. She jumped to my nest and started grooming my head. "What's going on?" I rasped, then went into a coughing fit. "Everyone, clear out!" Cloudjumper roared. "Here, drink this." He pushed a bowl of amber liquid towards me. It tasted like honey mixed with lavender and a few other herbs I couldn't identify. "It's a medicine Valka made," Cloudjumper explained. She said that you came down with the dragon equivalant of pnuemonia. How this happened is still a mystery to all of us, but by what you were muttering in your sleep, it had to do with that Night Fury who came and trashed the Plaza." His frills rose at the very thought of the troublemaker. "He's turned into a Mindrake." I said. "A powerful one." "Mindrake?" Cloudjumper asked. "It's an old dragon's tale." Stormfly explained. "They were these Moonserpas who could read minds. But they died out centuries ago!" "Lunar's going to start a war," I continued. "I don't know how, but he will. He said that he was going to kill me, after he's killed-" I stopped when I saw Sparkplug. "Me." He said. "The Night Fury's coming after me." I looked away, then nodded. "I'll get to him first." I said. I tried standing up, but dizziness took me. "Het, don't move around!" Stormfly squaked. "You have to stay in a warm place until you get better!" I laid back down again, feeling a bit like a hatchling with her constant fussing and grooming. I felt someone sit down beside me. "Stormfly, I need to stay here," Sparkplug said. "Lunar, the Night Fury, said that he was going to kill Alpha Toothless. What if he comes here while Toothless is still weak from that mind attack or whatever it is that he did? He needs someone who can use a Lightning Blast to protect him." Stormfly looked extremly proud of him. "Are you sure you'd be up to facing Lunar?" He gulped. "Er, well, maybe I could use some backup..." She smiled and settled down on my other side, still licking the top of my head.
I was really too tired to argue about this arrangment.
After three days without passing out from coughing, I was downright bored.
While I was in the Recovery Room (as Hookfang had nicknamed it), Cloudjumper was taking over my duties as Alpha. It worked, of course; the Nest dragons respected him and the Berk dragons were friendly with him, but it still… annoyed me. I couldn’t really point out why, but it did.
Sparkplug was changing. He wasn’t as hyper or jumpy. He often stood like a statue, only moving when an unfamiliar dragon came down the hallway. I remembered something that Valka had told Hiccup; as a cure for grief, work works better than pity. Sparkplug was certainly working hard as a self proclaimed bodyguard. He had an interesting-and sometimes entertaining- ability to prop his entire body up on his tail and just sit there. He looked a bit like a purple bird of prey when he did that.
It was in the Recovery Room that I found out how young dragons responded to threats.
Sparkplug was dozing in his tail stand position when a something that sounded like a squabble reached my ears. A big squabble.
“This is not a good idea, Mountain Rush… he has a Skrill guarding him!” “Skrill, shmill, Alpha needs ta hear this! Anyway, I hear he’s only about Grassy’s height!” “It’s Grassgage! And a Skrill can shoot lightning at any age!” “Willyouallshutupwe’realreadyhere!” “Could you pleathe thlow down when you thpeak? You may be a Thpeed Thtinger, but you don’t have to do everything fatht!” “Urge, if I get electrocuted, Mountain Rush, you are going to give me your Dragon Nip for a month!” I finally realized what the fuss was when twenty or so dragons poked their noses through the entranceway. They were all early Shortwing or younger, and were all different species. I blinked when they started whispering to each other.
“There he is! Wow, he’s even smaller than Grassy!” “It’s Grassgage! He may be smaller, but that doesn’t mean that he’s any less powerful!” “Oh pleathe, I heard Thkrillth are jutht like Whithpering Deathth! They can’t control their firepower until a thertain age!” “Ouch! Get your claw out of my nose!” “Sorry, I can’t see anything!” “Canwejustgoin?”
Someone near the back of the group gave a shove, and the pile of dragons that had been forming toppled into the doorway. Sparkplug woke up and hissed at them. I couldn’t help laughing a bit at their frightened faces.
“He’s waking up!” “Head for the hills!” “ACK, BURROW BURROW BURROW!”
The young dragons scattered, hiding behind the doorframe, the stalagmites, and if all else failed, each other. “Sparkplug, it’s fine,” I told him. His hackles fell. I turned to the seemingly absent dragons. “You can all come out now. Sparkplug won’t harm you, it’s about time he got to meet some other dragons.” The young dragons looked out from basically everywhere; the walls, the door, the ceiling, and in the case of the Whispering Deaths, the floor. Grassgage was the first to speak up. “Ehem, g-good afternoon, Alpha Toothless, er, I think you remember me and a few more of us, um, uh, we have heard about your, er, predicament, and th-the threat, on the um, um…” “Oh, stand aside, Grassy!” Mountain Rush, now older and better adjusted to speaking, pushed past him. “Alpha, we know about why you’re sick and what the green Night Fury was doing here!” She stated, her chest puffed out. “We heard some of the elders talking about it, and we decided to put together a gormilla task force!” I cocked my head. “Er, I think she means, “Guerilla Task Force”, sir.” Grassgage put in. “That’s what I said; Gormilla Task Force!” Mountain Rush said. “It was put together by me, my brother, and a few more of our friends to take down anyone who threatens Berk!” Sparkplug snorted. Mountain rush glared at him. “Did I say something funny?” She asked, thunder rising on her voice. “A few things actually,” Sparkplug told her. “First of all, a bunch of baby dragons, taking down a Night Fury who is also a Mindrake?!” He broke down into howls of laughter. “Oh that is really rich!” Mountain rush puffed up to almost twice her size. “We can and we will!” She hissed. “We’ve been doing the Training!” I defiantly noticed a capital T in there. “What training?” I asked. “Have you all picked human partners already?” Mountain Rush shook her head. “It’ssomethingFleetfoottoldmeabout!” Needle appeared next to Mountain Rush. “Er, sorry, I forgot to talk slow,” She apologized. “Fleetfoot call’s it, “Copy-Cat Fighting”. Basically, you just learn the attacks of other dragons and use them yourself!” she motioned with her stinger and the other dragons backed away. She turned to Sparkplug. “Alright, Skrill, you think you know so much about fighting. Let’s see you take on…… Ah, Thorny is here today, isn’t he? He knows this trick inside and out!” A black and yellow Nadder stepped forward. “Okay, this is a pretty common Speed Stinger maneuver!” Needle told me. She jumped, back flipping in the air and bringing her tail down on the floor with amazing force. I could see cracks in the floor where the stinger hit. The young dragons applauded. She addressed Sparkplug and Thorny. “Ok, I want you two to attack each other; no fire, just claws and teeth.” She drew a large circle with her tail. “Try to knock each other out of this area.”
Sparkplug seemed a bit hesitant about this, but soon got over it. “Go easy on me,” He joked. When Needle gave the signal, thorny leapt, spun in the air, and let down a rain of spines. Sparkplug jumped away from them, leaping right out of the circle. Thorny landed, wobbling a little. The younger dragons cheered. My mouth fell open. “You see?” Mountain Rush said, grinning. “We can copy other species’ battle moves!” She dragged out a Nightmare and a Zippleback. “The Zipplebacks taught the Nightmares how to grab hold of their tails and make a Fire Wheel!” She explained. “And the Nadders helped some of the younger Whispering Deaths to control their spine shots, and there are so many other combinations that we figured out ourselves!” Grassgage stepped forward. “What we’re all trying to say sir,” He said. “Is that we all want to help defend Berk. We can’t sit by while the Night Fury’s doing some sort of mind attack on the older dragons. In other words…” He puffed his chest proudly. “If that Mind-Reader Night Fury wants a war, well by Thor we’ll give him one!” All the young dragons cheered, roaring and snarling and trying to make more noise than the dragon next to them. At a roar from Sparkplug silenced them. “You have no idea of what a Night Fury can do, do you?” He growled. “Sparkplug, it’s fine.” I said. He shook his head. “No Alpha, it’s not fine. I’ve seen, first hand, on what this exact Night Fury does to a dragon when he fights them,” He turned to the crowd. “Do you all realize what will happen if any of you, even all of you, were to fight Lunar?” He asked. “Would you want to be ripped apart, blood and scales falling to the stone and into the sea, crying out for mercy but receiving even more brutality? Do you want to have the sight of that in your brains for the rest of your life, if you did survive? Would you want to be branded with a constant reminder of the creature that killed a friend, or maybe your entire family?” He stood tall on his hind legs, spreading his wings and showing them his scars. The bandages were off, but the claw marks were still very red and stood out against his silver underbelly. The young dragons gasped from horror. He growled, a feral look coming into his eyes. “I’ve heard Alpha say that a dragon who kills that way is no dragon at all,” He hissed, his jaw tense. “Therefore, I’m not going to call him a dragon! From now on, he’s a Horror! He’s something out of your worst nightmares, something that creeps out of the Netherworld when the moon is in its final phase!” He panted, curling his tail around himself.
“He’s a Leach.”
