On the Edge of Mystery: Chapter 34, Parts 1 and 2: Duel of All Duels

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On the Edge of

On the Edge of Mystery

Chapter 34, Part 1

Duel of All Duels


         “Well, now,” Annabeth said finally after Dagur laughed obnoxiously for several minutes.  “What should we do with him?”

         “Let’s throw him into Speed Stinger pit!” Dagur said excitingly.

         I almost expected Annabeth to agree to it, because of confusing she has been, “Nah, would be messy.  Besides, I have something special planned for him.  Is everything set up?”

         “Yes,” Dagur disappointingly said.

         With that Dagur walked out, but not before taking possession of my weapons.  Annabeth paused for a second and then rushed over to the door.  She cracked it open to see where Dagur was.  Annabeth was satisfied and ran back over to me and hugged me, nearly tackling me.

         “Okay, I am totally confused right now,” I declared.

         Annabeth laughed, “That is my fault, but I had hardly a choice.  Did you mean what you said?”

         “Said what?” I echoed.

         “About not feeling the way you did about leaving me… well me making you leave?” Annabeth stated.

         I nodded, “Yes, I meant every word of it.”

         “Good, because I felt the same way,” Annabeth agreed.  “Even though I knew why I did it.”

         I questioned, “Why did you do it?”

         “I can’t spend much time here, they may get suspicious.  But Sirena should be all there needs to be said,” Annabeth said.

         I nodded as she continued, “Whatever happens, will you follow my lead so we both get out of this?”

         “Yes, I will,” I replied.

         “I don’t have a lot of time,” Annabeth stated.  “But…”

         Annabeth hugged me again; I hugged her back, “Whatever happens… I need you… to trust me.”

         I looked Annabeth square in the eyes, grabbing both of her soldiers, “I trust you.”

         We hugged once more before she left, “Sleep well.”

         Annabeth left the room and I was left to think of what just happened.  I trust the Annabeth I knew on Mystery.  Is this the same Annabeth?  I will soon find out.

         “Now how am I supposed to sleep at a time like this?” I thought.  “I guess be ready for anything, like Annabeth said.”

         When I laid down on the bunk, I did not realize how tired I really was.  So, I actually did fall asleep.  This has been the first time I have been able to slow down and just rest.


         A shooting pain in my side was felt followed by some muffled noises.

         “Wha- who?” I mumbled.

         “Get up!” said someone gruffly.

         Someone had hit me in the side to wake me up.  Opening up my eyes and bringing in my surroundings, I am surrounded by Berserker soldiers.

         “Stand boy, before-,” before the soldier could finish, Annabeth walked in the room.  “Oh it is just you,” said the soldier.

         “Just me?!” demanded Annabeth.  “Do you know who I am?!”

         “Yeah,” the soldier chuckled.  “Dagur’s baby sis.”

         Annabeth looked very angry.  So angry that she stomped over to the soldier next to me and grabbed him by the back of the neck and the seat of his pants and drove him out of the room, throwing him out.

         “Anybody else want to question my authority?” Annabeth asked.  “Didn’t think so.  Take the prisoner to the arena.”

         Have I said I am confused?  Annabeth is not Annabeth anymore.  Or is she?  I am pretty sure she is the same.  But I do not know for sure.  One day she dumbs me, the next minute she is sorry she did but had reasons, the next she actually likes Dagur, the next she tells me to play along, and now she throws a Berserker out onto his behind.  Has she really gone berserk?

         I followed behind Annabeth as she led the way to a centralized building of the compound.  It is still dark out.  By what I can tell by the moon, it has only been a few hours since I arrived and was captured.  We entered the building only to go down a group of stairs.  Sounds of chanting and yellow could be heard, though they were coming from someplace other than the building we entered.  As we continued down the stairs, the chanting grew louder.

         There below is an arena, much like the Academy, back on Berk, just below ground and without a cage.  All the other Berserker soldiers filed in the seating around the arena while Annabeth stayed in front.  The seating arrangement is that of a yak shoe with the front of the “shoe” having three chairs.  Two of the chairs are smaller and less prominent while the middle chair looks as if a king once ruled this island from there.  Yet, the chair is worn and withered with age, just like the Berserker who sits there now, Dagur the Deranaged.

