Toothless's Kingdom

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As someone who has a fan fic where Hiccup is my brother, I have to say I have now, officially got a deep-seated hatred for Lunar. Slash is more like a piece in his game, so I'll excuse him that.

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I want to kill Lunar so bad! What made him this evil!! Agh!!

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Chapter 16 The

Chapter 16

The Truth

Flashback

“No, no please, don’t hurt them!” I roared. Darkness, my main mentor, hit me with her tail and sent me sliding across the cave floor. “You shame us, Blackest!” The old Night Fury hissed. “Racing?! With other species?! It’s never been heard of!” I got up, breathing heavily. “You’re wrong about them!” I roared. “About all of them! They’re all amazing, fearsome dragons, no matter what they look like!” Darkness whirled on me. She was an old dragon, with gray markings, and a nasty scar that blinded one of her dark gray eyes. She hissed. “You are too young to understand what this could do to us!” She roared. “If the other dragons lose fear of us, it could destroy our entire race! We are already so few in number, and we have no permanent home!” I stopped. “Wait a minute…” I said. “Are you saying that Night Furies are weaker than other dragons?!” She snarled and turned away from me. “We were the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself,” She muttered. “All dragons respected us. We were the only dragons who could defeat gigantic Alpha species. Then, the Circle of Five chased us out. They engaged too quickly for us to mount another attack. The Valley of Night, the true Nighthaven, was lost,” She turned back to me. “You have no notion of life where there are no others to defend you, young dragon. Be thankful for these walls.” We looked up as a barrier guard landed on the ledge. “Darkness, we attacked the racing grounds, but most of the adult dragons there got away before we could catch them.” I let out breath. “We did, however, catch a good number of younger dragons, including this young Nadder…” Another guard swooped down and dropped a pitch black Nadder onto the stones. He coughed and looked up at me. “Blacky…?” He asked. “Peirce, no!” I yelled. He was covered in scars and gashes, his black coat gaining red stripes. I snarled and screeched at Darkness. “Why?!” I yelled. “We can live in peace with them! None of the others showed any malice towards me what so ever!” Darkness stepped back at my sudden amount of aggression. “You are not fit to call yourself a Night Fury!” She roared, lifting her paw to strike a blow. Suddenly, a red spike zoomed over my head and right into Darkness’ paw. She howled, falling back. “What in the name of Thor…?” She cried. I yelped as gigantic white wings surrounded me. “Magni, get your son!” The dragon holding me cried. A stormy gray Nadder with purple spines swooped past us and nudged Peirce, crooning to him. “Mommy?” He moaned as the dragon gently maneuvered him onto her back. I wiggled around and gasped. “You… you’re my…” Moonlight looked at me with sad, joyful ruby eyes. “I’m here, don’t worry,” She said. “YOU!” My mother’s eyes darkened as Darkness faced us. “Blackest, go with your siblings,” She told me. Dive, who was hiding behind the cave entrance, beckoned to me. Plasma and Lunar were under his wings. “What’s going on?” I asked, joining them. “Moonlight’s “freeing” us, somehow,” Dive growled. “She said something about a score to settle.” “Whatever she’s trying, it can’t be good,” Lunar hissed. “I don’t care what you guys think!” Plasma told them. “I’m just happy she came back for us! Don’t you get it? She does care about us!” We watched as our mother faced off against the terrifying dragon. “You were a mistake, Albino!” Darkness growled. “As soon as I saw that red egg, I knew you were trouble!” I was surprised at how much larger my mother was compared to other Night Furies. She was a good two feet longer than the largest guard here. And her white and red coloring made her stand out even more. She growled. “You were the one who was mistaken, Darkness,” She said. “I can see beyond the desires of the Highest One. Though of course, that’s what you fear most, don’t you?” Darkness launched herself at Moonlight. She dodged, then leapt on top of Darkness and pinned her to the ground. “Stay away from my children!” She roared. “Stay away from my friends! Stay away from anyone who’s under my protection!” She stood up on her hind legs and threw Darkness across the room. “Hurry, children, we can’t wait!” Moonlight called to us, taking off into the heart of the mountain. We spread our wings and followed. Peirce’s mother flew up next to Moonlight, keeping up an astonishing pace. We saw other dragons, from other species, following us, all with scratches and plasma burns. “Did you get them?” A female Monstrous Nightmare called. She had a several little Tinytooths on her back. “Yes, just in the nick of time!” Magni said. “Mine is in a state, but he should heal…” I flapped harder to level up with Moonlight. “Moonlight?! How did you… why did you… how could you…?” Lunar finally roared. I started. I’d never heard Lunar yell before. “Mommy, you came for us!” Plasma squeaked happily. She landed on our mother’s back and hugged her neck. “Why?” Dive growled. “We were fine here!” “No, you weren’t,” Moonlight growled back. “When I was flying over the racing grounds, I saw the Night Furies attack. The mother dragons who came to the grounds searching for them were in a state, and I had to help them get their children back, just as they wanted me to be able to free you.” We flew in silence until we came to a deep, thick forest near the coast. “Hey, they’re back!” I heard a dragon call. The small, stony clearing suddenly erupted in a frenzy of cheering dragons. We landed in a circle that they made for us.

Every common species of dragon was there. From Whispering Deaths to Nadders to Skrills, it seemed like an entire dragon village. Everyone came to see the young ones, and Peirce was rushed to a dragon with some weird herbs handy. Magni came to Moonlight. “Come, the night is almost here,” She said. “You may stay in our den tonight.”

I settled down inside the cave, my mom right next to me. The fire that Magni lit was warm, and I finally felt questions brewing. “Mom, why did you come for us?” I asked. She looked at me, smiling lightly. “When I flew from you four, I couldn’t stay away, no matter what ridiculous rules the other Night Furies put down. So, I watched you grow for 9 years. Wonderful finish that last race, by the way.” I grinned. “Why did you come to get us now?” Dive asked. “Why not when we first got here?” She sighed. “I’m a wanted dragon,” She said. She saw the looks on our faces. “Oh no, I didn’t kill anyone, goodness no! It’s because of how I was born, and who I was born with.” I tilted my head. “I think we deserve a complete detail of this…” Lunar said. His eyes glimmered with… something, something besides malice and fake pity.

It was sorrow.

Moonlight motioned for us to come closer. “Every 100 years, a red egg comes to each species of dragon,” She began. “From this egg comes an Albino. That means having white scales and red eyes,” she added to our confused faces. “The Albino hatchling is a mixed blessing. In some species, it represents good luck, and protection. In others, it spells doom for the world. The Albinos have all the strengths of their parents and siblings…” She looked down at her paws. “…With none of the weaknesses.” We were all silent. “When I was born, the Night Furies blamed me for the sudden misfortune that fell upon us. Complete eel heads, the lot of them! Sorry, do not repeat that.” We giggled. “Darkness was one of the ones who decided what my fate was to be. She voted that I be thrown off the highest peak, but there was one thing they didn’t count on…” She had a mischievous flicker in her eyes. “Albinos grow faster than other dragons. In the one week that it took for the council to decide, I’d already reached Shortwing size and had learned to fly. They couldn’t catch me.” I thought back to the cave battle. “Mom, a red spike hit Darkness,” I said. “Peirce’s mom has purple spines, though. Did you-?” She looked away and folded her wings. Her strange, sharp spine plates twitched all the way down her back. “Yes, I can launch these,” She said. “I also have no shot limit, and though my vision isn’t as sharp, I make up for it with my hearing and smell.” Lunar stepped away from us, walking to the entrance of the cave. Moonlight pulled me close as my brother and sister joined him. “Be careful of Lunar,” She hissed. I looked at her, shocked. “What? Lunar wouldn’t do anything to me! We’re brothers! He even kept my racing secret from the…” I stopped when I saw her look. “Oh,” I said. “That’s how it happened.” “Lunar hatched from a strange egg, just as I did,” She growled. “But not a red egg; a green egg. That is why Albino Night Furies are not allowed to live. Green eggs spell true bad luck, and they can only be born from an Albino parent. I don’t know fully what he’s capable of, since this is the first time in thousands of years that this has happened, but he is untrustworthy, and has hated you since birth.” My eyes grew wide. “How can that be? I’ve never done anything to him!” She shook her head. “Lunar’s mind is a mystery to me. Just, stay close to me when we fly north.” I tilted my head. “North?” She smiled. “We’re joining the rest of these dragons in a migration to the northern lands. There are very few Night Furies, hardly any, in those parts. We’ll be safe.” I looked over to Lunar. If what you say is true, mom, I thought. Then I highly doubt that…

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Chapter 17

The Raid

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“Mother, what’s going on over there?” Plasma called to the front of our formation. “I’m not sure…” Moonlight replied, her spines rising in fear at the fiery island in the distance. We’d been flying for weeks, sometimes having only sea stacks to rest on. I’d listened to Moonlight, staying close to her as she led our family to the Northern Islands. “That’s Berk,” Magni hissed. “It’s full of humans. The dragons ‘round that island are under some sort of… control from a Red Death.” “Red Death!” Moonlight exclaimed. “Good light of the moon, I thought they were extinct!” “Oh, you’ll see a few nests with ‘em here and there,” Magni said, shrugging. “We’d best stay away from there. Berk’s been a blood bath for seven generations!” We flew past the burning islands, where we could hear dragons and humans screaming in battle.

 

We reached an island of volcanoes, covered in exhausted and battle wounded dragons. “I thought you said we’d be safe here!” Dive growled. “The life of a dragon is always dangerous, Dive,” Moonlight told him. “Even if there’s no other Night Furies. Its just part of life.” We landed on an outcropping of rock, watching to see if any dragons still had some fight in them. Magni and Moonlight left us on the ledge to find food. “Blacky, I don’t like this place,” Pierce growled, edging closer to his me. “I don’t either,” I said. “But other dragons come here, so it can’t be too bad.” I quickly ate my words as a half dead dragon crashed onto the sands of the beach. “Or not…” Lunar growled. “Let’s just get out of here!” I sighed, leaning my head on my paws. “We have to stay near mom,” I said. “Why do we?” Lunar hissed. There was something weird going on with his eyes, like they were glowing. “She’s the one who left us for 9 years! As far as we know, she only came to get us so she could bring us to this horrible place!” I growled, my hackles rising. “She wouldn’t do that to us!” I roared. “She just wouldn’t!” “Yes she WOULD!” Lunar screeched. The light in his eyes grew brighter. “Yes she WOULD!” I repeated. Lunar took a few steps back. “What?” I blinked and shook my head around. “Wha-? What did… how did you…?” We stared at each other, until our mothers came back with fish.

 

“Pst!” Someone hissed in my ear. “Blackest! For Thor’s sake, wake up!” I turned over and slapped the dragon with my wing. “Ouch!” Lunar growled, rubbing his face. “Why are you waking me up this early in the morning?” I growled. “It’s orders,” Dive said, his nose turned to the sky. “Orders? Orders from who?” “Just… orders!” Plasma said, looking out as well. “Can’t you hear them?” “No…… wait, what is that?”

More. Hunger. More.

The receptors on either side of my head twitched and wiggled.

Food. Or I’ll dine on the rest of you!

I found myself unfurling my wings and hovering. I realized what I was doing and landed again. “Where are Mother and Magni?” I asked. “They left to find a safer path north,” Pierce replied. “We should be fine here for a couple of days, as long as at least one of us knows how to fish.” We stared back up at the sky, where the dragons of the island were lifting off again. “Where are you going?” I yelled to a passing Gronkle. “Berk!” He replied, not even stopping. “Where else do you think we get food for the Queen?” He buzzed off. “Berk. Isn’t it that flaming island we saw yesterday morning?” Pierce asked me. I nodded. “So that’s why it was on fire,” I reasoned. “These dragons have been attacking the human village to get food for their Alpha.” Lunar stared at the cloud of dragons. “We need to go with them,” He said. “You heard what those orders said. We’ll get killed if we stay here!” I heard a rumbling. I turned around to where there was a crack in the mountain. Eyes. One, two, no, three eyes, lined up perfectly, and glimmering with hunger and hatred. “RUN!” I yelled. The other saw and immediately followed me into the sky.

 

“Okay, this is more chaotic than the Stormy Weather track!” Pierce said, whistling. The humans were running everywhere, brandishing sharp, pointy metal things and round, heavy metal things. Some aimed weird bent branches at the dragons and fired sharp sticks at them, all while trying to keep the dragons from making off with the sheep. My eyes caught sight of a small, stick-thin human running like lightning through the crowds. “What should we do?” Plasma asked. “We can’t steal those things, most of the others have stolen most of it all ready!” Lunar hovered, thinking. “Maybe if we just take out some of those strange rock-throwing things,” He said, pointing to the towers. “Then maybe the Alpha won’t punish us.” I flew in front of them before they could move in. “Wait, hold on, I am not letting you guys go into that!” I roared. “You could get killed!” Dive sniffed and flew past me. “I’m the one in charge here, Blackest! Watch how a pro does it!” Dive flew up into the clouds, then free fell into the chaos. I heard the humans scream.