Sparkplug looked up, shocked. Needle stepped forward. “A Leach is something from some of the old legends,” She explained. “They were… corpses. Corpses of evil dragons who were just too terrible to die. If this Lunar is really as horrible as you say, than I can’t think of any other way he could become that way. He’s a Leach.” She beckoned. “If Alpha Toothless will let you, maybe we should initiate you into the army? You know, so you can help us. He may be a Leach, but he’s not invincible.” Sparkplug looked to me, and I nodded. He turned to Needle. “Yes! I’m sorry I laughed at you. You were right; Lunar isn’t invincible.” The entire force ran from the Recovery Room.
I sat there for a while, worrying about Sparkplug. What he said kept rattling around in my head; he’s not invincible. His face told me that he wasn’t just doing this to make friends.
Sparkplug wanted revenge. And he was going to hidetrying.
I loved this chapter! (When do I not?) This one was interesting, awesome, incredible....... I can't find the right word to say that this is an awesome story!
Strategy… I Think?
“You can’t be serious!” Needle exclaimed. I opened one eye to watch the Solar Defenders’, “secret meetings”. They weren’t that secret; I pretended to sleep while they held the meeting in the Recovery Room. “It’s true, I swear!” Sparkplug insisted. “I can swing on my tail! It just happened to me! I fell from a rooftop, my tail wrapped around a metal pole, and I can swing from it like a Spotted Squirrel Serpent! Here, watch.” Sparkplug climbed to the roof of the cave and held onto an overhanging beam. By his tail.
“Sweet baby Thor in a Thunderstorm!” Mountain Rush (or “Mounty”, as she preferred to be called) exclaimed. “Can I try?” Sparkplug shook his head. “No, you shouldn’t,” He warned. “Nadders don’t have the right kind of tail. You could hurt yourself.” Mounty pouted. “Any who,” Needle continued. “I’ve gotten reports of strange activity near Breakneck Bog.” “Where in Oden’s good name did you get a report?” Grassgage asked, suspicious. “A Thunderdrum who was passing through was talking to the fisher-dragons,” Needle explained. “Okay, not really a report, more of a rumor, but its still important! The Smothering Smokebreaths have been doing something weird.” Vine tilted his head. “Weird how?” He asked. “Weird as in totally out of character.” Needle explained. “They’ve been collecting human ships, you know like they usually do, but they aren’t stripping them of all the metal. They find both working ships and wrecks, and then set them down in the harbor, and actually start fixing them!” “You’re kidding!” Sparkplug gasped. “No, not kidding. The Thunderdrum was very open to questioning. He said that they first take all the weapons and dinner were off for their nest, leave the nails and rigging up, fix leaks, patch sails, paint mast heads: it sounds just like the pier in Berk! Only instead of humans, there’s little tiny Pirate Dragons that are smart and very tricky.” I opened both my eyes wide. They saw me watching them.
“Alpha!” They said. I smirked. “Well, I’m caught,” I joked. “I was listening to you five to make sure that you weren’t planning anything dangerous.” Really, I was making sure Sparkplug didn’t do anything dangerous. He had revenge on his mind, no doubt about it. He thought he had a shot, too; he was only ten, but now that he was getting a good supply of food, he was gaining some muscle. His jaws were strong enough now that he could snap a bone in half. I’d seen him do it when the humans decided to bring him a sheep carcass. Skrills, even small ones, were not easy to beat, but neither are Night Furies. Especially ones who could drive you insane just by thinking. I hoped that he would see some sense in time. “Well, I guess we have to report to the Alpha anyway,” Vine said, shrugging. He turned to me. “What do you think they’re doing? The Smokebreaths, I mean. They use metal from ships and villages to build their nests, not fix old ships!” I thought for a moment. “The case might be that their nest is already built enough to protect them,” I said. “Not many dragons go the Breakneck Bog, mostly because the Smokebreaths buzz around them until they leave. The ships are either a hobby, or they’re trying to get away from Breakneck Bog. Smokebreaths can’t fly long distances. Anyway, they aren’t our biggest problem at the moment. We need to keep an eye on our borders.” They saluted. “We were going to meet up with the rest of the Solars after the meeting Alpha!” Mounty explained. “Border patrol and exercises at the same time!” I stood up. “I’m going to find Hiccup and come with you.” I said. “I’ve fine now, and I’ve only been staying in here because Stormfly keeps clucking over me.” The young dragons laughed and ran out the room.
“Well, this isn’t our usual day, is it, bud?” Hiccup laughed. We were tail gaiting the Solar Defenders out near the sea stacks, where they did most of their training. The cloud of young dragons was bordering on enormous. It seemed like every young dragon that could fly was there. Mounty was at the front, shouting out hilarious orders that made nearly no sense until Grassgage translated for me. I could see a strange figure skimming over the water, shrouded in ocean spray. “Who’s down there?” I asked Sparkplug, who was gliding next to me. “That’s Needle!” He shouted over the noise. “She can’t fly, so she has to run over the water to get to the training grounds!” “She can run on water?” Sparkplug shrugged. “Well, she is a Speed Stinger!”
“Oden’s Eyepatch!” Hiccup breathed when we found the training grounds. The dragons immediately got to work, first calling a gathering to tell about Sparkplug’s new ability and the Smothering Smokebreaths. It was then that a Nightmare in the crowd had an idea. “Hey, what if we could use smoke as a shield?” He called out. “Well, okay, we can’t actually breathe in smoke like a Smokebreath, because we would suffocate, but I heard that you can make a mist by firing into the water!” My ears perked, remembering my first battle with Alvin and the Outcasts. They all practiced it, firing into the water until the steam rose all the way up the 200-foot sea stack.
I couldn’t help worrying about the kind of strategy the defenders were using. Basically, it was just hit hard, and not get hit back, though the copycat fighting techniques certainly set an attacking dragon off guard. I questioned Grassgage about it. “Well, we’re still working out some of the kinks in this organization,” He explained, without stuttering once. “We haven’t actually been in any major battles with dragons larger than us. Battle fields can be highly unpredictable, and I do agree that we need to work on what we’d do if things went wrong, but we just don’t have the resources or experience, unfortunately.” That set the wheels in my brain turning.
I pondered over it more when I resumed my Alpha duties (FINALLY!) The Solar Defenders needed more battlefield training, like the older dragons got. If I could just get the other Head Dragons in on it, and clue Hiccup in on what I needed, then we could give them more knowledge than they could ever learn themselves. I finally collapsed on my own bed, telling myself I’d call a meeting tomorrow.
. . .
I woke up, snapping out of a dream that I was quickly forgetting. I tried grasping at it, telling myself out loud.
“Lunar’s found Dreamscaping abilities! I think… or was it Dreamvising? And there was a…… urgh, I can’t remember! And I was in Berk, on a street full of mist, and then I… no, I know this is important!” I started pacing around the room, ignoring Hiccup, Valka, and Cloudjumper, who had been woken up. There was only one thing I remembered clearly; a dragon, surrounded by a halo of moonlight. It was medium sized, about as big as a Monstrous Nightmare, with a long, arching neck, ridged talons, a slim body, long, elegant legs, crescent shaped back, neck, and tail spines, and strange, butterfly-like wings. The dragon’s head was crowned with curling horns and large, brightly colored, swirl patterned frills. The face was round and innocent, almost doe-like, with giant brown eyes and no teeth showing. But the strangest thing was that this dragon had fur. A long, thick, sparkling white coat of fur, softer than any mink. No dragon in history had ever had fur, except one breed.
The dragon was a Moonserpa. The one breed who could defeat Lunar
Sorry, but I'm expieriencing a case of writer's block. It could be a while before I manage to get a chapter entry I like. Just sit tight.
Okay. I get that a lot in my own fanfic DX
The Stinger's Warning
"Toothless, are you sure what you saw wasn't just an over-stressed halucination?" Stormfly asked the next day. "No," I said, pacing across the Acadamy floor. "I saw that Moonserpa, I know I did!" "Yes, in a dream," Hookfang said carefully. "Not in real life. And what was that about Lunar visiting you in your dream?" I shook my head. I was forgetting more about it as the hours went by. "If this is true, then how do you even expect to find a Moonserpa?" Meatlug asked. "I mean, they died out three hundred years ago. It's nearly impossible." "Maybe we could-" "-flush them out with-" "-a gigantic exsplosion!" Barf & Belch said. The entire room rolled it's eyes. Stormfly suddenly made a face. "What is it?" I asked, sniffing. "Oden's Dirty Diaper, what is that?!" I exclaimed. A large, angry group of Speed Stingers trudged into the Acadamy, not even bothering to run. "Toothless!" Slash growled. "It happened again! Those pesky Thunderdrums have pulled the last straw!" I stared at him. Something that looked like a wreath made out of lavender and diced tomatoes was around his neck. "What are you wearing?" I asked. "A wreath made out of lavender and diced tomatoes, if you must know." Slash huffed. "It's to get the smell off. Some adolescent Thunderdrums swooped down on us for the third time in two weeks and dropped a bag of skunks on the Cavern!" Stormfly gagged. "Either handle those dragons, or I'll do it myself!" He roared, storming out. "Well, he's certainly cheery," Hookfang grumbled. "Doesn't he have respect for anyone?" "Not likely," Stormfly said. "He's used to having total leader status, being a Lead Stinger. I don't think he likes having an Alpha around." I sighed. "Well, I'd better see what those trouble makers think they're doing."
