Book 6 - Mystery of Shadow Mountain - Chapter 1: Starting with a Storm

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Welcome to my sixth book of my Jarl Mollerson Mystery Series!


Glad you clicked on the thread to read the next installment of a series I do not plan on stopping anytime soon.


At this point, you as the reader know as much as I know as the author.


I have found writing this way more enjoyable than knowing several chapters ahead or even the whole book.  This also provides away for any of my readers' characters to add changes on the fly and it still makes sense in the book.  Any suggestions you guys make will also help me continue the story and develop it.


How you guys enjoy this new mystery story!




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


The Clue of the Missing Socks.

Chapters 1 and 2                         Chapter 3                                       Chapter 4

Chapter 5                                      Chapter 6                                        Chapter 7

Chapters 8 and 9                        Chapter 10                                     Chapter 11

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

Chapter 18                                    Chapter 19                                      Chapter 20

Chapter 21 and 22                      Chapter 23                                     Chapter 24 and 25

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

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

Chapter 29                                   Chapter 30                                       Chapter 31

Chapter 32                                   Chapter 33                                       Chapter 34

Chapter 35                                   Chapter 36                                       Chapter 37

Chapter 38                                   Chapter 39                                       Chapter 40

Chapter 41                                   Chapter 42                                       Chapter 43

Chapter 44                                   Chapter 45, Parts 1 and 2


The Mysterious Frozen Fire

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

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

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

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

Chapter 22, Part 3

Epilogue/Preview for my Third Story!


Thoughts of Guilt

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

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

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

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

Chapter 23         Chapter 24         Chapter 25         Chapter 26         Chapter 27

Chapter 28         Chapter 29         Chapter 30         Chapter 31         Chapter 32

Chapter 33         Chapter 34         Chapter 35         Chapter 36 and 37

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

Chapter 42, Parts 1 and 2         Chapter 43         Chapter 44

Chapter 45, Part 1         Chapter 45, Part 2


On the Edge of Mystery

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


The Secret Symbol

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5

Chapter 6    Chapter 7     Chapter 8    Chapter 9    Chapter 10

Chapter 11    Chapter 12    Chapter 13    Chapter 14    Chapter 15

Chapter 16    Chapter 17    Chapter 18    Chapter 19    Chapter 20

Chapter 21   Chapter 22   Chapter 23   Chapter 24 and 25

Chapter 26    Chapter 27    Chapter 28    Chapter 29 and 30

Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34    Chapter 35

Chapter 36    Chapter 37    Chapter 38    Chapter 39

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


The Legend of Shadow Mountain

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5

Chapter 6    Chapter 7    Chapter 8    Chapter 9    Chapter 10

Chapter 11    Chapter 12    Chapter 13    Chapter 14    Chapter 15

Chapter 16   Chapter 17    Chapter 18    Chapter 19    Chapter 20

Chapter 21    Chapter 22    Chapter 23    Chapter 24    Chapter 25

Chapter 26    Chapter 27    Chapter 28    Chapter 29    Chapter 30

Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34    Chapter 35

Chapter 36    Chapter 37    Chapter 38    Chapter 39    Chapter 40

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

Chapter 47    Chapter 48    Chapter 49    Chapter 50    Chapter 51


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


The Crimson Storm

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

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

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

Chapter 19    Chapter 20    Chapter 21    Chapter 22    Chapter 23

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

Chapter 30    Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34

Chapter 35 and Epilogue

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Mystery of Shadow Mountain


Chapter 1

Starting with a Storm


         “Ugg.  I thought we were going to be doing mystery stuff with our dragons,” declared Hannah Olson.

         Her younger sister, Abbie, added, “Not that I want to agree with her, as I rarely should, but I was expecting a little bit more than just a boat ride.”

         Abbie folded her arms as my father, Sigvald Mollerson, stepped down from the bow and corrected Abbie, “Really, it should be called a ship.  The boat is the scouting boat on the side.  Row boat… sail boat…”

         Hannah quipped, “Sail boat?  Well, what are we doing with the wind now?  The wind is just happening to run into our sail and push our bo… ship along?”