“Night Fury!”

“Get down!”

Dive hit the rock-throwing tower with a plasma blast, destroying it. “You know, this does seem awfully dangerous…” Lunar said. “Fine, then you and Plasma can go together!” Dive roared. Lunar sniffed, then motioned for Plasma to follow him. They dived and hit their separate towers at almost exactly the same time. “Your siblings are crazy!” Pierce squawked. “I’m going in for a sheep!” He dived down to where a group of Nadders were being chained up and grabbed one of the sheep that was running around in panic. “Okay, that’s enough!” I roared to all of them. “We’ve done enough damage!” They looked at me funny. “What do you mean? They’re just annoying, pesky humans!” Plasma said. “This… this is theirs!” I said. “We’re just taking it away from them!” “You know, maybe Blackest is right…” Lunar said. His eyes were doing that weird thing again. “This is a bit much for him. I mean, he’s hardly ever seen a human. They’re almost cute before they try to decapitate you. If he’s too scared to, then I don’t know why we should force him!” I froze in the air, then hissed and dived back down. “BLACKEST, STOP!” Dive roared. “You were right, we’ve done enough!” I ignored him. There was a standing tower on the north side of the island, no warriors waiting to shoot. Just that scrawny human I saw earlier. Perfect.

I yelped as Lunar zoomed past me, destroying the tower and flying back to where I was still diving. “Goodbye, brother…” He hissed, grinning. I yelped with surprise and pain as a huge spider web flew out of the smoke and tangled around my wings. “BLACKEST!” Pierce and Plasma yelled to me. “Leave him, there’s nothing we can do for him now!!!” Dive roared as they tried to fly to me. I screamed as I fell to the ground.

I woke up, the sun blinding me in the late afternoon. I felt a horrible, ripping pain in my tail. I tried to move, but they spider web was still on top of me. I heard something yelp as I struggled.

It was the skinny human. I could see him better, now that it was day and we were face to face. Though, his face looked a bit like a startled haddock. He pointed a smaller metal thorn at me, his skinny paws shaking, and stood over me. His face turned from terrified to determined. “I’m gonna kill you dragon,” He panted, looked me over. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father,” My eyes widened. No… someone, help! He braced the thorn in his hands. “I am a Viking,” He breathed. I struggled uselessly against the web. “I AM A VIKING!” He yelled, looking me in the eye. He raised the thorn to cut into me, then opened one eye. Our gaze met for a moment, both of us realizing something. We were just like the other. Terrified. He looked away, raising the thorn again. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the ground, waiting for the blow to come.

I waited for a long while, breathing in and out deeply. The human growled in frustration, then sighed. “I did this…” I heard him say. There was silence, and then…

Shk shk shk shk snap! Shk shk shk snap!

I opened my eyes in alarm. The human was cutting through the webs that held me, looking over his should frantically every few seconds. As soon as the last line snapped, I leapt on top of him with a roar. “Got ya!” I yelled, pinning him to a boulder. He gasped and shivered under me, his leaf-green eyes wide with terror, flinching as I moved my teeth closer. I paused, watching without blinking. This thing is the whole reason I almost died, I thought. I should return the favor in full… But… he just stared at me…

I took a deep breath, raising my wings. The human shut his eyes tight. I roared in his ear. “GET OUT OF HERE!” I roared. I growled, then flapped off into the forest mists. I yelped as I ran into a boulder and crashed onto the ground. “What the-?” I said. I examined my wings. Nothing wrong there. I looked at my tail fin…

One entire half of my fins were missing, replaced by a bloody red mess where my fin used to be. No… I thought, panicking. No, this can’t be happening! I looked around and gulped. I’d landed in a deep gully; with steep cliffs that an uninjured dragon wound have to fly out of. I jumped, my claws scrabbling on the stone, before falling right back down to the earth. “Can’t fly… can’t fly…” I panted, trying again and again until I was exhausted. I heard a voice in my head.

So pitiful. I’m almost sorry for what happened. Not!

I yelped and whirled around, trying to find the source of the voices.

Don’t get upset, my dear brother, your misery won’t last long. Doesn’t mean that I can’t have a little fun first, but you’ve always hated not being able to fly. “Freedom” you called it. Shame, you’re trapped forever more. Oh, getting out of range! Goodbye, for now…

The voice faded away, leaving me horribly confused and disorientated. I finally curled up in the roots of a hundred-year-old tree, covering myself as a rainstorm poured down. I closed my eyes, drowning in the grayness.

Trapped again.

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No!! Toothless!! :'(

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Chapter 18 A New

Chapter 18

A New Plan

Toothless

“Incoming!” Meatlug yelled, just before she crash-landed into the cave. Stormfly landed with a good deal more grace, grumbling to herself. “Okay, Thor’s Rock Island is a no!” She roared, unsheathing her spines. She shot one onto our scoreboard in a rock, where we kept track of all the dragon nests we’ve enlisted, and those who said no. There was only one spine on the yes side, and about five on the no. “This is hopeless!” Hookfang roared when he landed. “This time they chased us out when we mentioned a Mindrake! At this rate, we’ll never get back to Berk!” He slumped onto his rock, snarling at an eel. “Snotlout…” He muttered, closing his eyes. Barf & Belch were pretty much fuming. “We do not-“ “-have to tell them-“ “-everything, Hookfang! We just-“ “-have to get them on our side!” They were so bummed out that they didn’t even bother glaring at each other when they finished each other’s sentences. “Guys we… we have to keep…” I sighed, curling around my sister, who was fast asleep. “…Trying…” I finished. Who am I kidding? I asked myself. No Alpha in their right mind would risk their flock for one dragon. Torch, who had stayed behind, looked between all of us, frowning. “ATTACK! DRAGON ATTACK!” He suddenly yelled. We all jumped to our feet, frightened out of our skins. “Where, where?” I asked. He looked down his nose at us. “Right here!” He roared. He used his gigantic head to shove me half way across the clearing. I growled. He returned it. “Look at yourselves!” He roared. “When I was a baby, you guys found me. I was in awe of how all of you would hidefor your humans, do anything for them! Has that changed in five years? Toothless, you even battled my mother to save Hiccup! Trust me, that’s no small feat!” He leaned down so we were at the same level. “So, the nests won’t agree? Find loner dragons! Dragons who know what it’s like to be hunted, without protection or company! Typhoomerangs, Skrills, Boneknappers, Thunderdrums, Scauldrons! All of those dragons start out on their own, for the most part!” I stepped back, and he looked up. “Dragons that Vikings fear most live on their own, or in packs of their own species,” He continued. “If we’re going to defeat your brother, we’re going to need all the help we can get.” “How did you know he was my brother?” I asked. “I told him,” Plasma explained. “Ignorance is deadlier than knowledge…” Torch looked at her gratefully. I squared my shoulders. “Where first? Outcast Island? The Shivering Shores?” Torch grinned excitedly. “Changwing Island!”

 

“Okay, we are at Changwing Island, but I see no Changwings!” Meatlug said, hiding behind Hookfang. “You don’t find them, they find you,” Stormfly said, sniffing the air. “Thank you, what a wonderful thought…” Meatlug growled. I heard a rustling in the treetops above us. I looked up, to see some distortions in the branches. “We mean you no harm!” I called up to the Changwings. “We just want to talk! We have a proposition!” There was silence, then we were suddenly surrounded by large, acid-spitting dragons.

“Oh, looky here!” One of them hissed. They were all females; in Changwing prides, the females did all the hunting and defense. “We have a couple itsy-bitsy intruders!” Torch snorted at that. He was big enough to swallow some of them. “As I said, we’ll leave as soon as we’ve talked with your leader,” I said. They whispered to each other in a hurried conference, then turned back to us. “What would you want with Unseen?” One of them asked. “There’s a war coming,” I said. “Every dragon out of a nest is threatened. I’m here to talk of a temporary treaty.” They sniffed as one. “On whose orders?” Another asked. “My own,” I growled. “I am Toothless… the Redfin,” I added, taking Lunar’s stupid nickname for me. “Alpha of Berk.” They broke into a cacophony of furious shouting. “The Egg Stealers!” The largest growled. “Do you realize that five of our eggs were almost lost to us? Every single one is precious!” A few shot acid in a circle around us, keeping us from running. “That was years ago!” I roared. “We were not even directly responsible! And they’re safe now, aren’t they?” The Changwings exchanged glances with each other. “Yes…” The largest one began. “So, no harm was done!” I pointed out. They growled, then let us jump over the moat of acid they created. “All right, we’ll take you to Unseen,” The largest growled. “But if there are any tricks, you’ll be on the broadside of some very painful acid!”

 

The Changwing den was a small cave in the side of a cliff. I had to duck my head to make it through the entryway (the others had to stay outside), but once we were inside, it opened up quite a bit. Apparently, the Changewings had stopped leaving their eggs in trees and put them on rocky ledges in the cave, giving it an eerie, multi-colored light. All of the Changwings looked up. “Mimic, what is the meaning of this?” A very old female hissed to the largest in my group. “This Alpha wants to speak to the leader,” She replied. Some of the Changewings spat acid on the floor at “Alpha”. Mimic suddenly looked very confused. “Er, who is leader this week, then? I’m 99.9% sure that it’s Unseen, but it could be Mystic, or Vanish…” “It’s Unseen, you ditty!” The elder hissed. “No idea why that renegade even came back, she acts too much like an Alpha to be in a Changewing pack!” There were several grunts of agreement. Mimic suddenly turned bright red. “She is not… I mean, she’s this way, yes?” She said, changing her tone. Her color faded to a very acidy orange. The elder sniffed, and Mimic led us down a passageway, muttering. “What was that about “This week?”” I asked. “Changwings take turns being the lead female,” Mimic explained. “It helps keep dominance fights down. The males live on their own for most of the year.” We reached a large cave. “Unseen, this… um, Toothless, was it?... wants to negotiate something that probably has nothing to do with us!” There was a considering growl. “Out, Mimic.” The voice in the shadows ordered. She ran out like a Speed Stinger. A shadow on the wall moved. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Alpha Toothless,” The eerily silver voice said. “It is an honor to be meeting another leader, especially one with such a… distinguished record.” I watched the walls carefully, trying to find the slightest movement. “Where are you?” I asked. “Come out of camouflage.” Unseen chuckled. “Oh dear, I’m not in hiding at all! You’re just not looking in the right place…” I finally pinpointed where her voice was coming from and looked up. Unseen smirked and glided down from the ceiling. “Very good, Alpha,” She said. She was a very beautiful dragon, with royal purple and gold scales and unusually long tendrils that were each about as long as Torch’s wingspan. They flexed and suddenly twisted into tight curls, almost like Unseen was a human doing her hair. It was oddly fascinating. “What business do you have with our island, Redfin?” She asked. “My island has been taken over,” I started, for what seemed like the hundredth time. “By a Speed Stinger. He cheated by using help from a Mindrake, Lunar,” I watched her reaction carefully. I’d almost lost my one good tailfin three nests ago. She just looked at me with a curious expression, her eyes telling me to go on. “I’ve been traveling the islands near to Berk, trying to gather forces so that we can overpower both of them. So far we’ve… had little success…” Unseen’s tendril flicked out and she circled around me. “And what would be our reward? If we were to help you take back your island?” I sighed. I’d known this was coming. “I’ll make Changwing Island off limits to all of my dragons, and you won’t have to worry about fortune hunters taking your eggs ever again.” She thought for a moment. “Mindrakes are extremely powerful, Alpha Toothless,” She told me. “It would be a great risk. But… I might just take up your offer, as long as you keep your side of the bargain.” She gave me a look. “I’m a dragon of my word,” I told her. “If we have settled on an agreement, I should be getting back to my dragons…” I turned to leave. “Be warned, Alpha,” She told me. “More danger awaits than you can imagine…” I whirled around, and she vanished.