         The arena is twice if not thrice the size of the Academy arena, so it did not take long to walk into the middle of the arena here.  The arena is completely made out of stone, except for the pillars, seating, and the chain chandelier above shining light on us.

         Annabeth stopped for me to continue past her.  Not a glimpse of fear or trembling from her face or body language could be seen.  I have a feeling what is about to happen and you would think that Annabeth would stop it.  Maybe she is… in her own way… her own berserk way.

         I whispered to myself, “Does the guy ever shave or does his facial hair grow like that?”

         “Silence!” ordered Annabeth, shoving me in the direction of Dagur.

         I was not expecting that, lost my balance, and fell.

         Annabeth had been following me once I passed her, rushed over to me and shouted at me, “Stand and face your accuser!”  Annabeth hurriedly added in a soft tone near my ear, “Change in plans.  Follow my lead.”

         “Back we go to mysterious Annabeth,” I rolled my eyes as I thought.  I then said aloud, “What are the charges?”

         “Quiet down now,” Dagur stated.  “Quiet down everyone.”

         They were not quieting down.

         “Quiet down I said!  That is an order!!”

         With that everyone did.  Dagur looked like his evil self but took a few deep breaths and calmed down to his weird, smiling self.

         “You have been brought before me after being captured,” Dagur began.

         “What’s new?” I rebutted.

         Dagur paused for a second but continued as if he was not interrupted, “On the charges of being a nuisance and giving me a headache every time your name is brought up.”

         I butted in again, “And that’ssssssss-baaad?

         Dagur froze with his eyes wide open in annoyance, “If have poked and prodded and gave every little problem to me for your last time.  I have other plans for Hiccup and his little group and every time I turn around…,” Dagur started working up a storm, getting mad and pointing in my face.  “…you show up with your little band of playmates ruining my days.”

         “Aw,” I said with a sarcastic pouty face.  “Does de poor little bitty Dagger get a headache when old Jarl comes a knockin’?”

         “Enough!”  Dagur demanded.  “I have had enough of you bugging in where you are not to be bugging in.  My life was going great until you and your band showed up.  The only good thing out of it, I found a long, lost sister of mine.  Other than that, your stinking medling has caused me great pain!  You are worse than Yaknog made fresh!!”

         “Oh, so you have heard of Yaknog too?” I asked, smiling.  “News travels fast.  It has to be the worst drink ever known to man.  It has to be, or else why does the whole Archipelago from Viking to soldier to enemy and pirate know about it?  Have you ever had Yaknog, Dagur?”

         “No actually I hav-… Don’t get me side tracked!” Dagur yelled and back handed me across the face with his right hand.

         Slowly turning my head back around to see him, adjusting my jaw, “You’re going to rue the day you ever did that.”

         “No I won’t,” Dagur said, smart-aleckly.  “Because it is night right now!  Muahaha!!”

         When Dagur said that I replied, “True point,” but I was drowned out by other Berserker soldiers chiming in laughing with Dagur.

         “Shush!” ordered Dagur.  “Did I give any of you, permission to laugh with me?”

         No’s could be heard throughout the crowd, Dagur replied, “Didn’t think so!”

         I replied smugly, “You didn’t get permission from yourself to laugh.”

         “SHUSH!” Dagur swung back.

         “Dagur!” commanded Annabeth.  “Focus.”

         “Alright!  Alright,” he said calming himself down.  “Now, if it were up to me, I would just throw you into a pit of some kind and watch you be torn apart by something.  I was thinking a Speed Stinger pit.”

         Annabeth said with an upwards tone, “Dagur?”

         “Right,” Dagur continued.  “I would love to do that to you.  Frankly, I would just like to see what a pack of Speed Stingers would do to a viking… though Speed Stingers would be hard to catch…”

         Dagur got caught looking behind me at Annabeth.