         My father chuckled, “Technically, you are right.  But look at it this way.  A boat can fit in or on a ship.  A ship cannot fit in or on a boat.  Unless we are talking about shipping a couple, that is another story.”

         I could only facepalm, “That’s what I was thinking of saying, but when you say… Nah, it does not come across the same way.”

         “Oh, Jarl,” my mother, Svana, interrupted.  “You don’t know Sigvald like I do.  He will do that as much as he can, especially if you guys are around, Jarl, Asvord, and Elsa, but he does get a lot of chances to bounce these jokes off people because he’s stuck on Berk… I mean… Working on Berk.”

         My dad just rolled his eyes and went back to taking command of the ship.

         As you all well know by now, I am Jarl Mollerson, self-proclaimed world’s best mystery conqueror.

         “Who are you talking to?” asks Cazi as she walks behind me as I lean over the side of the ship.

         “Uh…,” I stutter somewhat caught off guard.  “Just talking to myself.”

         “Oh, okay,” Cazi continued.

         Anyway, she does bring up a good point.  No one will know what I am saying until I write it down in my books.  I have four of my five mysteries written down.  Have not had much of a chance to write down my last mystery.  However, when I get time, I take notes on my mystery, so I can write them down at any time.  So, if I were writing my book this very minute, what I am saying would be the narration of the story; also, what my thoughts are.  I have gone back and forth with myself, debating whether or not these narration thoughts should have quotation marks or not.  Technically, I am speaking so it is dialogue.  But at the same times, it is the narration which does not need quotation marks.

         Why am I talking to myself again?  Oh, yeah…

         My name is… I did that… Moving on…

         Setting the scene, we are out on the sea in a ship sailing westward.  The ship is a large ship with one main sail in the middle.  The companions I have with me are the following: Annabeth Everdeen, Cazi Olson along with her two younger sisters, Hannah and Abbie, Dawn Evergreen technically Everdeen, Angie Carolina, Ali Clar the Kind, Garth of Izar, Hyrith son of Goldern, Explodantor son of Ragvald, Meen Mordson, and my two sisters, the one older than me, Asvord, and the one younger than me Elsa.  My father is heading this journey and my mother is accompanying.  Dad is acting captain as the rest of us as our crew; mother is First Mate.

         Since The Secret Symbol, there has been no new mystery for us to solve.  For all intents and purposes, we have just been mulling about.  At the suggestion of my dad and a few ideas from Hiccup, I decided that my friends and I should undergo some training.  We are all great vikings with our dragons.  But are we good without them?  That is the question.  Vikings at one point obviously had to fight dragons, and thus, being a viking now is just not being good with a dragon.  What if at some point we are separated from our dragons?  Or, something happened to our dragons and we would have to do things the old-fashioned way?  This is way this training exercise is supposed to help with:  My friends and I to know what it takes to successfully sail from one point to another, on a ship, for a few days, survive on an island, and fend for ourselves, all without having our dragons at any point.

         Annabeth comes over to my right side and leans over the edge like I am and putting her left arm around me, giving me a small hug, “How are you doing?”

         “Fine,” I replied.  “How are you?”

         “A bit worried about you,” came her answer.

         “Worried about me?” I echoed.

         Annabeth explained, “Yes, I am.  Though it has only been a short period of time between your last mystery and now, but you need a mystery to work on.”

         I responded with, “Having a mystery is nice and I enjoy a good one, don’t get me wrong, but I see it differently now.  This last week has really shown me a lot and who I am as a person.  I now understand.”

         “What would that be?” asks Annabeth.

         “Now that I have you, that is all I’ll ever need,” I smiled.

         “Well,” Annabeth chuckled.  “You’ll need air, food, water, exercise, a few other things…”

         “Haha, very funny,” I laughed.  “I actually thought of that right as you said it.”

         Annabeth then rested her head on my right shoulder, reaching around and through with her arms to hold on to my right arm, she said, “I hope you were going to say that.  It is the same with me to you, besides the obvious needs for staying alive.  I’ll always be by your side.”