 

“So, is it a spike for the home team?” Stormfly asked. I smiled. “What, did you really doubt me?” Plasma giggled a bit, and Hookfang grudgingly handed over a fish to Barf & Belch. I rolled my eyes. Meatlug looked up as a Terrible Terror flew over us. “Sharpshoot!” She called. “We’re down here!” He saw us and doubled back. “Um, Toothless?” He said, his head lowered. “What is it?” I asked. “Where’s the note?” “I had to tell you this in person,” He explained. “It’s… about Hiccup…” He looked pale and horrified. “What happened?” I asked, panic rising. “Sparkplug and the others have been going to his home every night for the past week,” Sharpshoot began. “Lunar’s… using his powers on Hiccup. I think… I think he’s trying to control him.” He chewed on his tail nervously. “Hiccup… keeps losing all his energy… Sparkplug didn’t want to tell you sooner, in case you tried to come back before they weakened Slash enough.” I had my eyes closed, trying to control my plasma before I spoke. “Tell them that they can’t let Lunar near Hiccup again!” I roared. It blew Sharpshoot off his feet. “Delay him, hide Hiccup, whatever, just keep him away!” Sharpshoot nodded and sped off. “That slimy, underhanded, backstabbing, son-of-a-“ “Ah ah, we have a younger audience present!” Meatlug said quickly. Torch and Plasma snickered a bit, probably filling in the blanks for themselves. “Don’t worry, Toothless,” Hookfang said. “They’ll make sure he’s safe.” I growled, then smirked. “Trust me, Hiccup’s safe,” I snickered. “It’s Lunar that I’m concerned for…”

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO The drama/suspense is building up! More!

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I want to go slap those sorry half-troll dragons that wouldn't join Toothless!!  ROAR!!!  They will have very bad things happen to them for not joining in!!!

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My family went on vacation for a week, and I have had no access to my word documents. The next chapter should be up by Sunday, Monday at the latest. Here's something to get your curiosity up: let's just say that Slash is going to have a wee bit of trouble... (snickers evily)

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We already knew that! >:)

Yeeees... Slash will have some trouble.... >:D

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Slash is nothing more than a pawn in Lunar's game. I don't hate him, I hate Lunar for both that dirty cheating trick he pulled by giving Slash that Red Heartstone, thereby giving him an unfair adventage over Toothless, and the mind control powers he's been using on my character, Nina, her brother Hiccup. RWooorrrwwhooo! I've never wanted to kill anyone or anything so badly!

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Chapter 20

The Gormilla Task Force

Sparkplug

“Now what have we here, Astrid?” Trader Johann asked. He was short and skinny, with a gray and brown beard, watery blue eyes, and a smile with too many teeth in it. He wore baggy, colorful clothing. I stepped back a little, not knowing what to make of this new kind of human. “Meet Sparkplug,” Astrid said, pretending to be cheery. I knew that she was worried about both Stormfly and Chief Hiccup, who’d had to be almost carried by a few Speed Stingers as Slash paraded around the village. He was not doing well. “Cute little fellows, baby Skrills,” Trader Johann said, reaching out a hand very cautiously. “Find this one in an iceberg?” “No, he was wounded, and crash landed on Berk,” Astrid explained. “Careful, he’s very jumpy.” Johann snatched his hand back. “What may I interest you in today?” “I need something that smells nice, like an oil or something. There’s been a few very temperamental dragons recently.” As the two humans talked, I sniffed around the deck and ran into Needle. Literally. “Ouch! What in Thor’s name are you doing here?!” I exclaimed. She rubbed her nose. “Same thing as you; seeing if any human stuff could be of use.” I closed my mouth, a bit humbled by how she seemed to know what I was thinking before I did. I heard a noise, and turned to see Mounty and Grassgage ripping the lid off a crate. “This stuff looks interesting,” Mounty told us, sniffing. “It smells nice; not as nice as dragon nip, but it might be good for a distraction.” Grassgage added. The bottles packed inside were small, and filled with sticky oil that smelled somewhat like lavender mixed with dragon nip, but it didn’t have the relaxing effect. We hid as Trader Johann stormed over with a handkerchief over his nose. “Not again!” He groaned. “Agh, this crate’s always tipping over. Back away, Astrid, I don’t want to have to drag you off deck!” “Why, is it dangerous?” My human asked, stepping away. “No, no, just a nuisance!” He said, picking up the bottles with the cloth tied tightly to his face. “It’s Seraphina Oil, made from the nectar of the Seraphina Lily. In a diluted form, it’s good for women’s hair oil, but that doesn’t keep very well, so I have to transport it in its pure form. One sniff of this, and you’d look quite a lot like a dragon on dragon nip!” He’d sealed up the crate and untied the handkerchief. “But why didn’t it work on the dragons?” Astrid asked, rubbing my spines. “Only works on humans, miss,” Trader Johann said, shrugging. “Strange stuff, Seraphina Oil. Lot’s of people call it Viking Nip!” He laughed a bit at that, and then they continued their discussion. “Sparkplug, did you hear that?” Needle said, excited. “Yeah, Seraphina Oil,” I said. “How would we use it on Lunar, if it only works on humans?” “You know how Hiccup always slips in and out of that fever state after Lunar tortures him?” She explained. “If he’s conked out in a Viking Nip high, then Lunar won’t be able to wake him up to use his powers! Also, it could help him gain some energy back,” My head spines perked up at this idea. “Okay, how are we even going to get a bottle past Trader Johann?” Grassgage asked. We looked over to where he was talking, then over to Mounty. “What, me?” She asked. “Mounty, you’re the most distracting dragon I know,” Grassgage said. “Just tip over something, so we can get this open again and make off with a few vials.” She huffed, then sped away. A few seconds later, we heard a large crash, and Johann’s enraged shouting. “Now, hurry!” Grassgage ordered. Being the strongest, I heaved open the lid and Needle grabbed three bottles in her jaws, zipping away in a blur of speed. Grassgage helped me seal the lid back on before Trader Johann came back from chasing Mounty around the deck. We looked at him with pure innocence.

 

“Hah, that was too easy!” I bragged, twirling a bottle of Seraphina Oil on my wing claw. Needle grabbed it back before it could smash. The “officers” as we call ourselves, still met in the Recovery Room, even though Toothless hadn’t been there for a while. “Don’t get cocky,” Grassgage warned. “The war’s not won yet.” “This isn’t true war,” Needle put in. “Not yet, anyway. We haven’t actually had a defining battle. Right now, there’s just conflict.” We stared at her. “What?” She said defensively. “I listen to a lot of Fleetfoot’s battle stories! She was in a lot of them, with Swift! And she won every time!” She puffed her chest out. We jumped as a Whispering Death tunnel through the wall. “Thparkplug! Lunar’th above ground! He’th with Thlath, reviewing the Thpeed Thtinger troupth! Are we thtill going with Operathoin Thpeed Thlide?” It took a moment for me to puzzle this out, then crackles of electricity shot through the spines on my back. “Yes, absolutely! Sound the alarm to all Solar Defenders members who’ve raided Gobber’s storeroom so far!” The Whisper sped back up the tunnel. “Alright, suit up, dragons, it’s time to cause a little Solar mayhem!” “Gormilla Warfare, here we come!” I didn’t even have to look to know who that was. We snickered and slipped on our armor, which we’d hid here. “Hey, what’s this?” Needle exclaimed, seeing my harness. “Astrid had it made for me,” I explained. ”It’s like the ones she had made for Stormfly’s first chicks.” I attached my armor and slipped on my helmet.

 

I caught Needle with my tail as she slipped from my back. “Hold onto the rope!” I hissed, placing her back on our perch. She grabbed the rope with her claws. “Why do you always ride on my back?” I asked. “Grassgage is easier to hold onto.” “I feel safer,” She said plainly. I cleared my throat a bit, slightly embarrassed. Right bellow us was what Slash thought of as entertainment. His warriors were standing straight as tree trunks in the Plaza, making two rows for him and Lunar to walk through. I growled slightly and griped the rope tighter. I heard a Terrible Terror call and nodded to Grassgage and Mounty as they hauled large sacks across their backs, along with the twenty or so dragonets that had their armor. I lifted my tail as they prepared to dump them. “NOW!” I roared. They dumped the sacks onto the dragons, watching as the glass jars of lamp oil crashed onto the ground and turning the stones black.

The result was spectacular.

The Speed Stingers, used to the idea that things falling from the sky tend to be attacks, scattered in panic, or tried to. The slippery oil made it so they couldn’t get purchase on the ground, causing a tremendous pattern of slipping, skidding, and sliding dragons, all roaring out at the top of their lungs. The humans and dragons watching just didn’t know what to make of it. Slash, trying to get his soldiers back together, ended up somersaulting into Gobber’s forge. I could here the sounds of metal falling and the blacksmith roaring with surprise and rage. Lunar slipped a bit on the ground before he managed to take to the air hissing, looking at us with glowing eyes. “Plan B!” I roared. The Nadders and Whispering Deaths shot hundreds of spines with nets attached to them at Lunar, pinning him to the ground. He struggled, roaring in frustration. At a signal from me the Zipplebacks and the Nightmares dove to the ground and flamed up in Fire Wheels, lighting the oil to flames. The Speed Stingers, covered in the black gunk, found themselves caught, and yelped and tried to scramble up the fire towers. The flames wouldn’t hurt them: their scales could withstand the intense heat and friction of running at the speed of sound. Lunar, on the other hand, was in a whole different situation.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU IMBECILES!” He screamed, thrashing even harder. He yelped as the flames licked at the oil covering his hide. I was really astonished at how much he looked like Alpha Toothless; if you took away the green markings, you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. Why? I wondered. “Sparkplug, what should we do?” Needle asked, her red eyes fearful. “If the flames don’t kill him, the smoke will. Alpha Toothless said to wait for him.” I didn’t answer for a moment, my eyes reflecting the flames. “There’s no way we should save him if we’d be giving ourselves away,” I muttered finally. “We’ll tell Alpha Toothless it was an accident.” She stepped back, horrified. “You… how can you… you planned this, didn’t you?!” She exclaimed. I turned back to the blaze.

Suddenly, a huge roar filled the air. A huge black shape threw itself into the flames, ripping open Lunar’s nets and dragging him out of the blaze. It was another Night Fury, with red, blood-like markings and pinkish eyes. He pulled on the fire shoot and sent the water running over Lunar’s body. “Lunar, wake up!” He roared. “WAKE UP! I cannot loose another sibling!” Lunar opened his eyes a crack, then coughed and hacked up several globs of black gunk. “Dive…?” He asked weakly, falling against the gigantic Night Fury. Fire brigades were already storming over the Plaza, putting out the fire before it moved to the rest off the village. I could hear the dragons and humans muttering; apparently, they had wanted that to have a different outcome as much as I did. I cursed, slamming my wing claw down onto the roof where we’d gone escape the heat and smoke. “Come on, Needle, we should retreat now: Lunar won’t be doing any harm to Hiccup tonight.” She shook her head as I motioned for her to climb on. “Um… I think I’ll ride with Grassgage,” She said. “You were right, he is easier to grasp.” She backed away, a strange look on her face. She looked angry, betrayed, and frightened at the same time. She sped off to Grassgage before I could say anything. I sat there for a moment, my jaw hanging open.

 

It was my turn to watch Hiccup that night.

He was fast asleep, with the help of a small amount of Seraphina Oil. He didn’t even really know we were helping him, just that we were around when he needed something like comfort. I sighed, leaning my head against the window frame.

“Sparkplug.” A voice said quietly. I jumped, whirling around. It was Cloudjumper. “S-sir!” I stammered. “Um, I was just… how did you get in here?” He smirked. “Those Speed Stingers outside are the worst guards I’ve seen in my life. They were fast asleep.” He sat down next to me. “I know what you’re doing, young Skrill,” He began after a few minutes. “All of those who are loyal to Toothless do. And we’re thankful that you are trying,” He looked down at me, his amber eyes illuminating the dark. “But I know what you’re really after.” I snorted and looked away. “I’ve been through revenge before,” Cloudjumper continued. “I know what it’s like. But you cannot let it control you.” I whirled angrily on him. “Oh yeah? How about Lunar? What’s his problem?!” Cloudjumper leaned back a bit. “What does he have against Berk? Or Toothless? Or MY MOM?!” I cried angrily, hiding my face. “I saw a plaque on that big statue and asked Toothless to read it to me; “Men who kill without reason cannot be reasoned with.” Well, that applies to dragons, too. If I don’t remove Lunar from the remaining dragons I love, then he’ll take them away. I will not let that happen.” Cloudjumper’s gaze softened. “Sparkplug, striking out in justice is the warrior’s way,” He explained. “But killing in revenge; that is the way of dragons like Lunar. Choosing that path will give you no hope, and will simply drive away who you love. You saw what happened with your admirer today.” I stared at him, a bit surprised. He was looking pointedly at me, a slight smirk on his face. It dragons could blush, I would be red as a beet. He raised his wings. “Choose wisely, Solar Defender,” He said, dipping his head. I watched until his X-wing shape disappeared into the darkness.

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You have an awesome story so far.  Even though I haven't read many fan-fics, this is one of the best I've read.  You've done a great job.