"Honest, Alpha, we were just having a little fun!" The leader told me. "We didn't think they'd take it like that!" The others agreed with him. I’d cornered them in the market. “You can’t go around dropping stink bombs on dragons,” I scolded. “Especially the Stingers. If this happens again, it could cause trouble for the entire island.” They nodded and hurried away. “Toothless!” Hiccup called. I turned and found him by the dragon racing bleachers. “C’mon bud, patrol time,” He said. “I heard from the fisherman that a Scauldron was sighted off Thor’s Beach.”
We found the Scauldron, all right. The poor guy got stuck when the tide went out. We pushed him off the sand, and he thanked us with a flap of his tail as he swam for the deep ocean. As far as I knew, Scauldrons spoke a different kind of language then most dragons. It sounded a bit like whale calls under water, and above it, screams. Only a Thunderdrum could understand it, but they wouldn’t translate unless it was to save a life.
“Uh, Toothless? Did the weather scouts say anything about fog as thick as pea soup?” Hiccup asked. I snorted and shook my head. It was so foggy that I couldn’t see anything past my nose. I sent out a plasma call*. “What in Helheim is that?” Hiccup said, leaning forward in the saddle. The purple light silhouetted a small armada of ships. They were all kinds, from all countries; trade ships, Viking ships, livestock ships, even a Phoenician trireme. I could hear the chattering of small dragons below. “Okay bud, lets get out of here,” Hiccup said, shivering. “This place gives me the willies.” I gladly complied.
“T-Toothless!” Stormfly called when we landed. “It’s Slash. He… he said…” She couldn’t seem to get the words out. I marched down to the Arena. Slash was standing in the center, his feet placed apart and his tail whipping around behind him. “What’s your business, Slash?” I asked. He didn’t answer at first. He seemed to be listening to something. I stepped back when I saw the faint shadow on the floor. A Night Fury. “Slash, listen, there’s a-“ “No, you listen!” He screeched. It sounded like he was simply repeating the words. “I’ve been watching your petty leadership for weeks now, and I’m sick of it! It’s time Berk had a new leader!” H e tipped back his head and roared so loudly, even the Valkyries couldn’t have turned away. “I challenge you, Toothless! I challenge the Alpha!”
* The Plasma Call is the Night Fury version of sonar. Toothless sends out a plasma blast in all directions, and can see anything it bounces off of. For more refferance, watch the final two episodes of Riders of Berk.
The Stinger’s Challenge
“Slash, stop, you aren’t thinking straight.” I said, stepping away. Lunar had a claw in this I knew he did. “There’s a Mindrake out here who can control dragons, he’s using you!” “No one is using me!” Slash snarled. “If you do not except my challenge, then I win by forfeit! You decide!” I growled. I looked up and saw that a crowd had gathered, both humans and dragons. All of them understood what was going on. I couldn’t let Slash become Alpha. He wasn’t careful. He wasn’t calm. He didn’t even care. Cloudjumper met my eye. He nodded. I nodded back. “Alright, Slash, I except your challenge,” I roared. “The winner takes the crown. The loser is banished from Berk.” The dragons in the crowd gasped. The humans just looked worried. Slash grinned evilly. A few of his Speed Stinger guards cheered.
We paced off at different ends of the arena. I judged my chances. Slash could run at almost the speed of sound, and even on walls and ceilings for a short time. Speed Stingers could think faster than any other dragon. His paralyzing venom would render me totally defenseless. But he couldn’t fly or breathe fire, like I could. All internal energy was used to power the leg muscles. I had a shot, if nothing else. Slash stopped and turned around to face me. “Be prepared, Alpha,” He sneered.
I attacked first. I charged him, building up a shot. He just stood there, looking bored, before dodging out of the way just as the plasma left my mouth. “I really wonder how you defeated two Alphas in five years,” A voice above me said. Slash was clinging to the ceiling. “Get back down here and fight!” I yelled. He studied his claws. “You have wings, why don’t you come and get me?” I snarled, and then leapt to the chain link roof. I clung to it with my claws. “TOOTHLESS! You are not a Nightmare!” Hookfang roared. Slash hung by his tail and slashed at me with his talons. He was fast, but I avoided them, giving him a few of my own. He hissed, then swung around and knocked me off with his head.
I landed roughly on the floor. He landed in front of me, with a good deal more grace. “And they say Night Furies are the strongest!” He scoffed. I roared and whipped my tail around, catching him off balance. “I’m fighting for my people, Slash,” I told him. “You’re just fighting for glory. And I know a certain dragon that would absolutely love it if you won. I will not let that happen!”
Slash just wouldn’t stay still. Before I knew it, I only had one shot left. I noticed that Slash was limping on his right foot a bit. I’d bit him there, and he wasn’t running as fast. “The game is up, Slash!” I roared, letting the plasma blast out. He turned, and took a breath. Out of his mouth came a red ball of fire. It looked like red plasma. The two fires met, and exploded.
I was thrown backward, as was most of the crowd. Slash appeared through the smoke. He snarled, and then set his foot on top of me. “I win, Toothless.” His tail flicked up, and I couldn’t move. The watchers were absolutely silent. He turned to the crowd. “As my first duty as Alpha, I order that this dragon be destroyed!” His warriors leapt into the arena, yelling a war cry. “No, Toothless!” Hiccup cried. Something blocked my view, and lifted me off the ground. “Toothless, hang on.” Hookfang said. “We’re going to get you out of here.” He dropped me onto Barf & Belch. I wanted to move so badly. The only thought that was running through my head was Hiccup. I had to get to him. Slash, no, Lunar is planning something for him. I had to get to him, make sure he was safe. I couldn’t twitch my paws, never the less fly. I closed my eyes, watching Berk grow smaller and smaller behind us.
. . .
“We have to go back!” I roared at the others. “Hiccup needs me, who knows what that insane Stinger will do to him!” I was still having trouble moving my back legs, but Meatlug had to sit on me to keep me from dragging myself across the sea stack. “Toothless, we can’t!” Stormfly said. “He’d kill all of us on sight, you know that! And what good would you be to Hiccup dead?” I let my head fall to the ground, tears welling up in my eyes. “I c-can’t… I can’t leave him… I promised… I’d never leave him again…” She licked my face. “Small dragons-“ “-at two o’clock!” Barf & Belch reported. They were standing watch. Two heads were better than one. There were five dragons; Sparkplug, Needle (who was riding on Sparkplug’s back), Grassgage, Mountain rush, and a Terrible Terror. The large Terror was carrying an enormous bundle. Well, enormous for him. He finally landed on the sea stack, panting and wheezing. “Sharpsoot?” I asked. Hiccup’s Terror looked up at me. “T-Toothless,” He said. “I-I brought a message from Hiccup,” He tugged the rolled-up slip of paper off his leg.
I seriously hope you can read this. I’m fine, for now. The Lead Stinger doesn’t seem to think me a threat. I’ve sent Sharpshoot with a gift from me. Use it well. I can’t go out looking for you, because I have a village to protect, but I know that you’ll return. You always do. Oh, and by the way; The Skrill we rescued, two Nadders, and a small Speed Stinger were seen heading in your direction. I think they are going to try to help you. Please, be careful. You’re the one who gave me my purpose, and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.
Your faithful rider,
P.S. Tell the other dragons that their riders will understand if they stay with you.
P.P.S. Sharpshoot knows how to put it on you.
I relayed the information to the other dragons. They all dipped their heads for their riders, even Hookfang. “Toothless, we’re coming with you,” Sparkplug said. The others nodded. “No, Sparkplug,” I told him. “We need you to stay on Berk.” “But Slash as Alpha?” Needle exclaimed. “It’ll be Ragnorok! Fleetfoot told me that Slash got into a deal with Hel! That’s how he shot that weird plasma!” “Red Plasma,” I explained. “It’s what happens to a Night Fury when it get’s Eel Poisoning. How on earth did that happen?” Grassgage coughed. “Sir, if we can’t come with you, then we’ll fight Slash,” He said. “No, Slash isn’t the problem,” I said. “Lunar is using him. I saw his shadow in the arena. If you want to help, then I have just the thing for you. The Solar Defenders are now working undercover. Spy on Slash, get Sharpshoot to write a note- I showed him that- and he’ll follow our scent to where ever we are. Now, go.” They nodded, standing like soldiers. “Oh, and Sparkplug,” I called to him.
He stopped in mid air. “Don’t try to go after Lunar.” I said. Wait until the right time.” His eyes narrowed. “When is the right time?” He snarled. “When I give word,” I said. “Hurry, before Slash notices you went missing.” I nosed the leather-wrapped bundle open. I stepped back a bit. “Use it well.” Hiccup’s note had said. I’d used it well last time.