         “Anyway,” Dagur still continued.  “The Right of the Sword has been issued.  According to Berserkian Tradition, when this right has been given, it must be followed out to the letter.  However, only those who are heirs to the thrown of the Berserkers are allowed to invoke such a law.”

         Someone from the crowd said, “I didn’t know we had that law,”

         I asked, “Who used this law?  You?”

         “I did,” came the voice behind me.

         “Annabeth?” I said, caught off guard.

         Dagur replied, “Yes.  Yes, ironically, Annabeth gave the Right to the Sword… and you’re her opponent.”

         “Why?” I said, narrowing my gaze as I am very unsure at the moment.

         “Because an attack had been made against the chief of the tribe or member of the family, thus this grants any member of said family member to the chief of the tribe to therefore declare the Right of the Sword to challenge the attacker of said member of the family or chief of the tribe, giving the opportunity both sides to settle things like vikings,” Annabeth made known to everyone in the arena.

         “No, I mean, why are you fighting me?” I changed the emphasis as I turned to face my friend.

         “Because you have attacked my brother, Dagur the Deranged, Chief of the Berserker Tribe, I challenge you to a duel,” Annabeth answered.  “But because of all the things you have done for me, it is also Berserker Tradition that the attacker be given the right to defend his attack by The Right of the Sword.  And seeing how you don’t have a sword, you can use one of mine.”

         Annabeth took out both of her swords, keeping one and tossing me the other one; I caught the handle with my right hand.

         Annabeth said, “From the first time I crashed on the shores of Berk, you were there.  When I was struggling with my past about my real- adopted parents, you were there.  When we even found Truvor, you were there and defeated him.  When I was having trouble with my dragons, you were there.  When I found out I was a Berserker, you were there.  You didn’t care who I was-.”

         “I still don’t,” I interjected.

         “All you care is what I am tomorrow, today, right now,” added Annabeth.

         “Yes, so why are you doing this?” I questioned.

         Annabeth replied, “I am a Berserker,” she pointed at her heart.  She then shook her head and spread her arms out saying, “I can’t change who I am.”  Annabeth paused, “Since I can’t change myself for who I am, it is a Berserker tradition if the Berserker wants to challenge the attacker.  But because the attacker once helped one of the family, tradition stipulates that the attacker can defend himself… and hidehonorably by the sword.”

         Finally, I saw some slight and subtle emotion from Annabeth: She titled back her head to hold back some tears… as her eyes are very shinny.

         Knowing the moment is tense and if I am to perform well to have my wits about me, I need to relax; so, I asked, “What if the attacker’s main weapon is not a sword?”

         Both Annabeth and Dagur looked at me as if they could see right through me; I explained, “I mean if they are supposed to hidehonorably, they should be able to use the weapon of their choice which they are most skilled in.”

         Silence came.

         Dagur finally said, “You have a point.  Someone make a note of that!”

         Annabeth asked, “So, do you want your bow?”

         “Hmm… no, that’s fine,” I responded.  “If we are supposed to stay with tradition here, then make it so both have to have the same weapon.  Either sword on sword, bow on bow, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.”

         Annabeth nodded, “Makes sense.”

         After a moment, Annabeth raised her sword at me.  I raised mine at her.  Our swords grazed each other’s.  The battle begins.



Chapter 34, Part 2

Duel of All Duels


         Annabeth started out simple, only using easy parries.  I blocked them all.  I have in my mind to block every attack by Annabeth.  I do not want to fight my best friend.

         After a few minutes of her attacking and me blocking, the crowd started to get restless; they wanted to see a fight.  Almost on cue, Annabeth started to pick up the pace and increasing threw more difficult parries; each one more advance than the last.  Now, I actually have to be on the offensive some just to continue to survive.  Thrusts, jabs, pushes, pulls, swings, swipes… all coming from all directions.  Everything she threw at me, I blocked.  She occasionally also followed a move by a spin move to smoothly transition to a swing.  Doing this allows the attacker more speed and force in the next move they choose.