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oh spectacular! I just noticed that you wrote a part two sooooo going to read it. I love how you made it as if it was after the the battle with Drago. And I really understud the part when you talked about how Toothless didn't look at the statue of Stoick for long. Also I wrote something that took place after the fight with Drago, it's called Drago's Return part one. Please read and let me know if you enjoy it in the comments.

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I always look forward to another chapter on this wonderful story!! Your a fantastic writer and I greatly look forward to the following chapters!!

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Double post, terribly sorry about that!

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Great Chapter!!  I'm not a violent person, but...

Why can't that Lunar just hidealready?!  I get that Toothless doesn't want to kill him, but HE'S A STINKING SON OF A HALF TROLL TRAITOR!!!

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I theorize that the reason Lunar hasn't died yet is because (1) it's only chapter 20, and (2) It would end the fan fic too early and not really have a good plot. Besides, what would the point of Toothless amassing an army of dragons if he's not going to prove his dominance? And what about the fact that Lunar's a Mindrake? Toothless had a vision of a moon sepra (sorry if I misspelled that, I haven't read the books so...).

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The Moonserpa isn't from Cressida Cowel's books. I made it up myself! Don't worry, we'll see them soon...

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Ooooh! The suspense is building! And I'm pleased that I'm not the only one who didn't know about the Moonsepras. By the way, feel free to include my fan fic character, Nina. It's up to you, though. I'm just letting you know that if you decide to, you're welcome to it. :)

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You do realize that was just me ranting and venting my feelings, right?  I know he isn't going to hideyet, as outlined by your answer.  Besides, I don't want to story to end yet!!

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Chapter 21

The Scarred One

Toothless

“No, no, you have to really roar!” Torch commanded. Plasma stood up on her hind legs, took a deep breath, and roared so loud it shook pine needles off the trees. And right onto my head. “May I ask what you two are doing?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Practicing scare tactics,” Torch said simply. “One good roar can send dragons scuttling in fear.” For a Typhoomerang, I thought, but kept my opinions to myself. “Anyway, you two are making enough noise to make Thor plug his ears!” I said. “You should head back to camp.” They gave me the puppy-dog face. “Aw, come on, Toothless!” Plasma exclaimed. “Can’t we just explore a little more? Torch says there are some really cool caves up near the mountain!” I sighed. “Alright, alright, you two can explore,” I said finally, smirking. “Just come back before sun down.” They cheered and flew off, Torch’s wings creating a gigantic breeze. “Those two are becoming close,” Stormfly said, landing next to me. “Well, they are the youngest here,” I said. She tilted her head. “How old is Plasma, exactly?” She asked. “18,” I explained. “Funny thing about Night Fury eggs is that they all hatch at different times. Dive, my oldest brother, is 21, Lunar and I are both 20, a few months apart, and Plasma, the very youngest, took so long to hatch we thought she wouldn’t hatch at all.” I stared off at the ocean, which was covered in fog at this time of year. “Winter is coming soon,” I said, beating my tail against the ground. “You can see the leaves turning.” Stormfly’s tail spines flexed. “It’s been a long time, since things have been peaceful,” She said, her voice barely a whisper. “It was the middle of summer when the Speed Stingers came.” She sat down. “I really miss Astrid,” She said. “I still can’t believe that this is happening to us,” I sat down next to her. “Yeah, I know,” I said. “I haven’t heard from Sparkplug yet. I’m worried.” We both jumped as we heard a boom, then realized it was just Torch showing off. “That little… ugh, I still find him annoying,” I growled. Stormfly smirked. “Aw, c’mon, he’d be about 15 by now. If I remember correctly, you were just as eager to show off to us when we were all 15.” I couldn’t help laughing a bit. A flutter of wings told me that mail was here. “Sharpshoot, how’s everything going back on Berk?” I asked. “Er, well, not bad, at least,” The Terror said. “This message is from Needle.” I opened the message. “Oh, Sparkplug…” I breathed. “What? What is it?” Stormfly asked. “Is he hurt? Oh great merciful Thor, please say he’s alright!” “The Solar Defenders disrupted one of Slash’s training sessions.” I explained. “They spilled oil all over the Plaza and set it to flames. Lunar was netted down and was burned pretty badly.” Her eyes widened. “Is he-?” “No, he’s just in a bad shape,” I said. “Needle said that a very large red Night Fury named Dive jumped in at the last minute to rescue him,” I snarled and slammed my paw on the ground. “For the love of Thor, is he blind?! Why can’t Dive see what’s going on right in front of him?!” I thought back to what Plasma said about Dive.

“He hasn’t really said anything since… five years ago…”

I looked up as I heard a scream. “Plasma?!” I roared. There were several roars and the sound of a fire spiral. Then I heard the whisper. “Stormfly, get the others, I’m going after them! Sharpshoot, come with me!” They followed my orders. I ran through the forest, kicking up leaves as I rushed.

Sharpshoot pulled me into a bush before I could rush into the clearing. “What are you-?!” I exclaimed. He shushed me and turned my head. I Whispering Death, the largest I’d seen, had Plasma cornered against a cliff side. Torch was lying unconscious next to her, a good-sized welt forming from the Whisper’s tail. I observed his tail closer. A round, white bite mark was there. “Groundshaker…” I growled. “I thought he ran from the Archipelago!” “Tell me about it, he destroyed half my pack’s dens in the process!” Sharpshoot growled. I watched as my old enemy threw coils around my sister. “Ssso, my old friend still hassss family, does he?” He hissed. Unlike pretty much all Whispering Deaths, Groundshaker didn’t lisp. Plasma struggled against his python-like hold. He smirked. “How convenient for me. I was just looking for you older brother.” “How do you know he’s my brother?” Plasma roared. “Hmph, I suppose you don’t remember that, seeing as you were hardly a hatchling,” He growled. “He’s the reason I’m marked like this, and a Whispering Death never forgets…” I roared and leaped out of the bush, taking him by surprise and knocking him away from my sister. “Neither does a Night Fury!” I roared. He swatted me away and snickered. “You’re certainly looking well, Pack Animal,” He hissed. “I heard on the grapevine that you were Alpha! Impressive, but apparently, short lived.” I growled. “Save your breath while it lasts, Earth Worm!” I roared. “How dare you come after my sister!” He whispered and shot underground, the surface rising as he tunneled towards me. I took to the air as he leapt out. He stared at me in surprise. “But you… you can’t fly! Your tailfin…” “Oh really? Than what is it I’m doing now?” I asked. He sprang at me, knocking me out of the sky and coiling around me. “Now, which method should I use?” He asked himself, prideful. “I could bury you, or roast you, or turn you inside-out. Or maybe I’ll just squeeze until you slowly run out of breath…” His coils tightened and I struggled for air. Suddenly, a huge spout of flaming Nightmare spit hit him square in the face. He shrieked, shoving his head into a nearby pond. “Did we miss anything?” Hookfang asked. “Hookfang, if there ever was a perfect moment…” I gasped, relieved. The dripping wet and slightly baked-on Groundshaker turned and hissed. “Follow the leader, anyone?” He asked. He grabbed Plasma with his tail and burrowed underground. “NO!” I roared, trying to follow, but Stormfly tackled me. “Toothless, that’s what he wants happening!” She squawked in my ear. “He’ll probably collapse the tunnel once you’re in!” Torch groaned and opened his eyes. “Man, I feel like I’ve been hit by a mace!” He moaned. He sat up and looked around. “What happened? Where’s Plasma?” “He took her,” Meatlug explained. His eyes widened in fear. “Oh gods, no!” He cried. “Oh, we shouldn’t have gone into those tunnels!” My head shot up. “Tunnels? What tunnels?” “Up in the mountains, there are a lot of perfectly round holes in the side of the cliffs,” He explained. “We call them Whispering Caverns. Now, I know why. That Whispering Death ambushed us, and chased us all the way down here.” I thumped my tail against the ground. “C’mon, we can head him off there!”

 

“Is it just me, or does spooky dragon always equal spooky lair?” Meatlug whispered. We’d found one entrance to Groundshaker’s burrow, a hole just a slimy and miserable as the dragon that lived there. “Answer this, Meatlug,” Hookfang said. “Have you ever heard of an evil Whispering Death living in a cozy cottage in a field of flowers?” I shushed them as I heard Plasma yelling. “You muddy old pin cushion! You are going to get such a kicking when my brother gets down here!” “Do you ever stop yelling?!” “Oh, you want me to be quiet? HOW’S THIS?! IS THIS QUIET ENOUGH FOR YOU?!” I had to step on my own muzzle to keep from laughing. “Alright, let’s torch ‘em!” Torch growled. I didn’t even try to hold him back as he breathed a stream of fire down the tunnel. There was a rumble, and Groundshaker appeared in a shower of dirt. “Like a moth to a flame!” He roared, lunging at me. Torch swatted him away with his wings. “WHERE’S PLASMA!?” He roared. Hookfang, Meatlug, and Barf & Belch pinned Groundshaker to the ground. “”Right here!” Plasma said, peering around the corner. I ran and hugged her. I turned to the Whispering Death. “Just kill me already, weakling,” He growled, grimacing. “Aren’t you sick of me chasing you?” I leaned down so I was eye level with him. “Yes, but I don’t kill,” I said. “I do, however, have a proposition for you…” His eyes narrowed. “Proposition, eh? You mean the one where I help you take back the slab of wet rock? Oh, don’t look so surprised; word get’s around quickly in the Archipelago. Especially when in concerns the great and mighty Toothless.” I snorted. “Since you’ve already predicted my question, what’s your answer?” “My answer is what’s in it for me?” The Whisper growled. “I have nothing I want except revenge.” “You have a very one-track mind, don’t you?” I asked. I sighed, facepawing. “If you help us, and move other Whispering Deaths toward our cause, you can challenge me after it’s over, and I might just let you win.” Stormfly stared at me. Groundshaker’s teeth ground together in a considering whisper. “I’ll see what I can do…” He growled. We let him up and he burrowed under with a final hiss. “Let him win?!” Stormfly roared. “Don’t worry, I have a plan.” I insisted. She glared at me. “You’d better.” I sighed. Truth was, I was more like my rider than I thought. He never had a plan, either.

((If you watched the TV series, you’ll understand what I mean!))

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“Come back here!” I roared. The shadowy figure stopped, and then disappeared just as I pounced on it. I growled, staring hard at the silhouette, as it appeared again just a few yards away. “Who are you?!” I yelled, running back to the figure, only to come up with empty paws. This is getting ridiculous, I thought. That thing has something I need, I know it does! I ran at it again, knowing that I would still come up short.

“Curious, these dream shadows of yours.”

I spun around, building up a plasma blast at the sight of the intruder. “Lunar,” I growled, fanning my wings. “What are you doing here?” He said nothing just glanced around the shadowy, fog-filled space we were in. “Oh, just seeing what goes on in the mind of a legend,” He said finally. “Very… erratic, really. Your thoughts don’t seem to work in any specific order whatsoever.” I stalked over and swiped a paw at him. Through him, actually: my paw passed through him like water, his form barely wavering. He smirked. “Try as you might, brother, but you can’t kill me in a dream: since I’m not a creation of your physic, you have no power over me. I, on the other wing…” He swatted me aside with his paw. “…Can do anything I want to you here.” I growled, wiping away the blood on my lips. “So, you’re Dreamscaping,” I said. “I thought something fishy had been going on with my dreams lately.” I fired the plasma blast, but it simply passed through him. I huffed, then turned my attention back to the shadow, which was staring at me with its ember-like eyes. “It’s not going to help you at all, Toothless.” Lunar called. “It’s just a mindless creation of your brain, a bit like a stray thought. You’d actually get somewhere if you listened to me.” I whirled around. “Oh really?” I said, baring my teeth. “And what would I possibly want with you? Besides your head on a human spear?!” Lunar snorted, studying his claws. “Information, Alpha,” He said plainly. “Don’t give me that look, I find this whole endeavor to be a bit like a game. You place your pawns in the right place, you get to reap the benefits.” I tilted my head, causing Lunar to roll his eyes. “Oh dear, I forgot about that. You haven’t been on the Mainland for as long as I have, so I suppose you don’t know too much about this.” The floor rumbled beneath me, and strange, white and black columns sprouted from the ground. The earth became slippery and changed from the glass-like substance to white and black marble, laid out in a checked pattern. The columns arranged themselves so that the black was on Lunar’s side, and the white was on my side. “What is this?” I asked. Lunar climbed up to one of the larger of his columns. “It’s a human game,” He explained. “I can’t rightly tell you the name of it, but it’s a game of strategy. The objective is to use your game pieces to capture the piece I’m sitting on, and protect your own at the same time.” I growled, stepping away from the board a bit. “Oh, come now, Toothless: if you don’t play the game, then I win by default.” I stopped. This isn’t just one of Lunar’s sadistic tricks, I thought. This has some meaning to it. I climbed up onto my column. He smiled, raising his wings out, and curling his tail around the pillar. “You see, this does correspond to what’s happened recently. Let’s see, what’s first?” I watched with wide eyes as the pillars filled with dragons and humans. Stormfly and Hiccup were on either side of me, with Hookfang and Barf & Belch on the horse columns. Meatlug had taken the column next to Stormfly, and on both ends of the row were two objects: the island of Berk, and a sailing ship. In front of us was a row of Berk’s dragons: Sparkplug, Needle, Grassgage, Mountain Rush, Cloudjumper, Sharpshoot, Torch, and Plasma. They all sat blankly on their posts, staring into empty space. “What are they doing here?” I asked. “They’re simply your game pieces, dear brother,” Lunar said, watching as his own ranks filled. “Let’s review what’s happened so far, shall we? Let’s see… exterminated a flock of Skrills, that’s a move for me…” The figure of a Night Fury in the front row moved one space. It was Darkness. I growled. “But then you rescued that little Ice Mite, so I suppose that’s a move…” Sparkplug’s figure moved forward. “What’s the point of this, Lunar?” I roared. His face remained unchanged. “Let’s just say… your little strike team caused me quite a set back by nearly assassinating me, if it weren’t for our older brother, and I’ve been a bit bored lazing around in the healing hut.” A loud roar shattered through the air, blowing away Lunar and the strange game he was playing. I tumbled to the ground, floundering in the returning mist.