It was the Auto Tail. Hiccup had made it for me one Snoggletog, so I could fly with the others. But I’d destroyed it, so I could still be dependent on Hiccup. I had no idea that he’d fixed it. He’d even modified it, giving it more flexibility and putting the red tail fabric on. I sniffed at the white skull. “Toothless?” Sharpshoot asked. I moved so he could take my old tail off. Hiccup had designed our latest saddle so he could take the two pieces apart for cleaning. The heavy, metal prosthetics came off, and I closed my eyes as the gears snapped into place. I tested it out, opening and closing the fin. My saddle was still on, and I slipped the note and the leather bundle into the saddlebags. “Toothless, are you okay?” I turned to Hookfang. “I will be,” I said. “What do we do now?” Meatlug asked. “We stay low,” I said. “C’mon, we need to get to Dragon Island.”
please continue! i love this!
On the Run
“Okay, there it is,” I whispered to the others. We landed in front of the mouth of a cave. We’d been to this cave before, for training exercises. We’ve never actually lived in it, but it was warm, dry, and with some work, could be comfortable. There were no wild dragons around this part of the island, because of an eel migration that came to the shores, but that was months away. No one would think to come here. “We’ll rest now, then tomorrow, start cleaning it out,” Hookfang said, lying down on the stones. “It’s like a rat’s nest in here!” Barf & Belch found wood from a dead tree, and together, we managed to get the damp tinder going. The cave immediately warmed up. “Anyone notice anything different about this cave?” Meatlug asked. “I don’t remember it having orange stone on the walls.” “Yeah, something did change,” Hookfang agreed. “Look, this white part looks like it’s spattered with paint.” He nudged it, and then the cavern rumbled.
“HEY! MY CAVE! THIS HAS GOOD EELS NEAR IT, AND I’M NOT TAKING INTRUDERS LIGHTLY!” The large, demonic head appeared from the shadows of the ceiling and shoved us all out of the cavern. We tumbled out into the rain. The Typhoomerang squeezed out of the opening and confronted us. “What’s the big idea, barging into my den?” He roared. I recognized that whiny voice and imperious mug anywhere. “Torch?” I asked. He leaned his head down so he could see me better. “Not you again!” He moaned. “Why are you here?” He looked around. “And where’s that human twig of yours?” “We’re here without our riders,” I explained. “We were banished from Berk after I lost an Alpha challenge-“ “You challenged an Alpha?” Torch interrupted. “I didn’t think you had the guts to do that twice!” I snorted. “No, I was the Alpha.” I said, ignoring his perplexed look. “I lost to a Lead Stinger named Slash. He tried to have me killed, but my friends saved me before they could finish the job.” Torch blinked. “So, let me get this straight; you were the Alpha until…?” “Just a few hours ago.” I clarified. “And now you’re on the run from a homicidal Speed Stinger?” I nodded. He burst out laughing. “I don’t see the humor in this!” I snarled. He recovered enough to stand up. “Heheh, just the irony. Anyway, what were you doing in my cave?” He tilted his head at us. Great Thor, he’d gotten bigger. He looked like he could carry all of us, plus the entire human population of Berk. “Like he said, we’re on the run,” Stormfly said. “We needed a place to hide, and this was the first place we thought of.” Torch narrowed his eyes. “If I let you stay here, what’s in it for me?” He asked. Hookfang’s muzzle flickered. “We don’t kick your sorry rear all the way to Breakneck Bog, cheek!” He roared. “Hookfang…” Meatlug hissed. “Don’t anger the gigantic Typhoomerang!” Torch just snorted. “Heh, not likely. Anything else?” I thought for a moment. “Berk catches hundreds of eels in fishing nets everyday,” I said, coming up with a plan. “They’re just thrown away, because other dragons can’t eat them. If you help us, we’ll take you back to Berk, and you can have all the eels you could possibly want! Deal?” Torch thought for a moment. “Deal!” He said, crawling back to the cave. We followed him. He set his chin back onto the ledge, and fell right asleep. “You sure that was a wise move?” Stormfly asked. “Torch is a Typhoomerang.” “That’s exactly why this is a good idea.” I explained. “With a Typhoomerang on our side, it’ll be one more advantage if we engage in contact with Slash.” We curled up together, chasing away the cold winds that blew in from the storm.
. . .
“So, these little round things make the tail move?” Torch asked the next day. He was genuinely interested in how the Auto Tail worked. “Yes; this part attaches to my real tail, then this moves this gear, then that rotates the others, which causes my prosthetic to move.” I opened and closed my tail to demonstrate. His eyes widened. “Wow, I had no idea humans were that smart.” I laughed. Young wild dragons all had the idea that humans were just weird, smelly mammals who lived in strange dens and made sharp, pointy killing things. Pretty accurate, really, but they didn’t seem to think them clever in any respects. “Toothless, I think you may want to see this…” Meatlug called up to me. I climbed up to her perch on the rocks. “Speed Stingers?” I asked. “No, but it could still be problematic,” She said. I looked out into the ocean, where a massive fogbank was gathering. “Oh no, not that again!” Torch said, appearing behind us. “You know what that is?” I asked. “It’s the Fog,” Torch said. “It’s been appearing off shore for months now. Most of the locals don’t like to talk about it. They say it’s a bad omen from Loki. It stops about a mile off shore, then just sits there for an hour, and goes away. Some dragons who’ve flown close to it says that there are human ships in it.” It’s been following me, I thought. I saw it when Slash challenged me. It has to mean something.
My attention was drawn to a loud boom. “Barf! Belch! Is this really the place to practice demolishing things?” They poked their heads around a tree. “That wasn’t us Toothless,” Barf said. “Yeah, it came from across the island.” Belch agreed. “We aren’t responsible for every explosion that happens!” We all flew into battle stance when I gigantic roar filled the air. “Battle positions!” I roared. We took off and hovered a few hundred feet above the ground. I large, angry dragon stormed out. It was flat as a pancake, with long wings, a stubby tail, and small eyes. It looked up and growled at us. “What in Thor’s name is that?” I exclaimed. “Meatlug!” “It looks like a Raptortongue!” She called. “Tracker Class. They’re a very rare dragon species. They can flatten their bodies so thin that they can squeeze under doorways!” The Raptortongue roared and leapt into the air, spewing fire. “C’mon, this guy’s bad news!” Torch called. “Follow me! Eel Island is just a few hours away!”
Just want to say- I love your story! Keep up with it!
Also- Raptortongue! And we used the same idea! (tracker class). I wonder if it's a relative of Snuffle Snort... What? Who's Snuffle Snort? Well, I guess you need to read Alpha's Heir to find out! ;)
Legato, Lantanis, Phantasm, and Sliplock adopted from the brilliantly fantabulous NightmareRebuff! ^^
Oakheart and me drawn by the amazing Karddia! :D
(both forum and game)
Clan: The Windwalkers (Chief) Forum Clan: Loki's Girls (Member)
Clan banners by Kevinbrandon. :)
Oakheart Bouncie by Hattori
Beautiful Oakheart monstrous nightmare recolor by Slurpie! :3
Spheres of Influence Teaser
Stoick ran right at the huge lizard, bringing his sword down on the edge of its wing. It hissed, breathing a torus of fire into the ceiling, adding to the growing inferno. Deciding that it was finished with all this, the behemoth violently cast Stoick off, lifting its wings. It lashed its tail to clear room for takeoff, knocking Valka away from the cradle and out the door. With a leap it was gone- taking most of the ceiling with it. Stoick panted, forcing himself to stand up from the pile of burning wood slats as his eyes streamed. His legs wobbled slightly as he regained his footing from his short flight into the ashy wall. *creeeeeak*
Outside, Valka was sobbing in horror. “Where are they!?” Gobber yelled, running up.
“Still inside!” she cried. Without a word, he charged through the door and into the smoke stained red with flames. He didn't think twice about risking life and his dwindling amount of limbs to save his best friend and chief.
Valka continued to cry from both fear and smoke as neither man returned. All the while, there were the raging sounds of battle, roaring dragons, and above it all, an even louder roaring of flames consuming freshly cut timber. As she listened to the creaks and cracks of deteriorating wood, her heart sank. The walls had started to fall. Moments later a lumpy form became visible through the smoke. Gobber was returning with Stoick leaning heavily on his shoulder as the final walls collapsed inward. “Whe- where’s Hiccup? Where’s my baby boy!?”
Stoick looked like he could be barely conscious, but what was left of his bushy eyebrows fell. “Gone.”
Alpha's Heir Teaser
“It seems you’re more valuable than I thought.” He spat on the ground, and I saw a slight tinge of red. “You’d better be worth it.” He snapped his fingers, and the changewing zeroed in on him. “Rorrim, hold her down.” Instantly the dragon was at my side, his long antennae wrapping around me. I struggled weakly, but each time I moved his grip tightened, and I stopped moving as my lungs burned as hard as my side.