         As soon as the crowd started getting into it, Annabeth’s demeanor seemed to change again.  After a big thrust from Annabeth and me using my sword, with both hands on the handle, counteracting her force, I suddenly let all of my pressure go and step back; also, making sure to use my sword against hers that she could not swing at me as she fell off balance.  She turned to look at me.

         The look Annabeth gave… I have to say… looked nearly the same as Dagur looks when he is his evil self.  Annabeth roared and came screaming at me, followed by a fury of unique attacks only developed from her own style.  She tried swinging left to right and back again with as much force as I have ever seen Annabeth use.  Our swords clanged and “zinged” off of each other as used my sword to have hers slide of mine… But she surprised me with a punch to the jaw.

         The crowd, “Ooo’ed,” and “Awed,” at the punch.  Annabeth lowered her sword to let me soak in the blow.  I slowly turned back my head, while using my left hand to check my face.  On the left side of my mouth, my lip was bleeding.  My only hope now is to disarm my friend.

         “Okay,” I declared.  “If that’s the way you want it, that’s the way you’re gonna get it.”

         Now I went on the offensive.  Using only my right hand on the sword and my left hand out and up for balance, I attacked.  At first I only used simply swipes, back and forth, to get Annabeth’s attention.  When I lunged forward, she blocked and immediately followed with a lunge of her own, but I dove below her sword and Annabeth flew over top me.  Annabeth did her best to roll, although she was knocked down to her feet.  She quickly gathered herself to fight me back.

         I defended well, but retreated… on purpose.  There are posts or really square pillars holding up the ceiling above us.  I ran towards those.  Annabeth ran after me.  I ran to my right and arced over to the left.  It only took a few long strides to reach them.  I “wall” ran on two of the pillars, left foot than right; but on the third I pushed off with my right foot back towards Annabeth.  She totally was not expecting this.  However, she did intentionally start to fall backwards before our swords clashed.  Annabeth used my momentum against me and sent me into a somersault.  I rolled back up to my feet.  Annabeth again had to pick herself back up to stand.

         The crowd now is nearly full throat screaming and yelling.  Also, cheering; but I can tell, it is not for me.

         Annabeth and I started to circle each other.  I went to my left; she went to her left.  After half an arc, she swung at me low.  She had done two swings, which I had used my sword almost like a shield to bounce her swings off of me.  She quickly swung again from right to left, but she followed it up with a floor-leg swipe.  I barely saw it out of the corner of my eye, as my block from the contact of her sword caused me to over block to the right.  I jumped over her leg just in time before she could knock me off my feet.

         Annabeth continued with the low swinging of her sword.  I am curious why she would do that, but I took advantage of it.  She threw in an occasional upward or downward strike every third low swing.  I got her pattern down and baited her.  Wanting her to continue to swing low, I made it look like I was not protecting low, but shielding high.  She swung several more times up high.  In doing so, we had worked our way back to the center of the arena.

         I went back to blocking, guarding up high and leaving my lower half vulnerable.  If I were facing someone other than Annabeth, I would never do such a thing.  If this was a fight to the death, doing this against another opponent would be too risky for an injury or worse.  Since I am fighting Annabeth, I am banking on her not wanting to kill me.  She has not shown any signs of not wanting to kill me, unless things will change once I disarm her of her sword.

         Her pattern is as follows: Two swings low, left then right; lunge; next is usually block if I attack, which I normally do after a lunge by anybody; a swing down from left to right; a swing across from right to left; and then a swing up from left to right.  She has already done several spin moves, left, right, front, and reverse.  I could feel the need to knock me out soon, so I am expecting a big move soon.

         She continued to follow the pattern, only changing it by add a double move or taking away one.  I intentionally relaxed and slowed my blocking, by lower my sword slightly each time to my right side.  Again, risky.  Annabeth repeated another pattern.  When she neared the end of the pattern, I seized the opportunity.