Some games can be deadly, Night Fury,

I looked up, scrambling back as a dragon landed. A Moonserpa. “Who are you?” I asked. The Moonserpa’s head frills twitched, their stained glass designs casting light through the fog.

I come in peace, warrior. Simply watch.

I looked where the dragon’s graceful talons pointed. Three images appeared: they were old chests, one covered in barnacles, the other padlocked with a gold clasp, and the other a normal box with no locks or metal clasps whatsoever.

These artifacts must be found, Alpha Toothless, if your flock is to survive Lunar’s onslaught.

The images changed to show a map. A very big map. Boy, what Hiccup wouldn’t give to have something like that… I thought. It has the whole world on it.

Not the whole world: just the part that you must travel.

I looked up at the Moonserpa, who was smiling lightly. “How am I supposed to travel hundreds of miles to the Mainland?” I asked. “At least, this looks like the Mainland. And what’s in these boxes?”

That’s for me not to know, and for you to find out.

“So you basically have no idea,” I translated. The Moonserpa’s frills lifted a bit.

This is a serious matter. The Ruby Heartstone Lunaris stole from Red Wing Mountain is powerful. In the paws of a Mindrake, it spells doom.

“Aren’t you a Mindrake?” I asked, planting my paws firmly on the ground. The dragon’s silver eyes crinkled sadly.

Unfortunately, true Mindrakes are always banished from the last of the Moonserpa flocks. Now go: Lunaris is trying to return.

 

. . .

 

I woke up and found myself having to cover my ears. “Toothless, what are you trying to do?!” Stormfly exclaimed. “You were twitching and roaring in your sleep, and then you shot a plasma blast right into the water! There’s electric eel paste everywhere!” I sat up, tasting my lips. They were bleeding. “Alright, first thing tomorrow morning, we are heading south,” I reported. They stared at me. “Why would we go south?” Meatlug asked. “There’s nothing down there except the Mainland and who knows how many dangerous dragons!” I smirked. “Exactly why we’re going. Minus the dangerous dragons.”

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Chapter 23

The Start

Toothless

“How do we even expect to find these ‘Artifacts’, anyway?” Plasma asked, looking around the clearing. We were leaving shortly. “Don’t know: the Moonserpa just showed me their locations.” I explained, nosing through my saddlebags. “The first item is on an island called “Scotland”. Weird name, right?” Torch huffed and wandered out into the meadow. I watched him leave, then followed him out. I found him sniffing at the pond, looking for more eels. “I see they’re not biting today,” I started casually. Torch shook his massive head. “Nah, sometimes they head downriver towards the sea.” I say down next to him. “You know, Torch, you’ve done a lot to help us,” I said. “I don’t want to have to drag you away from your home. You can stay here.” He looked up in surprise. “What? Of course I’m coming with you!” He exclaimed. “Anyway, I don’t really have a home, so I have nothing to leave.” I blinked. “But, what about this place?” I asked. “Eh, Typhoomerangs have a different den every week or so,” He explained. “I’m wasn’t planning on staying here that long, but I think that you need all the help you can get!” I snorted and flew to the top of the cave. My Auto-Tail clinked against the rocks. For years, the only thing I wanted was to be able to fly on my own, I thought. Now, I can’t wait for Hiccup to get back on.

I looked up as Stormfly gave a warning call. “Changwings, twelve o’clock!” She roared. I looked up and saw two Changwings, who weren’t even bothering to camouflage: Unseen and Mimic. I growled, then glided down to the ground. Unseen’s extremely large tendrils were waving out behind her, while Mimic, though larger than the pack leader, was having difficulty keeping up. They landed on a large pile of rocks and watched us warily before coming down. “Well, that Terror wasn’t as wrong as I thought,” Unseen crooned. “I swore he’d gone funny in the head when he told me you were hiding out on Eel Island.” I dipped my head respectfully. “What brings you here, Unseen?” I asked. I stepped back a bit as Mimic started throwing an enraged fit, throwing curses and spitting small globs of acid. Unseen rolled her eyes and snaked one of her tendrils over Mimic’s mouth and closed it tight. “As Mimic so… dramatically demonstrated, we’ve had a bit of tough luck,” She explained, as Mimic nodded furiously. “What happened?” I asked. “Is your pack in danger?” “Yes, from me,” She growled. “My former pack changed leadership yesterday and that old battle axe Shift took the lead and banished me! Me! And now I’m stuck as a loner, scavenging for food like a bottom feeder!” Mimic tried to say something through her muzzle, but it came out as several annoyed mumbles. Unseen released her grip. “As I was trying to say, Shift hates Unseen,” Mimic explained. “When she takes lead, she always undo’s everything Unseen planned. And that includes deals with strangers, even if it ensures our eggs will never be touched again.” My eyes widened. “So, the deal’s off?” I concluded. Mimic nodded sadly. “Well, not for us!” Unseen huffed, turning bright red and black. “I don’t care if I’m gone or not, I’m coming with you to help with your little Mindrake problem. Not like I have any better ideas on how to survive.” Mimic looked at her leader with shock. “Don’t tell me we’re actually…” She trailed off as Unseen glared at her. “You didn’t have to come, Mimic,” She growled. “You were allowed to stay. So if you want to run back, then fine.” Mimic ducked her head. Unseen turned back to me. “Anyway, any room for us?” I blinked, not knowing what to make of the situation. Stormfly came to my rescue. “You can stay, Unseen,” she said, leaning down so she was eye level with the squat dragon. “But we’re heading outside the Archipelago. You’re going to have to pull your weight if you’re going to be traveling with us.” Unseen sniffed. “I’ve been in a pack: I know what’s going to be expected.” She returned to her perch on the stack of boulders, shifting to camouflage. Mimic gave us an apologetic look, then followed her. “I think we’re getting a littler over our heads,” Stormfly told me. I snorted. “Please, we’ve been past that point for a while. Looking out for two more dragons shouldn’t be too difficult.”

 

A few hours out, storm clouds began funneling their way towards us. Torch growled uneasily from his usual place in the back. “Should we turn back?” He called up to me. I shook my head. “No, we have to keep moving!” I yelled. “We’ve flown through storms before!” Torch, Mimic, and Unseen all looked a bit uneasy at the prospect. A gust of wind blew us slightly off course, but we flapped and righted ourselves. Then the rain started coming down like pebbles. “Toothless, what is that?” Plasma yelled. “Humans?” I looked down. It was the ghost fleet again, nearly invisible in the stormy sky, but not for the keen eyes of a Night Fury. The ships were filled with piles of objects that gleamed like metal. Wait a minute, I thought. Fog, small dragons chattering, metal? If it went against dragon behavior, I’d say that those ships were captained by- My thoughts were interrupted by a bolt of lightning that struck right next to me. The others scattered. “Wait, we have to stick together!” I ordered, but they were too bust dodging lightning to notice. Another bolt struck near me. “Toothless!” Hookfang roared. “Fly above the storm! You’re wearing more metal than the rest of us!” I paused and gave a powerful heave with my wings, shooting up into the clouds. Another blast of wind caused me to falter and drop back down to the sea. “We’re going to have to fight it!” I yelled. The breezes tossed me this way and that, making it impossible for me to even stay upright. I dropped near the frothing waves. I grunted as sea spray crashed into my face. Hookfang dived down and grabbed me with his claws, lifting me up. “You alright?” He asked. I nodded, twisting out of his grip and spreading my wings again. “Okay, I admit, flying through storms is stupid!” I said. I looked behind me and yelped. A wave. “Higher! Fly higher!” I roared to the others. “We can’t! Meatlug yelled. She was floundering helplessly. The wave cast a huge shadow over us, then crashed down.

 

I woke to seawater washing over my face. I coughed a few mouthfulls of water, then went limp, gasping. The others were strewn about in pretty much the same condition, though Meatlug was on Torch’s back. I bumped against something, and looked up to see a ship. A small, gray, scaly head poked over the side, wearing a strip of black cloth tied over it’s right eye. “I must be dead.” I wheezed under my breath. “I’m seeing dragons in eye patches…” The Smothering Smokebreath sat on the railing and called over his shoulder. “Dragon overboard! “Holy mother ‘o Thor, we’re gonna need a bigger boat for the large one!”

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OMG dragon pirates!  Love it! XD

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I've been following this story for some time, but I've never left a comment on it before. I love the plot so far and am excited to see what will happen next (yay--happy to see all the hero dragons united)! Best of luck to you on your studies and have a great school year!

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Blue Scuttleclaw (from HTTYD2) by Defy!

 

 

Borealis the Stormcutter adopted from ravism1313!

 

 

Valiant the Night Fury Blinkie by SoulStereo!

 

 

Valiant the Night Fury by arkeyla!

 

 

Valiant the Night Fury by NadderForever!

 

 

Valiant the Night Fury by ravism1313!

 

 

Valiant the Night Fury by ravism1313!

 

 

Splinter the Whispering Death by hattori!

 

 

Jasper the Monstrous Nightmare by hattori!

 

 

Saphira the Typhoomerang by hattori!

 

 

Dottie the Smothering Smokebreath by hattori!

 

 

Crush the Gronckle by Mariella!

 

 

Rocky the Gronckle by Mariella!

 

 

Dusty the Deadly Nadder bouncie by Rae Didgeridoo!

 

 

Dusty the Deadly Nadder bouncie by Scoubidous!

 

 

Dusty the Deadly Nadder in blockie style by LoyceeForEver!

 

 

Dusty the Deadly Nadder by Chocolate24!

 

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Hey, I heard a lot of great things about this fanfiction, and I came to check it out and whose name do I see as the author's?

Gosh, I had no idea you wrote this one, honest. If I did, I would have been a little faster to respond when you commented on my own fanfic. Thanks for reading my story DragonMic. :D

By the way, I love the way you portrayed Toothless here. Great! Hope to see another chapter soon. :)

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And if you have nothing else to do, here is the link to my Dragon Cave.

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Portrait of Mahelsonei by... well, me. :)                                          Wrathfang bouncie by hattori

 

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Fanfiction-wise, here's a list of well-written, clean HTTYD fanfictions I've found.

 

How to Train Your Dragon: Ireth and Vespera Fable by Yamilink

Excellent, Wonderful story! Beautifully drawn comic book featuring an apothecary/alchemist trying to fit in with other Vikings on Berk as she overcomes her fear of dragons and befriends a particularly special dragon. Set 10 years after the Battle of the Red Death. Highly recommend the read!

* * * * * stars

 

 

No Longer Alone by peterparkersgirlfriend
The entire first movie from Toothless' point of view. Beautifully written, I personally think it captures Toothless' personality and heart like a photograph made out of words. Excellent read!

* * * * * stars

The Helmet by peterparkersgirlfriend
All of Gift of the Night Fury from Toothless' point of view. Held to much the same standard as its predecessor, this story is full of plot twists, danger, and exactly what was going through Toothless' head. Includes how Toothless found Hiccup's helmet!

* * * * (1/2) stars
 

 

A Father's Love

A bunch of one-shots about Hiccup, Astrid, and their new daughter. Embodies the very struggles that made the movies great. But instead of Stoick being the worried father, Hiccup takes the reins as he and Astrid try to raise their children to be not just warm, honest, and good people but good dragon riders as well!