         At the end of my last mystery, I finally made the decision of betrothal to my best friend of what seems like many years over the course of several adventures.  Marrying my beloved Annabeth Everdeen is as good as done right now, we just need to plan ahead, get a date set, and sort a few other things out.  We both agree there is no rush.  On the other hand, we have known each other from about five years now, so, we do not want to wait too much longer.  It has been long enough.  We just want to take everything in stride and do the right thing.

         We stood there for a few minutes gazing across the ocean.  Then my father called me to the bow of the ship.  I stood up and turned to see what he wants.

         “Okay,” Annabeth retorted, sighing as she sat her right elbow on the edge of the ship to rest her chin in the palm of her right hand.  “Maybe not physically by your side at every waking moment.”

         “Sorry,” dad chuckled.  “but I wouldn’t call him if it wasn’t important.”

         Seeing my father’s expression that it is important, I started for him.  But not before kissing the left side of Annabeth’s head.

         Briskly walking up to meet him, I say, “What’s up?”

         Father hands me his spy glass and points as he answers, “West by northwest, one hundred yards.”

         Looking at the place he is pointing to, I study the area.  It did not take me more than a few seconds to see what is wrong.

         “Shipwreck,” I declared.  This got everyone’s attention.

         “That’s what I think too, but something’s strange,” father reported.  “And I don’t like to see something strange on the horizon.”

         “That is not all that is on the horizon.  There is something else,” I add.  “A storm is going.  Look at the front moving in.”

         I point out a layer of clouds forming a storm front; the clouds are starting to roll back on themselves.  This happens when a warm front meets and cold front.  By the looks of things, the cold front is trying to go over the warm front.  Because cold air naturally falls to the ground and warm air rises, when two fronts who try to flip the roles, storms brew and rise up.  The two forces create a conflict in wanting to go down while the other wants to go up.  This conflict brings forth the storm.

         Father agreed, “Seeing the clouds the other day, I knew it was going to rain.  Good opportunity for a storm too; about due for one.”

         Dawn could not believe her ears, “You knew it was going to rain, let alone storm?”

         “When you put it that way, it sounds less inviting of a challenge to something I was not intending it to be like,” father explained.  “I wanted you guys to have the full experience of what it is like on the seas, storms and challenges in all.”

         Cazi then said, “That does make sense.”

         Hannah brashly questioned, “Sense?  What, do you want us to be in danger?”

         Annabeth haphazardly interjected, “Welcome to life with the Mollersons.”

         Hannah is about to continue, but Cazi stepped in, “It makes sense from the point of view of getting something out of this voyage to learn from.  If there are no challenges, how are you going to remember what you learned?  The best way is through application to your situational practice.”

         Hannah began to open her mouth yet stopped short realizing her older sibling is correct; Hannah folded her arms a muttered, “Shut op Skrill-Face.”

         I always wondered what it would be like if my crew had a Snotlout and Twins.  Now, I know.  Cazi tells me Hannah is more like Snotlout than anybody she knows, other than Snotlout.  Abbie’s a bit more laid back or reserved, but she will be ready to step up when her name is called.

         My crew does not have a “twin like viking” in the bunch, probably for the best.  I do not know even if there is another pair of vikings much like the twins.  Although the Olson Triplets, Cazi’s three younger brothers, come very close.  In my crew as it stands, Dawn could be compared to the twins in certain aspects.  Dawn will go on her first instinct and go all in as do the Twins do.  Dawn’s saving grace maybe that she is a Berserker and that is what they normally do.  That being said, they have more control over it and usually will not cause too much trouble; most of the time.

         My father gave some orders to us the crew of the ship to secure all belongings and gear either down below in the hold or fasten down on deck.  All ropes for the large sail are tightened and checked to make sure they will not come lose if or rather when we are tossed by the waves of the sea and knocked by the winds.

         Father maneuvered the ship towards the shipwreck to investigate.  As soon as we neared it, we all felt a rush of cold air come at us.

         Dawn announced, “Why did it have to get so cold all of a sudden?”