         Annabeth swung across left to right and swiftly went into a front spin move to the left and came in for a low swing up from left to right.  In the split moment, she had her back turned, I quickly shift my sword to both hands.  I bent backwards to my right and began a swing from low as well from my right to left but in an upwards direction.  Both her spin move and my two-handed swing nearly happened at the same time.  She had a slight head start, which is fine.  As Annabeth swung up and because I bent backwards to start my swing, her sword tip missed me… by inches… and my upward swing met her sword.  I swung up so violently the impact of the swords caused the Annabeth’s sword to continued upward, while Annabeth stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.  Annabeth’s sword flipped twice going up, once at the top of its ascent to start its descent, and again thrice coming back down.  I changed grips of my sword to just my left hand at the start of the third flip coming down.  I caught Annabeth’s sword handle at the end of the third flip.  This silenced the crowd.

         With both swords in my hand I turned back and started walking towards Dagur.  Dagur looked in awe, actual awe this time, and I could tell Dagur is trying to hold in the angry as his head is shaking subtly and his right eye is twitching.  The crowd stands in stunning disbelief.  I twirled both swords in my hands once followed by extending my arms out all the way.  I did this twice.

         Stopping in front of Dagur I stated, “The sword fight is done, I have won.  It is finished.  You lose,” I pointed at Dagur with the sword in my right hand.

         Dagur opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Annabeth yelled, “The sword fight is done, but I am not.”

         I heard the few strides of Annabeth running behind me.  She grabbed me around the neck and started to pull me back.  I dropped the swords to grab at both of Annabeth’s arms.  She really has me around the neck and I started to choke.  With Annabeth’s resurgence, the crowd roared even louder.

         Annabeth dragged me into the center of the arena again; I still struggled to breathe.  Annabeth pulled out a dagger with her right hand.  The split second I saw the dagger she had relaxed her grip of me.  Using both my hands, I grabbed Annabeth’s left shoulder, bent down, shoved my back into her stomach, lifted her up, threw her over my shoulder, let go for her to crash onto the floor, landing on her back.

         Annabeth still would not give up.  She still had to pull herself up.  She rushed me, but I grabbed her by the left forearm, the one with the dagger, and put her on my back and tossed her off.  She again fell to the ground, but this time backwards.  Annabeth yet again had to pull herself up.

         I quickly thought as Annabeth rushed me still, “I need to teach this girl a better somersault.  She could really use it in this battle…” I then said aloud and fast to finish my thought, so I could concentrate on Annabeth going to jump on me, “…particularly a backwards one!”

         Both of us fell on to the floor.  She landed on top of me, trying to force the dagger into me.  She used her off hand to keep me down, but my left hand went to her right to fend off that and my right hand went to her left to fend off her dagger.  Annabeth is putting so much force downwards, that I grimaced as I resisted Annabeth’s urge to stab me

         “Jarl,” Annabeth said in a soft tone I could barely hear.

         “What?” I struggled to say.

         “I’m not trying to kill you,” she still said in a soft tone.

         “You’re doing a very poor job of it!” I cried as I was able to roll to my right to change positions on Annabeth; even while on top of her, she still tries to stab me.

         “Keep it down,” she still said softly.  “This is all for show.”

         “All for show?” I quickly echoed.

         “Yes,” she hastily answered.  “I have to make it look real or else Dagur will know something is up.”

         “What are you talking about?” I said as I slightly relaxed my grip on her, which Annabeth rolled to her right and now the roles are back to her on top of me.

         “Just work with me here,” she declared.

         “What do you think I’m doing?” I irritatingly asked.

         “Well, I think you’re the one trying to kill me,” replied Annabeth.

         “What?!” I cried, loosening my grip on her; this time she pulled me up from her left and made it look like I pushed again from my right.

         “I said, ‘Trust me.’  Remember?” I asked, but did not wait for an answer.  “Quickly glance up and see if you see a group of keys on the wall in front of us.”

         Playing along I shot a glance up and did see a group of pegs with key ring on each peg.  There are five pegs.

         “I’m going to throw you over there,” Annabeth stated.  “And you pretend to run into the wall and grab the set of keys on the middle peg.  Before the throw, make me lose the dagger.  Then once you get the keys, rush me.  I throw you, but you return and force me up against the wall.  I punch you in the face.  You act stunned.  I force you up against a pillar and…”

         “Wait, what?” I questioned as she cut mid sentence.