* * * * stars

 

Nightfall

Basically, Hiccup is a viking Tarzan, raised by dragons. After a dragon raid, a peculiar machine shoots down a strange and dangerous dragon. And an even more strange and dangerous boy. Nothing short of spectacular, this book tugs at your heart strings and will pull you in like none other. Fabulous! It made me laugh, cry, and worry myself sick.

* * * (1/2) stars

(My tag line does NOT come from this author, it comes from my drama teacher.)

 

How to Train Your Dragon: A Guide
A humorously written handbook on the care and control of dragons

 

 

Alpha's Heir by Frostfire Markson

Big Challenges by dragonlover43

Dragons Ahead! by Buffert

Horizon by victoriae350

Toothless' Kingdom by dragonmic14

Shouldn't be hard to find. They're here on the forum!

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Chapter 24

The Secondary

Sparkplug

 

“Who’s that?” I whispered to Grassgage. He shrugged, peering at the new Nadder at the Chief’s doorstep. He was blinding white, with royal blue spines, making him look regal. What made him slightly less dignified was the elderly Terrible Terror hanging off his tail, muttering about something in its high-pitched tones. His saddle was thick brown leather, polished and intricately carved, with a quiver of arrows hanging off the side. “I’ve never seen a Nadder that pale before,” Mounty said, squeezing in between us. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a white Nadder!” Needle suddenly appeared on a branch above our hiding spot in the bushes. “He looks nice enough,” She said. “I say we go ask him!” “Needle, wait-“ I began, but she shot me a look and disappeared. She appeared next to the dragon, startling him, and then a look of amusement crossed his face. “C’mon, she won’t listen to you anyways,” Grassgage said. I sighed, following him and Mounty. Ever since the fire incident, the Solar Defenders were divided in half with opinions. One side thought that it was a victory, injuring Lunar and embarrassing Slash, and were actually a bit put down that the Red Night Fury had pulled him away before more permanent damage could be done. The others thought that it was a blatant disobedience of Alpha Toothless’ orders, and thought that we should have asked his permission to go through with the attack. In other words: Team Sparkplug, and Team Needle. Even with Cloudjumper’s wise words, the need for revenge still boiled inside me. It couldn’t be helped: Lunar had too much to answer to. And Needle still wasn’t happy or open with me anymore. My first friend on Berk, and already, she was drifting away.

I caught up to the others, and immediately took a few steps back. The Nadder was huge, and had a strange sense of seniority about him, even though he couldn’t have been more than a few winters older than me. Less, in fact. His eyes still had a youthful luster to them, not yet glassed over with worry like plenty of adult dragons I’d seen on Berk. He swiveled his head to watch us. “Hmm, I wasn’t expecting shadows,” He chuckled. “Especially not from Skrills and Speed Stingers.” My leader attitude returned, and I fanned my wings a bit, showing off the violet and silver markings. “Who are you?” I asked, firmly, but not disrespectfully.  “I’ve never seen you here before.” “I’ve never seen you before, either,” He said. “And I was born on Berk. But, I suppose we’ve been away for a while…” I cocked my head at we. “Darrien, I suggest you tell the Skrill, what he wants to know,” The Terror growled, casting a look over me. “I do not fancy talking gibberish for the rest of the day.”  Before I could ask what he meant, the Nadder coughed. “Right, sorry, Herby. Anyway, my name is Darrien,” He said, addressing me. “I am part of Alpha Toothless’ main squad- second class, of course, not really up to Hero Dragon level- and I’ve just returned from a month-long hunting trip with my rider Nina, who just so happens to be the adopted sister to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III himself.” His chest puffed out a bit. Grassgage slapped himself. “Darrien…” He groaned. “Of course, how could I have forgotten that?” Darrien smiled, then turned back to me. I took it as a signal to introduce myself. “My name is Sparkplug.” I began, dipping my head respectfully. “I’m the leader of the Solar Defenders, a top secret defense team tasked by Alpha Toothless to watch over Berk during his absence, and the present threat.” Darrien tilted his head, and suddenly looked very worried. “What threat?” He asked slowly, as if afraid to speak. We looked up as angry human voices came up the hill.

“Astrid, for Oden’s sake, what happened to him?!” An unfamiliar voice raged. “He looks like a ghost! And don’t tell me this is because of overstress!”

“Nina, it’s hard to explain…” Astrid said, sounding tired.

“Well, try and explain it to me! And what’s with all the Speed Stingers running about? And where’s Stormfly? And Toothless?! Holy cow, is that a Skrill?!” I finally saw the loud human. She was tall, pale, about the same age as Astrid, with long, black hair that was done into an intricate braid. Her eyes were deep blue, a gold ring surrounding the iris, and wore black clothing, with pants instead of a skirt. She had a long bow slung across her shoulder, which made sense to the quiver on Darrien’s saddle. When I looked down, I saw that she didn’t wear boots, not even thin flats that I sometimes saw the village girls wear. It was plain to see: this human was a predator amongst her kind.

“That’s my Nina,” Darrien said proudly. “You will never see a better hunter, or a sharper tongue.” He chuckled, but it was half-hearted, laden down with worry. “She went into the house, then after a few minutes, stormed back out again, with murder written all over her face. I’ve only ever seen that look when something comes between her, me, or Hiccup.” The human, Nina, bent down to inspect me. “That’s Sparkplug,” Astrid explained. “We rescued him several weeks back, not long after we rescued a pack of Speed Stingers from Boar Head Island. He’s been living with me since he came here, even after Stormfly… left with Toothless and the other’s dragons.” Nina looked up at Astrid with shock, then turned back to me.

“Do you know what’s happened here?”

I yelped, tumbled backwards. My face was pulled open in shock. She spoke. She spoke dragon! She looked surprised, then amused. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite!” She rumbled. Her accent was a bit high-pitched, compared to the tones I was used to, but it was still understandable. “What? How… how are you talking to me?” I stammered. “Nina Haddock is a Dragon Tongue,” Grassgage whispered to me. “She was taught Dragonese by that Terror sitting on Darrien’s back. Pretty much raised by him. I’m pretty sure she even spoke briefly to Drago Bludvist’s Bewilderbeast!” I swallowed, now watching Nina with extreme fascination. “Now… Sparkplug…” Nina repeated. “What happened here?” I glanced around the Plaza, where a few curious gazes had fallen on us, both human and dragon. A group of Slash’s guards were glaring at us from their shaded place next to Gobber’s Forge. “Er, Nina… Beta,” I said quickly, remembering the titles for flock hierarchy my mother had taught me. She blinked. “We need to go somewhere quieter,” I explained. “There are prying eyes everywhere.” She nodded solemnly, then opened the door for us to come in.

Hiccup was sitting, slumped, in front of the fire. He was certainly in better shape than he had been a few days ago, but he was still a wreck. His hair was very shaggy, his eyes tired. He looked much older than twenty at that moment. He smiled at my friends and me. “I see you’ve met some of my new friends,” He said, holding his arm out to Needle. She crawled up it, settling around his shoulders like a cat. Grassgage and Mounty sat next to Darrien, while Nina and Astrid sat next to Hiccup, the Terror sitting on Nina’s head, with his tail curled around her face. I stood in the middle of the room, waiting until Hiccup nodded. “Herby and Nina can translate for you,” He said, and I began. “Sir, for the past several weeks, Alpha Toothless has been hiding from Lunar, the green striped Night Fury that has been giving you so much grief lately,” I reported, my voice becoming sharp and precise. “The Solar Defenders have lost contact with him for a few days, but- agh, but you don’t know what that is, do you?” Hiccup shook his head. “Er well, the Solar Defenders are like… a volunteer group, made up of mostly dragons twelve storm seasons and younger. Don’t look so shocked; young dragons are far from defenseless, especially with training given from Needle, my second: that would be the Speed Stinger on your shoulders.” Hiccup self-consciously reached up and brushed his fingers against Needle’s crest. “You see, Slash defeated Toothless using a Ruby Heartstone, a powerful dragon artifact. I’m not familiar with it’s legend, but I do know that it grant’s it’s wielder with amazing firepower, as you saw at the challenge. Lunar gave it to him, after stealing it from Red Wing Mountain on Ghost Island, right under the nose of an extremely large, powerful Red Death named Ares.” The room took a collective gulp at the thought of a Red Death in the area. “Toothless and the other head dragons are, at the moment, out of contact range, as reported from Sharpshoot, but they are safe, for the time being. Toothless is trying to gather dragons to his cause, so he can take down Slash and Lunar and reclaim the Berkian throne.” Nina raised her hand. “One question, Sparkplug,” She said. “So far, I’ve only counted half a dozen Speed Stingers, and one measly Night Fury. If Slash cheated by using that stone, then that means he has no control over Berk’s flock. Why can’t we all just band together and take them down? We outnumber them ten to one!” I shook my head, trying to figure out how to explain this simply. “It’s… not that simple, Beta,” I said. “Lunar isn’t a normal dragon. He’s sadistic, insane. And… he’s a Mindrake.” Nina, Darrien, and Herby all put on faces of horror, while Astrid and Hiccup just looked confused. “What’s… a Mindrake?” Astrid asked. “Something bad,” I growled. “Mindrakes are dragons who can control the thoughts of other dragons, and apparently, humans. They’re always psychotic, dangerous, and unpredictable, especially Lunar.” My voice was starting to growl more than I wanted it to. “He’s controlling Slash, using him like a pawn. And he’s been using his Mindrake powers on Chief Hiccup for… some sort of twisted reason, I don’t know. What I do know, is that it’s Lunar twisting up his brainwaves that’s torturing him like this, and my Generals and I have been trying to keep Lunar from him as much as possible. That fire in the Plaza: our doing.” I grinned, and Nina grabbed Hiccup’s arm protectively. Needle glared at me, and I ignored it. “Also,” I continued. “Toothless said for us to wait for him before to take any drastic actions against Lunar. He’s afraid that some of us might get hurt.”

“Oh, like you listened to him!”

Needle scrambled down Hiccup’s shirtfront and stood in front of me. “You planned for Lunar to get caught in that fire,” She growled. Angry, but somehow managing to keep her voice slow. “You planned for him to either suffocate or burn! You planned for him to die, before Toothless even got a chance at him! I’m almost glad the Red Night Fury jumped in! It would be better than you getting your way!” That stung like a thousand poisoned spines. “Hey, I was trying to do the right thing!” I roared. The rest of the dragons and humans were watching us with confusion as Nina and Herby translated as best they could. “The right thing would have been to not even think of that plan!” Needle insisted. “Alpha Toothless and Lunar obviously have a bad history: they need to settle it, their way!” My blood boiled. “Toothless has a bad history with Lunar?!” I exclaimed. “How about me, huh? Do I get any compensation for what he did to me?!” I reared up, showing my scars. “Not like this!” Needle roared back. “Revenge is not the answer now-“ “HE KILLED MY MOTHER!” “And you’ve got to deal with it, until Toothless comes, and then-“ “Than what?! You don’t understand, Needle, you never did!” I bit my tongue, sorry as soon as the words left my mouth. Needle’s crest rose to full height, then she growled and sped out the door. I covered my face with a wingclaw. “Stupid, stupid!” I muttered. “Heh, females, right?” Darrien said, unsuccessfully trying to lighten the mood.

Meanwhile, Nina was fuming. I’d never seen a human this angry she was almost smoking. She got up, pacing around the room. “So, what you’re saying is that a Night Fury is coming in here, and torturing my brother, FOR NO REASON?!” I took a few tentative steps back. “Umm… yes?” She trembled.

“WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THAT SLIME FACED, NO GOOD LITTLE-“ “Language!” Herby said, slapping her cheek with the end of his tail. “We have Shortwings in the room, remember?” She growled and continued pacing. “Okay, first order of business,” she said. “Get. Hiccup. Out. Of here.” “Excuse me?” Grassgage said. “Frankly, Miss Haddock, sir, er, ma’am, we would have no where to hide him! The island’s heavily guarded, and no one get’s in or out without Slash- and Lunar- knowing it. We probably have guards prying around, looking for info about you and your dragon already!” We glanced around. “My tree lab,” Nina said suddenly. “No one else knows about it but me, Hiccup, the Terrible Terrors, and a few very close friends, both human and dragon.” I began pacing as well. “Mountain Rush, go find Needle,” I said. “We have a lot of planning.” Hiccup raised a hand. “Don’t I get a say in this?” He asked. “There is no way I’m leaving Berk with a bunch of baby dragons as Berk’s only defense!” I huffed, then realized that was the exact same thing I’d said when I’d first learned of the Solar Defenders. “Chief, we’re dragons,” I said. “We can handle it. And Toothless will be back soon. In the meantime, he’d torch my tail if anything compromised your safety while he was away.” Hiccup opened his mouth to argue, but then snapped his mouth shut at a look from Nina. “Also, you won’t be leaving without the human population having some sort of protection,” Nina said. “I’m going to be taking command.” “WHAT?!” Hiccup exclaimed. “Nina, but you’re-“ “Just adopted?” She snarled. “I’m still your sister, Hiccup: that gives me control in your absence.” “That works in dragon laws, too!” Grassgage piped up. “In dragon flocks, if the Alpha is absent, but not defeated, the temporary leader is his or her closest family member: by birth, or not. Therefore, Nina Haddock is legible to lead the Isle of Berk, on both fronts!” Hiccup sighed, defeated. I glanced out the window. This could work. But I could feel something brewing. Something bad.