Come meet the various other dragons that habitate the Northern Valley Dragon Sanctuary, like the few below:
Storm Surge and Tempest, made by the incredible Strawberryfiz, and Tinscale, by the wonderful Amazonite!
And another wonderful round of thanks to Reiraku! ^^ This time, we present Snuffle Snort, the adorable and graceful Raptortongue from Alpha's Heir. She's also my little "shoulder rider". ;D These graceful beasts are incredibly flexible and light from a skeleton made of cartilage. They also have the unique ability to photosynthsize- to generate energy from the sun like a plant!
And another of the Alpha's Heir dragons makes their appearance! This is Jetstream, the leader of a pod of Shark-Winged Fangtails that live in the Northern Valley Dragon Sanctuary. Fierce and fast, they are nicknamed the "night fury of the sea".
Thanks again Reiraku, you rock!
Everyone, say hello to Munchball! She's an adorable little dragon known as a Deceptibite. You may know her from Alpha's Heir.
Many thanks to Reiraku for making this image of her!
Give a warm welcome to Stealth! This Grapplewing is as aloof as she is mysterious, but exceedingly loyal. She'll soon be making her debut in Alpha's Heir!
Thank you so much Reiraku for drawing her!
Fellswoop, my not-so-welcome Chilling Horror adopted from Goldenfury360. Lineart by NightmareRebuff. :) Thanks guys!
Tinquish, my beautiful Lifestealer awarded to me for being a featured writer in NightmareRebuff's horror dragon contest.
Sojiro, my cantankerous little Outrageous Windshrike adopted from NightmareRebuff.
Baldwin the Bodysnatcher, given to me by Goldenfury360. Lineart by NightmareRebuff. :D
Grimm, the thyladrakken adopted from Nightmare Rebuff. He's fiercely protective and always comes through for me in dire situations... but only because he reserves the right to kill me one day. ;^^
Glaze, my sandskitter adopted from NightmareRebuff! She hails from the colorful sea glass beach of Fort Bragg, California. ;)
Skein the Dewmist adopted from Cerebellum, and Condor, my Razorwinged Reaper adopted from Themasterplan47! :D
Kurt, my Nightcrawler Fury!! :D
Painted by the wonderful DuskDaybreak ^^
Nesaka, my beautiful Dream Eater adopted from Nightmarerebuff
Lysasinni (dawn companion), my adopted Scuttleclaw by Cuttongue. :)
Thornettle the Sylvesterfang adopted from Cuttongue! ^^
Midflight the Timberjack adopted from Chocolate, and Northbound the Wooly Howl by Scoubidous!
Dapple the Ferocious Riverfang by Reiraku. ;)
Njord, Moor, Royal, Glowworm, Iguazu, and Morklaff bouncies by the ever talented Reiraku!
Bjodja the Skull fury adopted from Reiraku! ;)
Morklaff the vampire fury adopted from Kyore. :)
Skog (forest), Valdmein (controller of plagues), and Vergala (seascream) my adopted night furies by Chocolate!
Another member of the flock, the newly named Dysvinda. Meaning "Gravewind" in Old Norse, she is not one to be trifled with!
Ant-Man rocked!!! :D
Nightcrawler and Angel!
Eels. So. Many. Eels
“Eel.” Stormfly said, watching the slimy, disgusting thing jump out of the water. I stayed well away from the lake. “What is it with you dragons and eels?” Torch asked, genuinely confused. “They’re poisonous,” Meatlug said, looking green. “Urgh, I remember when Toothless ate one! I had to sit on him to keep from running off a cliff!” “Thanks, I’d almost erased that from my memory.” I grumbled. “What? It’s not my fault you went insane!” “Could we please just get to a den away from a pond full of eels?” Hookfang roared. “Or I will torch this entire island!” Barf & Belch just curled around themselves, miserable. “Eel.” Stormfly announced, “Look, I think I can find you guys some fish,” Torch said, backing away. He looked completely baffled at our reaction to the island. “I’ll just… go now… wow.” He flew off to the ocean. “Oh look, two eels.” Stormfly said. We all curled around each other, feeling sick. “I don’t remember hearing that story, Toothless.” Hookfang said. “About eating the eel. When did that happen?” “Remember that eel pox epidemic about three years back? When all your riders went coo-coo?” Hookfang and Barf & Belch both started laughing hard belly rolls. “Well, I swallowed an eel when saving Hiccup from a river full of them. My vision started going blurry, and everything sounded louder. I panicked and ran. I don’t remember much after that, but Meatlug told me there was a skirmish with a Typhoomerang, and Hiccup had to trap me to get me to take medicine- good Thor that was as foul as the eel! - and then after we flew back to Berk, I pretty much fainted onto my slab in a post-eel hangover.” The entire pile of dragons started laughing, including me. “Well, I don’t have to worry about doing that over again.” I said. We all fell asleep, exhausted.
“AIIIIIEEEEE!” I shot up into a battle position. Hookfang was stumbling around in a circle, with a gait like a drunk, over-caffeinated human with a twitching disorder. Little sparks of electricity were coming off the buckles in his saddle. “What in Thor’s name is going on here?!” I exclaimed. “I don’t know!” Stormfly said, panicked. “He just went to take a drink and then started doing… that.” Hookfang shook his head around then turned to us. “Hisnarful blaba witkit!” He said. He paused and crossed his eyes. “Patuka wiful nort!” He tried again. Something in my memory clicked. “Hookfang, did you get electrocuted?” He nodded ferociously. “How in Thor’s name did you get electrocuted?” Meatlug asked. Hookfang grabbed a stick in his mouth and gingerly poked the water. A large, gray eel slithered up and bit the stick in half. He jumped back. “The eel electrocuted you.” Stormfly said, not believing him for a minute. Hookfang snarled. “Harsniffa globble!” He stated. “Does anyone speak post-electrocution?” I groaned, face palming. “Err, loosely translated, he said that the thing just brushed him and he got a huge shock.” Belch said. “How did you learn post-electrocution?” Barf asked. “Snotlout’s been electrocuted 18 times!” Belch explained. “Tuffnut learned it, and I kind of caught on.” “How come you did, but I didn’t? We’re attached, genius!” “You have a different human, genius!” Torch landed a moment later, with a large sail full of fish. “Where did you get that?” I asked. “Off an old wreck,” He said. He stared at Hookfang. “What happened to him?” “He thinks that eel electrocuted him,” I said. Torch peered into the water, then his eyes lit up and he snapped the eel into his mouth. “Mmmm, Electric Eels!” He purred, licking his lips. “Wait, those things are electric?” Stormfly exclaimed. Torch nodded. “They’re one of the most delicious eels out there!” He said. “They use electric shocks to stun their prey. It gives them a really nice kick!” He snapped up another one, this time with little blue sparks coming off it. Despite how unbelievably awful eels were, I couldn’t help being interested. “Err, how do they taste?” I asked. My friends gasped. “Oh no, not again!” Meatlug groaned. “Hey, that was a Blood Bain eel!” I said. We’re not running in fear from it, right?” We all stared at each other. We hadn’t even backed away from the lake when we saw the strange, gray eels. I sniffed at one on the bank, and then cautiously bit a piece off. I swallowed it, and then yelped as Meatlug landed on me. “What do you think you’re doing?” I wheezed, trying to breathe. “Sorry, Toothless, but I’m not going through that again!” She said. “If you’re going to be trying eels, then this is our damage control!” I sat for a moment, then gave a gigantic heave so Meatlug wouldn’t sit on me for the rest of my life. “Okay, Electric Eels are safe.” I announced. Torch just snorted and turned away, obviously exasperated with our fear of eels. I suddenly felt something build up, then a gigantic plasma blast shot out of my mouth and landed in a copse of trees. I panted, trying to figure out whether I was going crazy or not.
“Um, does everything look normal?” Meatlug asked. I blinked, then nodded. “That was just… wow.” I said. “I guess electric eels help with your shot limit.” Stormfly shook her head. “Toothless, sometimes you are crazier than the Twins!”
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Aniu Ravenwolf and Mystery Strike
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Mystery Strike's Story
When Aniu Ravenwolf was just a young Las, she was wondering the icy cold wilderness with her dragon Stromheart a Deadly Nadder. This island was known as Scuttleclaw Island or as Aniu called it Flightmare Island. Flightmare's came here from all round the world to breed and lay their eggs, sadly dragon hunters had been hunting and raiding the island. Most Flightmare's now seek shelter elsewhere leaving fewer and fewer eggs that can survive since few islands are cold enough to hatch them. As Stormheart and Aniu travel around the island they hear a wailing cry and, spot a lone Flightmare hunting the most dangerous prey, desperation has pushed her to the limit the Flightmare has begun to hunt other dragons. The Flightmare's cold shimmering blue scales that shone like a thousand stars glimmered in the long lasting moonlight. As the mother Scuttleclaw fights to defend her clutch of eggs the Flightmare breaths out her toxic mist, to her dismay the Scuttleclaw is unaffected. Aniu thought to herself these dragons must have built up a tolerance to the mist over the past years, more proof of dragon evaluation! The Flightmare's battle was soon over as the desperate mother delivered a crushing blow to the side of the Flightmare. Dazed and bleeding she flew off into the night sky. Aniu quietly fallowed the Flightmare to a cliff side watching as it slowly drifted off to sleep. Aniu quickly went about catching some Arctic fish after she had caught plenty of fish she pilled them next to the sleeping dragon and, flew back to Berk. After Aniu had left a storm was rolling in bring lighting and something deadly to both Scuttleclaw and Flightmare. A Skrill.