         “That’s what a cold front will do to you,” I replied.  “Though, this is much colder than most fronts are.  So, the rest of you better be on your best guard because a front this cold means there is going to be winds to match in intensity as well as a storm.”

         Everyone nodded and became serious.

         My father pulled the ship up alongside the starboard side of the ship, the right side, and set anchor to investigate.  My father, mother, Annabeth, and I jumped from ship to ship to see what is going on.

         “Jarl,” came my dad.  “You and Annabeth check below.  I’ll check the captain’s quarters and the deck for any clues.”

         “Alright,” I answered.

         On this particular ship, the captain’s quarters are on the main deck.  Progressing down the cargo hold steps, with Annabeth behind me, we see a completely empty hold.

         Annabeth wondered, “Either they just got through with a cargo drop off, or someone picked it clean.”

         “It might just be me and thinking of the mystery part of it,” I started.  “But I would pick the latter.  Why would a ship of this nature just be sitting out in the middle of the ocean with no cargo?  My guess is this ship was attacked, hence the damaged mast and outside hull.  No signs of struggles, however.  If there was a fight, whoever it was cleaned up after themselves leaving no evidence of anything.”

         The ship is not huge, but it is still a fairly good side cargo ship.  There was no sail on the mast, so we could not see if this is a Berkian ship.  Just by the looks of it and the way it is built, there is no way this is a ship from Berk.

         “Jarl, get up here,” called out my father.

         Quickly obeying, Annabeth and I ran up the stairs.

         Father quickly said, “The quarters have been picked clean and no clues as to what clan this ship belongs to.  But we have bigger problems on our hands.”

         Father pointed and started from our ship.  He points towards the storm front moving in and man do the clouds look ominous.  It is still the middle of the day, but with the cold front past us and the storm front nearly on top of us, the ominous clouds of a very dark gray caused the sun to be completely blocked out.  For the middle of the day, it became dark.  Still as light as a cloudy day would, but adding in the dark clouds, and it seems darker.

         “We need to find our island soon,” mother declared.

         Asvord asked, “What island?”

         Father replied as he hurriedly reeled in the anchor with the help of Hyrith and Garth, “The island we are taking you guys to is to do some good old fashioned viking survival training.  With this storm, we all may get a little bit more than we bargained for.  We must reach landfall before the heart of the storm hits.”

         Father then told Hyrith, Explod, Garth, and myself to man the oars, to increase our speed going into the wind.  Father is at the helm, steering with the rudder.  Annabeth, Cazi, and Asvord are to make sure all of the ropes to everything, mainly the sail, stay secured, fastened, and tightened.  Dawn, Hannah, Angie, and Ali all volunteered to be additional rowers.  My father gladly accepted as we need as much speed as we can get going into the wind.  Finally, Elsa, Abbie, and Meen were told by my father to help spot land or any obstacles in the way of the ship; mother would help monitor them to help as well as spot.

         Everyone now became silent, ready for orders.  All that could be heard is the wind.  The cold could definitely be felt.  I am on the left side with Hyrith, Explod, Dawn, and Hannah currently rowing.  Father also started us on a rhythm to keep us going at the same time, both sides rowing in unison.

         The storm constantly picks up in intensity.  The water became quite choppy and larger waves started forming.  With us rowing, we are able to get the ship up to a quick and constant speed.

         Ten minutes later, the seas began to become very choppy.  We also could see the rain coming from about a mile away.  As the rain continued to come, the wind mustered up a very large wave coming straight for us.  Father angled the ship not directly for the wave, but at a diagonal so as to less the magnitude of the wave against the ship.

         “When I give the signal, guys,” father addressed the ones rowing.  About two minutes later as the wave is about to hit, “Bring in the oars and brace yourselves.”

         We, who were rowing, immediately brought in the oars and secured them.  We stood in a bracing stance as the wave rose our ship up.  The wave itself is not all that violent.  The angle at which it titled the ship is quite steep.  Our feet wanted to slide out from under us, but leaning forward plus holding on to the edge or parts of the ship helped.