Lunar was healing.

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*tapping fingers together with an evil look*  Oh censored ho... This is starting to get interesting...  Good chapter, and keep going!

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I love it! I love how you protrayed Nina and Darrien. Frankly I'm glad she can silence Hiccup with a glare. I love that you gave Nina a ferocious, half-motherly attitude toward Hiccup and Berk in general. And nice cliffhanger at the end, where Lunar's healing, meaning he'd be coming after Nina soon. Teehee, I eagerly await what I'll-er she'll do to him when he finds out that Hiccup's out of his reach. Mwahahaha! (I'm such a sadistic psychopath!)

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Let's start with some of my dragons B]

This is Magma, my chilling horror; adopted from goldenfury (lineart by nightmarerebuff)

This is Psychoblast, the eruditious shadowscorn by nightmarerebuff:

This is Ampora, my Tridenttailed Melodious Sirenvapor by Le Jigglypuff and Kimbenoso!

This is (The great) Maxie, my legendary Volcanic Woollyflare, by Le Jigglypuff and Kimbenoso!

 

This is Strider the Sidereal Sentinel by Varku!

 

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And then I became Gravity falls, Steven Universe, and Homestuck trash. 

The end.

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Chapter 25

A Smokebreath's Life for Me

Toothless

 

I snapped and growled as the Smothering Smokebreaths lifted me out of the water and over the ship. I could tell by the Skrill head on the prow that it was a cast-off Berserker ship. One of them swooped down and slipped a muzzle of rope around my head, keeping me from opening my mouth. “ALRIGHT, LET ‘IM DROP!” A voice roared. The dragons let go of the ropes, and I fell a few feet before landing ungracefully on the deck. I grunted, looking up. “Which one should we get next, Sir?” the eye patch dragon asked another Smokebreath. This one had a polka dot handkerchief tied around his head, and carried a small dagger in his jaws. “Get the ones that are closest,” He ordered. “Not the Typhoomerang, though, not yet: don’t know what to do about that one.” I growled, trying to stand up, before they dropped a net on top of me. I struggled, trying to roar at the top of my lungs, but all that came out was a strangled moan. “Think we should wang ‘im?” Eye-Patch asked Handkerchief. “I can’t think that net’ll hold him for long.” “Nah, he’ll either give up or tire himself out,” Handkerchief insisted. “However, if he does manage to break the ropes, you can whack him all ya want.” The Smokebreaths snickered at the prospect. One by one, my friends were pulled up out of the water. Stormfly and Plasma were placed on my ship, while the others were spread out between two other ships. The only one left was Torch.

“Should we come back for him later?” Handkerchief suggested. Eye Patch shook his head. “The tide would was him away. I think we should just leave him to the Scauldrons.” My eyes widened, and I struggled harder than ever. I finally broke my muzzle and screamed at the top of my lungs. “He’s just a kid! You can’t leave him here he’ll die! Let me-“ I was cut short by a sharp blow to the head. Spots swam through my vision as the Smokebreaths chortled with laughter.

“Oye, what’s going on out here?”

All the Smokebreaths stood to attention as a dragon emerged from below deck. One of them tugged my head back. This Smothering Smokebreath was larger than the rest; with gray scales that were so dark they were almost black, his bright yellow eyes screamed intimidation. He wore steal talon sheaths, leg guards, a floppy tri-corn hat and a polished leather belt strapped around his chest. From it were hanging several sparkly necklaces, from bronze to silver to gold. This was obviously their leader. I tried to snap a scathing comment, but my head was swimming too much for me to utter more than a soft groan. “Cap’n Smoggy, sir!” Handkerchief saluted. “We found these Sky-Lubbers driftin’ in the swells, sir. This one’s been puttin’ up quite a fight, but we’ve got it all under control, sir!” The leader peered at me curiously, then his eyes widened. “You imbeciles!” He roared, cuffing Handkerchief of the head. He ducked. “Sorry, Cap’n, ‘scuse me, Cap’n, won’t happen again, Cap’n… er, what was it we did again, Cap’n?” “Are ye all so near-sighted that ya canna see what’s in front ‘o ye?” The captain roared. “It’s Toothless of Berk!” The Smokebreaths all turned to stare at me. “I… am…” I groaned. “And… you… are… not leaving…. Torch…” I let my head collapse on the deck. The captain looked to where Torch was drifting in the waves, unconscious. “Drag the big one’s head up on deck,” He ordered. “Then get word to Ash and Mist to tie his wings to their sterns and sail in a loose formation. Very loose. It’s going ta be a long journey…” He looked back down at me. “And bring this one down below. His friends won’t be waking up any time soon…”

 

It took hours until it sounded like we were getting somewhere. Above me, I heard the Smokebreaths buzz around on deck, constantly talking in their rough, high-pitched voices, until I had to cover my ears to drown out the din.

I probably fell asleep at some point, because I woke to a loud thump on the deck. “Land censored!” A Smokebreath yelled. There was a collective sigh, as if the whole crew had been holding its breath. I managed to stand up, finding the net had been taken off. Glancing around, I cautiously made my way to a ladder and poked my head out of the ceiling.

Fog obscured my view. Then I realized it was coming from the Smokebreaths, who were breathing smoke to hide the ship. Torch’s huge head was sitting on the deck, his eyes barely fluttering, even after having a Smokebreath sit on his nose. I ducked down as the captain and Handkerchief walked near the hatch. “Ya know, I’m startin’ ta think that this is a whole lot ‘o trouble, this “Piracy”, thing,” Handkerchief growled. “Why can’t we just pillage like we used to? Or better yet, stop pillaging at all!” The captain glared at him. “Because we have a job to do, Cloak!” He growled. “We canna just sit by while there’s treasures around. Treasures that could be devestatin’ if left on their own or in the wrong hands.” Handkerchief, or Cloak, looked up into the mist. “Why do ye care? This isn’t about… Smokescreen, is it?” A growl silenced him. “Everything is about Smokescreen,” He said. “Ever since she came to us, I can’t stop thinking how dangerous it is to have all those powers strewn about.” Cloak sniffed. “Aren’t ye happy with just one Heartstone? The Smokestone is doing wonders for our camouflage! I don’t see why you’d want to try and send Smokescreen back to that island with what she can do-“ “Captain Smoggy!” A dragon yelled out. “We’re comin’ up on Breakneck Bog!”

I mentally slapped myself. Of course they were going to Breakneck Bog! Where else in the Archipelago did Smothering Smokebreaths live? Great job, Toothless, I thought. You’re powers of observation are top notch, as usual.

“Aha, it seems our guest of honor has finally come out of his hole!”

I whirled around. The captain was standing in front of me. “What do you want from us?” I demanded. “If you’re looking for hostages, don’t hold your breath. At the moment, Berk’s been occupied, and the present leaders wouldn’t care a fish if I was captured!” His jaws curled into a slight smile. “So, the rumors are true, eh?” He snickered. “Got your throne kicked out from under you, Alpha Toothless?” I bared my teeth. “Agh, no offense, lad,” He said, raising his wings as a peace sign. “My apologies for my crew’s high-handed approach to fishin’ you and yer comrades out of the drink.” He dipped into an exaggerated bow. “Captain Archibald Smoggy, at yer service, Toothless the Alpha Slayer. I'm one of many captains in the Mist Raders, the elite forces of the Smokebreath Royal Navy. We specialize in pilaging, plundering, requisition of rare and unusual artifacts, ship restorers, and can-do rescue missions of those who would pay a high profit. Piracy, in general.” I stared blankly, before saying stupidly, “What kind of a name is Archibald?”

Smoggy broke into a gale of laughter, shattering the quiet atmosphere of the ship. “That’s Cap’n Smoggy to you, Sky-Lubber!” He gasped, wiping tears from his eyes. “C’mon, follow me up to the bow. Breakneck Bog’s a sight you wouldna wanta miss these days.”

The first thing I saw was a hand. A giant, clawed hand, made up of five steep rocky islands. I hadn’t been to Breakneck Bog in years, but I was still shocked by how much had changed. The stretch of ocean that had divided the islands was now closed up, the gaps in the fingers built up with rocks, creating a deep bay. There were small, crude watchtowers on either side of the gate that separated the bay from intruders. I could only make them out by the metal braziers that burned white-hot. The smoke was so thick it was almost like night. On the shores, several lights flickered. It was hard to make out their source at first, but as we got closer, I realized they were coming from buildings.

Or, what could pass as buildings.

Everyone knows that Smokebreaths lived in nests made of stolen metal. Being Mystery Class dragons, their skin was weaker, and had to be creative with means of defense. What I saw were huge wooden ships, wrecked in all manners and hauled up to the cliffs and shores of the bog. Wooden pathways stretched up, down, and around the broken boats, and wagons pulled by Smokebreaths made a steady march through the village. Because that’s what it was: a village.

“Beautiful, ain’t it?” Smoggy asked. “Some of the ships we find will never be seaworthy again, so we haul them up on land and fix them into dens. Oh, and the seawalls? Some Thunderdrums around here are always lookin’ for some sort of work, something to show off their muscles. So, we had ‘em make a nice little bay for us.” “This bay’s wider than two Typhoomerangs laid wing tip to wing tip,” I said, taking in everything. “Aye, a bit of a disappointment, considering how we’d planned to expand farther out into the ocean.” I heard a soft thunk as the ship reached one of the many wooden docks that spread along the shores like a spider web. “How on earth did you build this?” I asked finally. “And… wood?! Why on earth didn’t you use metal?” Smoggy smirked again. “Do you really think there’s enough metal in the Archipelago to build something like this? Not in your wildest dreams! Our main nest is completed, but it acts more as a symbolic abode rather than a practical one, especially with the population boom around here.” “You dragons,” I began, not believing my eyes. “Are acting exactly like humans. You’ve changed your entire way of life!” Smoggy shook his head. “Nae, not entirely. You see, we still scavenge for parts: we’ve just… expanded, if you will. The wood and other materials we use for building, the crafted items we use for décor or their original purpose, and, at the moment, Breakneck Bog has a whole treasury full of random metal items, many of them of great value to humans. We keep all of it in the Metal Nest, the most protected part of the island.” “Why piracy, though?” I asked. “You could choose any human life style you wanted, with engineering like this. Why stick with pillaging and repairing old ships?” Smoggy gave me a grave look. “It’s in our blood, Night Fury,” He said. “We can’t stop it, and we can’t throw it away. We were already pirates before we learned to sail, and we won’t stop. Not while I’m around, and while humans are good for trade.” My jaw fell open. “What, ya havna heard?” smoggy said, truly surprised. “I swore at least one tribe would be blabbing about their sales partners by now. We trade with humans on a daily basis, as we happen to be more efficient at getting items and weaponry than human merchants.” “But, but… how do you even communicate with them?!” I exclaimed. Forgive me, if I sounded rude, but I’d had a strange few weeks. “The only dragon I know that could speak Norse was a Terrible Terror back on Berk, and most tribes still kill dragons! How do you get close enough without them shooting you on sight?” Smoggy’s answer was cut short as Cloak called to us from the top of the mast. “Cap’n! Smokescreen’s coming down like a Night Fury with a Skrill on its case! She doesn’t look angry this time, so don’t worry about gettin’ lectured!” Smoggy smiled. “Phew! That lass ‘o mine has a sharp tongue, when she get’s a mind to use it.” Captain Smoggy suddenly was absorbed in a puff of smoke. The cloud molded and grew into the shape of a tall, human male, with a sweeping coat, tall boots, and puffy sleeves. His hat, talon sheaths, and adorned belt all seemed to float in their appropriate places, like there was an actual human standing in front of me rather than a whole lot of hot air. Glowing yellow dots of light under the hat pinpointed eyes.

All this paled in comparison to what I saw next.