Returning With Astrid, Aniu saw the Skrill wreaking havoc on the Island lighting and dragons everywhere! Astrid quickly devised a plan. Aniu and Stormheart lead the crazed Skrill into a trap blasting over and over again. At last the two Nadder riders finally drove the Skrill away! After calming down the terrified Scuttleclaws Aniu and Astrid searched for the Flightmare.
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Toothless’ Dragon Army
The thief came in the night.
I woke up to find myself being dragged across the floor of the cave. Something was trying to lift me up into the air. As soon as they dropped me, I lunged with a roar. “Toothless, it’s me!” Plasma screeched, covering her face with her paws. I let out a heavy breath and got off of her. “Plasma! What are you doing here? And why were you trying to take me with you?” I gave her an odd look. “Look, I’m sorry that happened, but I have to tell you something. It’s-“ “NIGHT FURY!” Stormfly leapt on top of Plasma, her spikes flared and ready to shoot. “No, wait, Stormfly, she’s on our side!” I yelled, pushing her off my sister. “She has Lunar’s scent all over her!” Stormfly growled. “She was with him recently!” Plasma hissed and raised her wings, making her look absolutely terrifying. “That’s because he’s my brother, you prickly thicket!” She roared. Stormfly backed away, terribly confused. “Wait a minute… if Toothless is Lunar’s brother, then that means you’re his…” “SISTER! I am his sister! Hmph, what they taught us at Night Haven wasn’t as far off as I thought.” I turned to face her, my face pulled into a snarl. “Plasma, here is your first lesson around other dragons; every single thing that those dragons taught us at Night Haven was wrong. So wrong I can’t even believe they’ve even seen another dragon! We are not better than them. If anything, they are better than us, because their variety in defense is more advanced than we’ll ever be.” Plasma took a step back, and then dipped her head. “Yes. I’m sorry, I just…” “I know, I really do.” I said. I stepped between the two dragons. “Plasma, this is Stormfly, my second in command. Stormfly, this is Plasma, my younger sister.” They sniffed. “Nice to meet you,” Stormfly said stiffly. “Charmed, I’m sure.” Plasma said with her usual polite manners. They were getting along like a house on fire. Make that a village.
“Toothless, I have news from Berk,” Plasma told me. “Lunar found me and Dive and brought us to the island. I tried to tell Dive what he did but he wouldn’t listen! He hasn’t really said anything since… five years ago… and he’s just wrapped around Lunar’s claw! I didn’t know where else to go to!” I wrapped my wing around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with us.” I said. “There’s more,” Plasma said, growling. “Lunar’s turning the whole island in his favor. The Lead Stinger is insane! He’s making all the dragons do his biding. And why are there so many humans on Berk? I thought that Nests were supposed to be far away from villages!” I cleared my throat. “Er, Plasma, I think you may want to sit down for this…” I turned so she could see my saddle. “On Berk, humans don’t fight dragons. They ride them.” Plasma thought I was joking. “No, I’m not,” I insisted. “My human is Chief Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, and he’s the one who made me my tail.” Her eyes widened. “You have a… you let… how can you… tail…” She flopped onto the ground. “Well, that takes care of that,” Stormfly said, pleased. I looked around. “Where are the others?” I asked. “They went with Torch on a scouting mission,” She explained. “We didn’t want to wake you, so I stayed her to watch over you.” I sighed and settled down next to my sister. “She should stay with us,” I said. “Lunar would kill her, or try to control her if she came back.” Stormfly snorted. “How do you know she isn’t already being controlled?” I shook my head, laughing. “Please, if she were under Lunar’s power, she wouldn’t have fainted like that,” I said. “C’mon, it’s still dark out.” Stormfly laid down on my other side, casting a territorial glance over at Plasma.
“He’s ordering the humans around?!” We all exclaimed the next morning. Plasma nodded miserably. “It’s so weird.” She said. “Lunar makes some of them wait on us, like one of those human kings on the Mainland. If they don’t, they get hung up a pole for hours! It’s so cruel.” She shook her head. “The Lead Stinger makes your human, the chief, follow him around like some sort of pet. He even has a rope to tie around his waist!” I growled, my eyes slitting. “It’s like Drago’s army!” Hookfang suddenly said. “Remember how they had an Alpha Bewilderbeast, but it was really Drago who called the shots? It’s exactly like that, only backwards; Slash is pulling Hiccup around so that the Humans have to obey him!” He hissed. “If I could just get five minutes with that slimy speed slug-“ “We can think about that later!” Stormfly said. “Right now, we have to concentrate on staying alive…” “No, we have to make a plan to stop them!” Hookfang roared. “If any of them hurt Snotlout, I’ll-“ “QUIET!” I roared. “Look, you’re both right; we need to make a plan while staying low. Any suggestions?” We all looked around the group, utterly clueless.
“We can pull a Drago Bludvist!”
We all turned and stared at Barf & Belch. “What are you talking about?” Meatlug asked. “Drago formed a dragon army, remember?” Belch explained. “He had an Alpha, we have an Alpha. We need to find other dragons like us, and then turn them to our cause. They’ll follow a good Alpha willingly.” I dipped my head. “I’m not an Alpha anymore,” I breathed. “I lost, remember?” Stormfly watched me, then poked the back of my head with her tail. My back spines split. “What was that for?” I asked. “Concentrate!” She ordered. “Control me!” I backed away. “I… I can’t! I’m not an Alpha anymore! And I refuse to do that to you!” She snarled. “Just do it! Or are you not the Toothless I know! Are you Blackest?!” My brain twisted. “Don’t talk to me like that!” I roared. She stood up straight, smiling. “Look at yourself,” She said. I turned to my spines. They were glowing blue, just like in the final battle. I ran to the pond and opened my mouth wide. The blue glow was everywhere. “See?” Stormfly said. “You. Are. An. Alpha.” I closed my back plates and the glow faded. I turned to Barf & Belch. “Where do we start with the Dragon Army?”
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“Mounty, are you sure this is the right way?” I asked. We were in a tight tunnel that one of the Whsipering Deaths had dug. It led right to a stable where the green Night Fury and Slash held conference. Mountain Rush glared at me. “Of course I’m sure!” She said, raising her head spines. “I have the best sense of direction of any Nadder alive!” She turned back around and plowed into a brick wall. “That’s my sister; humble as usual.” Vine said sarcastically. Needle and I stiffened a laugh. Mounty was nice, but she was terribly sure of herself. Needle’s blood-red eyes darted from one wall to the next. “I don’t like this place,” She said. “It feels bad. Oh what if the Slash hears us? What if-?” I put a wing around her as she began to panic. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” I told her. “As long as Mounty doesn’t break into a battle poem, well be as quiet as a Boneknapper.” She giggled a little at that. Grassgage shushed us. “We’re here,” He whispered. I crept to the front and moved aside a panel in the wooden column. I could hear everything Slash and Lunar were saying.
“Why can’t we just go out and get him?” Slash asked. He was standing in the center of the room, while Lunar reclined on a fur nest. “I’ve gotten word that he’s on Eel Island- why exactly, is still a mystery- and all I need to do is find a fast dragon to take me there… that Stormcutter certainly would fit the bill…” “Your position as Alpha is shaky at best, Slash,” Lunar said, studying his claws. “The last thing you need is to be gallivanting off on some half-baked conquest.” I growled softly at the sight of the Night Fury. The murderer, the one who killed my mother. It would be such an easy shot from here; he was standing only ten feet away, I only had to be lucky once…
I started as Needle rested her tail on my shoulder. She shook her head. I sighed. Alpha’s words rang through my head. Wait until the right time… when I give the word…
“It will not be secure until I finish Toothless off!” Slash insisted. His tail lashed the ground. “If Toothless is dead, than I am the only Alpha to turn to! It’s simple psychology!” Lunar looked up from his very important task of claw admiration and gazed down upon the Speed Stinger, his greengage eyes glowing with… something. I suddenly realized it was Mindrake power. “Do you realize how loyal these dragons are to my weak little brother?” He asked, his voice echoing off itself. “They’d rise against you if you touched a scale on his head. We have to get them under our full control before we try and take him out.” Slash growled, his stinger jabbed firmly into the floor. “I am the Alpha here, not you!” Lunar stared hard at him, then Slash yelled and toppled to the floor. “You are a low creature,” He said, slithering over to the Speed Stinger. “No flight, no fire, you can’t even see very well during the day. It’s quite depressing, really,” Lunar put a paw on Slash, and something like a small red sun rose out of his chest. The Speed Stinger wheezed and struggled for breath. “I gave you the Ruby Heartstone for a reason, Slash!” Lunar roared, holding the ball of red plasma at the end of his wing. “So you could defeat the Alpha. This does not come at a small price!” He shoved the thing back into Slash’s body, and sniffed as he gasped and filled his lungs with air. “In return, you belong to me, and will follow my bidding, no matter what the costs! Got it, Speed Roach?” Slash got up shakily, a look of absolute terror in his eyes, then, very slowly, bowed down.