         As we reached the picked, Abbie yelled out as the ship went down the other side of the wave, “Land yo!  Four hundred yards off starboard bow!”

         “Thank you, Abbie!” declared father just to acknowledge the report.  “Rowers!  Back to your stations!  We need to go full speed ahead to make it to that island!  It should be the one we are looking for, but at this point, any island will do.”

         The rest of the designated rowers and myself unsecured the oars and went back to our spot we had been previously.  Dad started the rhythm through a chant and the ship gained speed as we tried to make the island before the heart of the storm hit.  A few minutes later, the rain came and started pour pouring buckets of water on us, excluding the buckets.

         Then a flash of lightning very close by struck and a clap of thunder sounded ten times louder than Fredrick belching!

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Very cool! Looking forward to the next one.
Also, Hannah has that Snotlout vibe. I love it. You're doing a good job with both of Cazi's sisters

Edit: I just noticed that at the end of the chapter, Abbie yells "Land censored!"



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I fixed it and put "yo".

I fixed it and put "yo".

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About me:

Personality: lazy, picky, shy, nosy

Favorite dragon: Tide Glider, Sand Wraith, and Flightmare

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

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

Favorite place in game: Berk Docks

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

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Dragon 1. Female Deadly Nadder named Lightningsky (titan)

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

Dragon 3. Male Monstrous Nightmare named Firestorm (adult)

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

Dragon 5. Male Gronckle Named Silver Stone (adult)

Dragon 6. Female Devilish Dervish named Ragestorm (adult)

Dragon 7. Female Gronckle named Rocklette (adult)

Dragon 8. Female Stormcutter named Stormblaze (adult)

Dragon 9. Male Thunderdrum named Thunderglory (adult)

Dragon 10. Male Groncicle named Icicle (adult)

Dragon 11. Male Razorwhip named Hurricane (adult)

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

Dragon 13. Female Deathsong named Melody (adult)

Dragon 14. Male Armorwing named Armor Kelp (adult)

Dragon 15. Male Whispering Death named Razorcrusher (adult)

Dragon 16. Male Thunderdrum named Thunder Wave (adult)

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

Dragon 18. Female Eruptodon named Sparkrystal (adult)

Dragon 19. Male thunderdrum named Thunderash (adult)

Dragon 20. Female Snow Wraith named Snowfluff (adult)

Dragon 21. Female Quaken named Air Crumble (adult)

Dragon 22. Male Sweet Death named Sugarrush (adult)

Dragon 23. Male Screaming Death named Firescream (adult)

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

Dragon 25. Male Prickleboggle named Cucumber (adult)

Dragon 26. Male Hobblegrunt named Airdew (adult)

Dragon 27. Female Raincutter named Aireign (adult)

Dragon 28. Female Monstrous Nightmare named Darkfyre (adult)

Dragon 29. Female Tide Glider named Sundance (adult)

Dragon 30. Female Thunderpede named Lavacrash (teen)

Dragon 31. Male Deathsong named Harmony (teen)

Dragon 32. Male Thunderpede named Blackice (baby)

Dragon 33. Male Sand Wraith named Moonrise (adult)

Dragon 34. Female Skrill named Stormbolt (teen)

Dragon 35. Male Mudraker named Earthlake (teen)

Dragon 36. Male Moldruffle named Mudslide (teen)

Dragon 37. Female Shivertooth named Sparkle light (teen)

Dragon 38. Male Sliquifier named Seadance (teen)




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


My background story for my main OC

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


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













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



















My main dragons: 


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





Adventuring: Sundance, my intelligent Tide Glider 





Battle: Cucumber, my very aggressive Prickleboggle 


















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I do this for a few of my readers, would you like pm updates when a new chapter is out?

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Yes please!!! These books are great and i love reading them. Lately ive been more of a silent viewer, so please don't think I don't read them even if i don't post a comment.

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Will do.  Thank you very much! :D  Don't worry, I know I have a lot of silent readers.  Some don't reply but give suggestions and say things in pms, which is totally fine.  As long as I know one person is reading my stories, I will keep writing them.


I should have another chapter up tonight, so I will send the pm then.