         Before I got a response, Annabeth tried to swing the dagger up into my face.  But I grabbed her left wrist with both of my hands and banged her wrist on the floor until she let go after the third try.  Annabeth did in fact throw me to the wall, catching me off guard:  She rocked up and then back to get her knees in between us and use her legs to propel me forward.  No need for acting as she had plenty… plenty of humph on her throw.  I somersaulted as best I could, going over my left shoulder.  As I got up I ran directly into the wall.

         “Didn’t think I was that close,” I thought as I discreetly grabbed the keys on the middle peg as I “bounced” off the wall.

         I rushed Annabeth.  She did in fact throw me, much like I did her.  I somersaulted backwards got back to me feet.  I ran after Annabeth, howling a roar along the way.  I rammed my right shoulder into her, forcing her back up against the very wall I got the keys from.

         I thought, “Why couldn’t she have just gotten the keys now?”

         When I looked up she did in fact punch me in the face:  She “Terror Mailed” a right cross.  This truly did stun me; still no need for acting.  She shoved and ran me back into a pillar, the one which is directly across from the center of the arena to our left.

         The crowd hooted and hollered to its maximum.

         By now, just to be heard, Annabeth had to speak a bit louder than a normal voice while we “struggled” with each other, “Now punch me and send me flying to the middle wooden circle in the middle of the arena.  A nice right cross or upper cut should do the trick.  I’ll do the rest of it to land on the circle.  Then once I land you jump on me.  Make sure you land squarely on the circle, even if I’m in the way.  Now punch me.”

         “What?” I said in horror.  “I’m not going to punch you.”

         “Punch me!” she demanded.

         “I won’t punch you, Annabeth!” I cried out.  “For one thing you are a girl.”

         “You won’t punch me just because I’m a girl!” she yelled, now almost laughing.  “Punch me, Jarl.  PUNCH ME!”

         All the coaxing from her just to punch her, I will never do it in a thousand years… so she started punching me!

         “Defend yourself!” Annabeth demanded.  She threw a left cross, “Punch…,” right cross, “…me…,” left cross, “…Jarl!”  Right cross, “I HATE YOUR MOTHER’S COOKING!!”

         What I did next was purely from being prevoked.

         When Annabeth started to throw another right cross, I quickly raised my left forearm to block and… and… “Expressed Mailed” a right cross directly to Annabeth’s face!

         I am not sure if it is acting or shear force, but her feet were lifted off the ground and landed on the wooden circle in the center for a bullseye.  I had not noticed the wooden circle in the center of the stone arena, until now.  Sure, it is only nine feet away from the pillar I am at, but still.

         That has got to be the hardest I have ever hit anybody.  The hardest I have ever hit a girl!  Actually, the first time I have ever hit, let alone punch a girl!!  I thought sarcastically, “Sisters do not count……. Just kidding…  Or do they?”

         I am kidding, by the way.

         When I punched Annabeth in her left cheek, the air in the arena felt like it was instantly sucked out of the room as silence immediately filled the arena.

         I thought in that brief moment of silence and me resting, “Still though, -I- have not intentionally hit a girl.  I have only hit… punched a girl to the face by being provoked by the girl several times to do so.  Only by provocation, have I ever hit-punched a girl.”

         In the split-second silence filled the room and I rested, I took one large stride and dove on top of Annabeth.  My impact with her and the floor… caused the wood floor to give way!

         Annabeth and I are now falling through the floor!

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My Art (at least so far):









Amazing edit of my monstrous nightmare Fira by Zitka. Thank you so much!








Amazing edit of my Deadly Nadder Lightningsky by Zitka. I love it!!!!!!!







My Night Fury oc, Moonglow, by the amazing Cocopuppy, thank you!!!!!



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

I love to role play - pm me if you want to role play together or something. I'm always open to new ideas :)

Favorite place to visit: my couch 






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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My sister really annoyed me today......




I have a perscription.....