. . .
“Are you sure the Red Winged flock is this way?” Hookfang called up. We were flying through thick fog, as was the usual weather pattern on Ghost Island. The place was a ship graveyard, full of small trade wrecks, and army crashes. “I’m positive, I saw their Alpha just a week before the Speed Stingers arrived,” I called back. “We should be getting there right about NOW!” I yelped and swerved to avoid smashing into a large shipwreck. “Great Thor, Ares need’s to get that out of there!” I gasped. “It could take somebody’s head off!” Plasma glided up beside me. “Toothless, who’s this Ares? Is he a friend of yours?” “Sort of,” I explained. “He’s another Alpha. He protects the dragons here. Keep in mind, he’s… different than most of his species, so don’t panic when you see him.” That just made her even more worried. “Er, do they allow Typhoomerangs here?” Torch called up. He was at the front, where his wings wouldn’t buffet us off course. “Most nests don’t. They think we’re too temperamental.” I shook my head. “Don’t worry, Ares let’s in anyone, as long as they’re not another Alpha Species,” I said. “That can cause problems.” I suddenly found my left side flanked by a large, angry Boneknapper. “Ssssstate your buisness!” He hissed. Boneknappers were scary brutes, especially when they had their bone armor intact. “Toothless, Alpha of Berk, here to see Alpha Ares of Ghost Island.” I said, proud of keeping calm when I saw a very fresh skull on the end of the dragon’s tail. He growled and led us further into the fog.
The main nest was in a strange extinct volcano on the coast of Ghost Island. I was tall and covered in strange, sharp spires of obsidion, all the way to the top. From a distance, it looked a bit like a Snoggletog tree. The large, mouth like main entrance loomed over us as we dodged the sharp rocks that sent sailors to their dooms. "Toothless?" Stormfly asked. "This place looks REALLY REALLY familiar. Not in a good way, either." We twisted through the winding lava tubes, until we stopped short at the main room. It was the inside of the volcano, with large rock ledges and a strange, deep drop. The light came from the hundreds of burning fires all along the walls, as dragons lived their daily lives. "Alpha!" The Boneknapper called into a huge cave at the bottom. "You have visitors. The Night Fury says he's the Alpha from the Isle of Berk!" There was a rumble that shook the cavern, and a huge, gray-blue head appeared out of the hole. My friends backed away as the rest of the 14 ton, 200 foot long gray and red dragon rose from the bottom and hovered up to the huge ledge in front of us. He landed and sat down on it, ballancing his weight out by spreading his wings slightly and letting his front leg and long, clubbed tail hang off. He leaned his head down to where we were hovering, his three pairs of eyes blinking. "Ah, Alpha Toothless, I see." He rumbled, his voice sounding like it came from a mountain. That was when Stormfly paniced. "RED DEATH!"
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The King Under the Mountain
Ares caught her before she fainted. “Great Oden’s Ghost, how long were you and your dragons flying for, Toothless?” He asked, all six of his eyes widening. “Err, long enough…” I said. Ares set her down on a ledge, where my friends flew came to guard her. They seemed almost as terrified as she was. “T-T-T-T-Toothless!” Plasma squeaked, trying to hide behind me. “That’s a Red Death! There c-c-c-“ “Yes, I know that the species are cannibals,” I said in a hushed tone. “Ares isn’t like his brethren. He goes out and finds food, like all the other dragons. He’s a bit on the small size, compared to standard Red Deaths, so it isn’t too difficult.” It was true. Ares was about half the size of the old queen, with a much larger frill that came all the way around his chin, since he was male. He was much younger, as well; only about eighty years or so. The one Hiccup and I faced was over 900. I sighed at the thought of Hiccup. “Ares, we are in need of your help,” I called up to him. He turned his head so we were eye level with each other. “Help? What kind of help?” He asked. “A rogue Speed Stinger has taken Berk,” I explained. “He is being controlled by the Mindrake Lunar, another Night Fury. My friends and I are gathering dragons so we can take them down and free both the human and dragon population of Berk.” His eyes narrowed. “Did he challenge you? For Alpha status?” I nodded. “Then there’s nothing you can do, Toothless,” Ares said, shaking his massive head. “If the loser cannot reclaim the throne. That is the rule of Alpha challenges. Trust me, if the Scauldron I challenged could, he would come here everyday to try to get the throne back! Though, it has been several decades, I suppose he’s dead by now…” He realized he was getting of course. “Anyway, I’m sorry, Toothless, but if you don’t like the way Slash is treating your people, there’s nothing I can do to help you. I’m not going to break an ancient dragon code.” He raised his wings to glide back down to his den.
“Sir, Slash shot plasma!”
Ares turned, hissix brows knitted. “What did you just say?” Plasma hovered forward. “In the arena, where Toothless took his challenge, Slash shot a ball of Red Plasma that blew most of the area.” Ares shook his head. “That’s impossible, Speed Stingers can’t shoot anything! They rely on… well, their name says it all.” Plasma flew higher. “Lunar is a Mindrake, who knows what sort of horrible thing he did to that dragon!” She said. “I, for one, would rather not find out, but do you know what this means?” “The Stinger cheated…” Ares said. “You cannot have any assistance if the dragon is mostly the same size as yourself. That plasma would most defiantly count as assistance… yes, maybe…” He turned to me. “I believe we’ve found a loophole, my friend. You are still, technically, the Alpha, it seems.” I blinked, a bit lost. He chuckled at my reaction. “If the challenger uses help from another dragon, no matter what it is, he is immediately stripped of being an Alpha. He does not gain the ability to control, or any… other powers.” I was about to ask what he meant, until something slammed into my face. “SHARPSHOOT! You have got to stop doing that!” I roared as the Terror attached himself to my head. “S-s-s-sorry, Toothless,” He stammered. “I d-d-d-didn’t have t-t-time to slow d-down.” His claws were digging into my scalp. “Plasma, would you untie the piece of paper on his back leg?” She gave me an odd look, but followed my orders and gave it to me. I carefully balanced the note between my front paws to read it. “Ares, we just got news from Berk,” I reported. “A small group of allies stayed behind and have been spying on Slash and Lunar’s movements,” I explained when I caught his confused look. “It says here that they burrowed into a meeting between them. Slash, apparentally, is calling for my blood, but Lunar wants the Berkians to be under his full control before they come to kill me.” “Ha, I’d like to see them try!” Hookfang roared from the group’s perch. Stormfly was starting to come round, which wasn’t easy, considering how Meatlug was sitting on her. “I’m supposing that means they’re going to postpone any fighting,” Ares concluded. “How in Thor’s name did you learn the human language?” I shrugged, which wasn’t easy while flying. “I picked it up,” I said. “Hold on, there’s more; they say that Slash’s new plasma ability comes from an object that Lunar call the “Ruby Heartstone”. They said that Lunar… pulled it out of his chest… I could do without that image… and that it resembled a red sun about the size of a pumpkin. Any idea what it might be?” I looked up and backed away from the Red Death. He was panting heavily, a look of terror coming into his fearsome gaze. “Gods help us all,” He breathed, and then tilted his head back in a roar that shook stones from the ceiling. He hovered above his ledge with long, slow pulls, still roaring a battle cry. Every single dragon in the nest lifted off their ledge and flew in a circle around Ares’ head. “SOUND THE ALARM! EVERY DRAGON UNDER THIS NEST IS TO PREPAR FOR ATTACK!” Ares thundered. Plasma fell to a ledge, covering her ears with her paws. “Ares, what’s the danger?!” I exclaimed, joining the halo around his crest. “The Ruby Heartstone has been hidden under this mountain since my great grandfather’s time! That’s over 100, 000 years!” He roared. “In the hands of a Mindrake, it spells doom for us all! It has the power to give any dragon it’s implanted into the ability to shoot the most powerful breath weapon in our know world!” He moved so that Squeaker and I crashed onto his nose, right in the line of sight of those ice blue eyes. “I will help you with this conquest, Toothless,” He growled, almost making me think a volcano had woken up. “But I will not endanger any of my dragons by following you this day. When it’s time for battle, send word, I will come to Berk, but I cannot let the Mindrake pick off my subjects one by one until there’s none left. I am the King under this mountain, and I plan to have a mountain to rule!” He snorted, blowing me off of him. “Now go, Toothless the Queen Slayer. You have more nests to visit, by thunder you do! It takes more than one nest and a few wild dragons to defeat a Mindrake with the Ruby Heartstone. GO, RUN! Run like your lives depend on it, because they do!” My group shot away from the tornado of dragons, whizzing through the tubes as fast as possible until we rammed straight into the fog bank. We didn’t stop flying until we reached Eel Island once more.
“Toothless… huh, huh… next time we’re going to place full of nice, fluffy bunnies, right?” Plasma panted, losing all energy a few feet off the ground and falling in a pile of leaves. “I didn’t have any idea that would happen!” I said defensively. “And I got him on our side, remember?” “Not until the final battle is Ares going to risk his nest,” Stormfly said. “For now, we’re still on our own. I think we might have better luck convincing wild packs instead of nests, or even loner dragons. Some of the more dangerous types do tend to live alone,” I shook my head. “It would take too long to create a sizable army. We just have to keep trying with different nests. If they’re all like Ares, the Alphas should agree.” We were too exhausted to argue about it further.
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The Warrior’s Promise
“Sparky, aren’t you hungry?” Astrid asked me. I rubbed her hand and pushed my bowl of mutton aside. “Yeah, me neither,” She sighed, playing with her chicken. I couldn’t really understand why humans burnt their food before they ate it. “Chicken was Stormfly’s favorite…” Astrid said, resting her head in her hands. I purred and licked her face. “You miss her too, don’t you?” She said, stroking my head spines. “She kind of adopted you, didn’t she? Huh, I really hope she comes back soon… wonder what’s up with that Speed Stinger…” Her head fell to the table as she fell asleep. I grabbed a blanket from the bed and put it around her shoulders, before beating out the candle and climbing out the window.
I swung across beams and perches, my tail like a Changwing’s tendrils. The Speed Stinger guards that Slash had out in the streets barely glanced up at me when I passed over them, even when I had to swing in a full circle to get momentum. I saw a blue spine stuck in a post and I swung down through an alleyway. I landed on the water shoot, hissing softly when I saw the tiny red glow of Needle’s eyes.
“You’re late,” Grassgage said, tapping his foot on the ground. “Sorry, I had to make sure Astrid was okay for the night,” I said, hanging upside-down from my tail. “What’s tonight’s plan?” “We’re going to the chief’s house,” Needle explained. “Slash keeps Hiccup tied up in there when he’s not towing him around. Valka-Wiseone sleeps with her nest dragons, in the stables now.” “Is Cloudjumper there?” I asked. She nodded. “Good, he’d blow our cover. What about Lunar and Slash?” “Slash is holed up in the Star Cavern and Lunar… I’m not sure about Lunar…” She gave me a frightened look. “Send one of the Whispering Deaths to look for him. They’re usually pretty quiet.” I ordered. “C’mon, troops, lets move out.”
The Alpha’s old house had changed since Toothless was banished. It wasn’t as warm as it was when I first came here. The fires weren’t lit, except for burning food (still don’t get it), and maybe for warmth. The Speed Stinger guards looked around as our wings created a breeze, but then continued chatting in their hyperactive language. I landed on the top floor windowsill last, letting my tail down for Needle to climb up.
“Sparkplug…” Mounty squeaked in the softest whispers. I peered over the edge of the loft, and my nerves did a somersault. Lunar.
“What do you want with me?” Hiccup said to the Night Fury. Lunar slunk towards him, his eyes glowing. “This is bad,” I whispered. “BAD? This is downright apocalyptic!” Grassgage hissed. “Man, if I had Mindrake powers, that Night Fury would be in so much pain right now!” Hiccup yelped and grabbed his head with his hands. “What the- agh!” Hiccup groaned. “No… voices…” Needle shivered next to me. I covered her with my wing, blocking her eyes from the sight. “Toothless is… uh… no, he’d never…” Hiccup fell to his knees, squirming like he was trying to get out of his skin. I felt the lightning I’d stored simmering inside me. “It was an accident… the dragon was controlling him… he didn’t mean to…” I narrowed my eyes. What did he do? “Hmph, you are a surprisingly strong human, I’ll give you that,” Lunar sniffed, the glow in his eyes fading. Hiccup collapsed onto the floor, whimpering and shivering. “I’ve… faced… worse than… you… uuuh……” Hiccup breathed. Lunar smirked. “I highly doubt that, Dragon Trainer,” He spat. My eyes widened. Hiccup could understand him? Lunar turned away to the door. “I will break you yet, Chieftain. Just wait.” He walked out the door, slamming it shut with his tail. I waited a few seconds, then glided down to where Hiccup lay. “Chief! Chief, are you okay?” I asked quietly. Hiccup mumbled something, beads of sweat forming on his skin. He opened his eyes. “S-Sparkplug?” He asked, trying to sit up, but falling again. “Guys, help me!” I called to the others. They rushed over and helped my lift him up to the bed in the loft.
“Why was he torturing him like that?” Mounty asked, her eyes wide and terrified. “I mean, of course he’s evil, but he has to have a reason for doing such a horrible thing!” I shook my head. “I have no idea, but he’s going to do it again.” Hiccup stirred and coughed. “Ugh, that leaves a bad taste in you’re mouth,” He grumbled. He caught sight of Needle. “You’re one of the good ones, I hope,” He said, laughing hollowly. He held out his arm and Needle came to him, the tiny dragon crawling up his arm and nestling around his shoulders. She groomed his head as he went into a coughing fit. “Is it pneumonia?” Grassgage asked worriedly. “No, he’ll be fine by morning,” Needle said. “He’ll have the worst headache in the known world, but he won’t hidefrom it. I hope.” I grabbed the blanket and spread it over Hiccup. He was pretty much dead to the world right now, taking in long, shallow breaths. Mounty found a cloth and soaked it, while Grassgage stood watch at the edge of the loft. I closed my eyes, feeling the lightning in me almost throwing itself at my organs, trying to come out and destroy the one who did this. “We have to stop him.” I said suddenly. The others stared at me. “But, Alpha Toothless…” Grassgage began. “To the Lightning Thieves with Alpha Toothless!” I roared. The Speed Stingers didn’t seem to hear. “He told me not to kill Lunar,” I continued, smirking nastily at the concept. “That doesn’t mean we can’t cause a little trouble for him!” Mounty grinned a little. “What first, General?” She asked. I banked at that. “General?” “Well of course,” Grassgage said, going into teacher mode. “After all, you have all the qualities for a leader; you’re smart, you’re protective, you’re an amazing warrior, and you have a good sense of self-preservation, judging by the way Needle always ends up chasing you in practice…” We all laughed at that. “Anyway, we can’t just start pulling random pranks on Lunar and Slash,” I said, rubbing my chin with my wing claw. “They be on us like a Nadder after a drumstick. We need some sort of disguise.” Grassgage’s eyes lit up, an Idea forming. “Drago’s Dragon Armor!”
We rushed to Gobbers forge, where even across the plaza, we could hear the blacksmith snoring. The Speed Stinger guards that passed by the shack gave the open window of the top floor the most hilarious look ever. “C’mon, all of it’s in here!” Grassgage whispered, lifting up a trap door in the floor. Once we’d all climbed down, he closed the door and lit the torches.
“Holy mother of deadly weaponry!” Mounty gasped, staring. We were in a room full of shining metal armor, for dragons. It was all lined up on shelves, perfectly organized by a meticulous blacksmith. “Dibs on that scarred Nadder helmet!” Mounty said. We rushed around the room, trying to find things that fit. “Hey, Sparkplug, this could fit you,” Needle said, holding up a triangle shaped helmet. I slipped it on. “It’s a bit big, but it’s the only one that looks like it’s supposed to be on my head.” I joked. I found a breastplate that was probably meant for a Monstrous Nightmare, but fit me enough to keep my characteristic scars hidden. Grassgage tipped over a box and gasped. “Guys, I just struck the mother load!” We looked at the pile of metal on the floor. “What are they?” Needle asked, picking one up. She put them on her front claws and scraped at the wooden floor. It left inch deep gouges. “They’re claw extensions!” I realized. “I think they’re so you can dig deeper wounds!” We dug in; all of the armor fitting like it was made for us. We suddenly heard footsteps above us. “Alright, oo’s down there?” Gobber growled. He came down the ladder. “Even durin’ a time of national security, I still ‘ave ta keep Ruff and Tuff from foolin’ around in ‘ere!” He grumbled. He turned around and looked on to an empty room.
“Phew, that was close!” Mounty gasped, flapping as hard as she could. The armor was almost weightless. “Tell me about it, I thought he was fast asleep!” Needle laughed from my back. “How do you think Hiccup’s doing?” I asked. “He was breathing easier when we left,” Grassgage pointed out. “He should be okay.” I huffed, looking down at the sea. “Lunar doesn’t scare me anymore,” I growled. “He disgusts me!”
I finally landed back at Astrid’s house after dropping off Needle. Astrid was right where I left her. I sighed, shaking off the armor and hiding it in an old chest. I climbed up to the roof and looked to the moon.
“I will not let him hurt anyone I love, Mom,” I prayed. “Not again. Not after you.”