The thing that made me nearly keel over in astonishment was now running down the wooden ramps towards the ship with ash blonde hair, misty gray eyes, soot-covered pale skin, a large, gray dress, bare feet and steel ankle bracelets that clinked and jangled every time their owner’s feet hit the ground. It was one thing I’d seen every day for the past five years, but never paid much attention to. But this was a totally different situation, in a totally different place.

This was a human girl. A five-year-old, human girl.

Living with Smothering Smokebreaths.

((PLOT TWIST! XD))

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Um...Wow? O.O I'd love to

Um...Wow? O.O I'd love to know how the Smokebreaths are communicating with humans to trade, unless that girl is the answer. And Mother of Minecraft, dragons that build entire villages out of scavenged pieces of wreckage?!

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Well, think about it: If they've got strength, wings, numbers, and (according to some sources) near-human intelligence, then I think dragons could likely do some pretty amazing things! Anyway, ships are like houses anyway. All you have to do is drag them on land and patch a few holes in the roof to make it livable!

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Coooollll....

That, my friend, is an entirely new brand of awesome. Just sayin'. :)

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Nice one! ^^

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Interesting...

I've got a couple chapters in my fanfiction written that have a Smokebreath in them. My main character's little brother sort of takes over responsibility for taking care of a Smokebreath that got injured in 'Smoke Gets in Your Eyes'. You know that one that Hiccup takes down with the bola in his shield? That one.

I love your portrayal of the Smokebreaths, though! Mind-boggling. But one odd thing that hit me the instant I started reading the last two chapters; for some weird reason, I keep reading Cap'n Smoggy's dialogue with Alvin's voice. Dunno why... :P

Fantastic! And I love that you threw in Nina and Darrien and Herby, too! 'Big Challenges' is one of my other favorite fanfics! Looking forward to the next chapter.

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Chapter 26

More than One

Toothless

 

Smoggy’s smoke shape bent down and opened its arms. The small human girl ran right into them, giggling as she was enveloped in a hug. “Ach, there’s my lass!” Smoggy laughed. “Ye weren’t worried this time, were ye?” She shook her head, then looked over his shoulder at me. “Sat a Nigh’ Fury?” She asked in perfect dragon. All I could do was sit down heavily on the deck. “Wha… how? When?” I stammered. Smoggy’s human form dissipated, leaving the Smokebreath standing on the deck next to the girl. “Oden’s ghost, ye look like you’ve seen Oden’s ghost!” Smoggy exclaimed. “If I was you, I’d take a good long swim in t’ harbor, dragon!” I shook my head until I was dizzy. “How long has this human been here, Smoggy?” I asked. “Her tribe-“ “We’re her tribe,” Smoggy said firmly. “Smokescreen’s been wi’ us since before she could do more than wail. She’s a Smothering Smokebreath, through and through.” Smokescreen smiled and walked towards me. She curtsied respectfully, then reached up her hand and touched my muzzle. “Fwelcome!” She giggled. I blinked, then bent down to smell her. She certainly smelled like a Smokebreath: ash, old wood, and that sour metal scent like from cheap jewelry. But there was still that lingering smell that was unique to one species: humans. Which tribe did she come from? I wondered. And how did the Smokebreaths get her? Was she abandoned, or… I glanced around the docks, where the Smokebreaths had turned their attention away from me. Did they steal her? Like how they stole everything else on this island?

 I turned as Stormfly and Plasma both groaned. “Ugh, where are we?” Stormfly growled, trying to stand up, until she realized that a roped had been tied around her ankle. “What’s the meaning of this?!” “Calm down, we aren’t in any danger,” I said as her tail spikes flared. “A group of Smokebreaths came by and picked us out of the water. Can you believe this place? It’s even more amazing than Valka’s Sanctuary!” Stormfly glanced around, her eyes widening. “Whoa,” She breathed. “I have no peripheral vision, and I’m still impressed!” Plasma raised her head and nodded, the first thing those two agreed on since they’d met. “If you ask me-“ “-and me! I’d like it much-“ “-better if they would-“ “-get me out-“ “-of this stupid net!” Barf & Belch called from their boat. “Would you keep quiet?” Hookfang roared from the same boat. “I can’t concentrate with you chatting with yourself!” A few sparks flickered over his snout, before a bucket of water doused them. “Sorry, lad,” The Smokebreath with the bucket said. “Fire plus wooden ships plus wooden village, equals a whole lot of charred timber.” Hookfang roared and tore through the ropes, using his tail to toss it away from him. He did the same for Meatlug and Barf & Belch. There was a yelp from the third ship. Mimic and Unseen were using their acid to burn through their bonds. They turned invisible, then suddenly appeared at my side. “I, for one, am highly displeased with the service!” Unseen growled. Her tendrils had gotten tangled together, and Mimic was furiously trying to untie them. “Don’t complain,” I sighed. “We could still be floating out there.” Plasma shook away her net, then spotted Smokescreen. “Toothless?” She asked. “Is that what I think it is?” I nodded as Smokescreen bounced up to her. “I’ve never seen a human this close…” Plasma breathed, lowering her head. She wasn’t the largest of Night Furies, but Plasma still dwarfed the tiny human. “Yer a Nigh’ Fury, too!” Smokescreen said joyfully. Plasma’s eyes turned into sapphire saucers, and she stared at Smokescreen. “How are you speaking Dragon?” She asked. “You’re a human!” Smokescreen’s arms crossed. “Ima part o’ da Smokebreath Royal Navy!” She huffed. “I no’ a smelly human!” She gave me a confused look. I shrugged and waved my paw in a circle, our signal for just go with it. “Well, aren’t you the tough one!” Plasma giggled. “I’m Plasma, what’s your name?” “Smokescween!” Smokescreen chirruped. “Wanna see my island?” She grabbed Plasma’s paw and tugged until she followed the enthusiastic human. “C’mon, the lot of you!” Smoggy called from one of the catapult towers. Where on earth did they get a catapult? “We havena had any visitors, other than the Thunderdrums, so this’ll be a right treat for the flock!”

 

“So, I’m still boggling on how cat sized dragons built an entire village out of wrecked ships in just a few short years!” Hookfang muttered to the rest of us. We were walking through the village in a tight formation. Even though they didn’t steal metal for their nests anymore, I still kept my tail pulled close to me, just in case any old instincts kicked in.  “You and me both,” I whispered back. “It’s just… not dragon like.” “And a Night Fury learning to read is?” Meatlug pointed out. I coughed, embarrassed. “Well, that was just… something I picked up from Hiccup. Say, you don’t think that maybe Smokescreen…?” “I don’t think, I know,” Stormfly growled. “That human must’ve told them about how humans lived and they decided to try it out for themselves. Smokescreen must’ve come from a Thief’s Tribe, like the Bog Burglars, or the Hysterics. That’s why the Smokebreaths are pirates.” “One problem with that theory, Stormfly,” Barf hissed. “That black Smokebreath- Smoggy, wasn’t it? - Said that they found Smokescreen when she was little more than a hatchli- er, baby. She probably doesn’t even remember her tribe, never mind whether they were pirates or not.” I watched as Smokescreen pranced around Plasma. She seemed to be obsessed with Night Furies, obviously been told stories of our glamorous history. Which was, of course, very exaggerated. Truth be told, every Night Fury I’d ever met was a bit of a jerk, and that was being polite. Well, except for Plasma, and Moonlight. But I wasn’t going to shatter her dreams. Smokescreen seemed so fearless around dragons (even ones the size of Torch) that it was hard not to smile at her antics: dodging between Stormfly’s legs, climbing up to Hookfang’s horns, swinging off of Barf & Belch’s tails. She had to be the most agile human I’d ever seen. Plasma seemed to adore her. That was a relief for me: now I knew that she wouldn’t freak out around humans when we got back to Berk.

If we ever got back to Berk.

“Well, here we are!” Captain Smoggy suddenly said. “The Great Caravel. You don’t know how long it took us to get it all the way up here!” We looked up. And up, and up. The ship was enormous. With three masts, a huge length, and no less then seven decks, I’d never seen anything like it. There was a huge hole cut into the side, with thick wooden doors to block it. “Pilfered it from the Hysterics, we did!” Smoggy said proudly. “It was just sitting in their village square, gathering dust, until we came along and put it to better use as a meeting lodge, medical bay, mess hall, and extra lodgings for visitors such as yourselves. Word around the cave system is that those crazy humans sailed to the Land-That-Doesn’t-Exist, and made it back in one piece! Mad as Mackerel, those Hysterics, but they sure do know how ta build a ship!” I nodded dumbly. Just when I thought I’d gotten my mind back together, they went and blew it again.

“Well, now I realize why you didn’t use it in your fleet,” Meatlug said as the doors closed behind us. The hole wasn’t just on the side: it was down the center of the ship as well. The floor at the bottom of the hole was made of ballast stones cemented together, and the only deck that didn’t have a gap was the second to the top, creating the roof. “Oh, nay, it was in perfect sailing condition when we borrowed it!” Smoggy chattered. “It was just too large for us to handle very well, so we turned it into a building, and let’s just say there wasn’t an existing space that was large enough for a meeting area…” Every Smokebreath who was sitting on the ledges looked down at us. I heard whispers, but they were silenced by a very loud voice.

“WHAT BE THE MEANING OF THIS, SMOGGY?”

That voice could only belong to a Thunderdrum. Sure enough, a sea green Drummer glided down to the main floor. “Just pol-li-tical visitors, Shaker,” Smoggy growled, sounding tired. “Dere’s no need ta get yer gills in a twist.” The Thunderdrum growled, glared at us, then flew back up to a group of sea dragons that were perched on the upper levels. Smokescreen pulled my head down to her level. “That’s where all the Thunderdrums sit,” She whispered in my ear. “They aren’t really citizens, so they get the worst seats. And I think they like it that way, since they’re always so grumpy.” “Having some very close friends who are Thunderdrums, I can’t say you’re wrong.” I whispered back. She giggled, then ran back to Smoggy’s side. He lifted her off the ground, placing her on the dais in the center of the room. “My fellow buccaneers!” Smoggy roared to the rafters. “This evening, we have some most distinguished guests! Toothless the Alpha Slayer is among us!” This caused a massive clamor. “He and his comrades have come a long way!” Smoggy continued. “And they are to be treated with utmost respect! So, whoever breaks that order will get hung up a lanyard for the next three days!” He snorted, then beckoned me up to an area on the ground floor. “So, what brings yer group of revolutionaries to this part of the Archipelago?” He asked as we gathered around a lit brazier. “Well, we were sort of trying to head out of the Archipelago…” I said. “Why? Don’t tell me yer actually runnin’ scared from that pompous Mindrake that’s walkin’ around like he owns the place!” Smoggy huffed. I shook my head. “No, I’m not going to run away from Lunar,” I explained. “We’re gathering an army!” Belch added. “Or, at least, we were, until Toothless got an idea that we need to find some weird boxes.” Barf snorted. Smoggy gave me a look that plainly said, explain. I told him about the Moonserpa and the artifacts. “Hmm, I was wondering where those old eccentrics had gone off to,” He said finally, passing Smokescreen some tiny balls and pieces of bent metal to play with. “But, lad, I think yer searching in the very wrong places.” I tilted my head. “Well, we’ve probably searched through the whole Archipelago!” Smoggy exclaimed. “And I swear I’ve seen at least two of those boxes yer describin’, right here in Barbaria.” “WHAT?!” Our exclamation blew him back a few inches. “Aye, nae joke,” Smoggy said, fixing his hat. “We’ve found several boxes, sounding exactly like ye said. They all must’ve been misplaced over the years, an’ yer Moonserpa friend didna know it! I think we might have one in the Metal nest. Oye, Sneaky!” A small, very pale Smokebreath rushed forward. “Go tell Ghost and Steam to bring that box from the Treasury. The one that no one can open?” He nodded, and a few minutes later, came back with two other Smokebreaths, and a small chest. “This looks exactly like the metal plated chest in my dream,” I said, sniffing at the lock. “How do we get it open?” “No one can,” Smoggy sighed. “My archive dragons ‘ave been banging their ‘eads against a wall for two years tryin’ ta figure it out, but nothin’s worked!” Stormfly pulled the chest closer to her. “Interesting keyhole,” she observed. “It almost looks like… WAIT! I have an idea!” She shot a spine into a wall. Right over my head. “Is your idea trying to kill my brother?!” Plasma roared. Stormfly ignored her, pulling out the spine and leveling it towards the lock. “Hold it… just got to… THERE! It’s open!” the lid creaked open. “A Nadder spine?!” Smoggy groaned. “Why didn’t we think ‘o that?!” We all crowded around to look at the contents. “Well, this is disappointing,” Hookfang growled. “None of us can use a sword!”

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*clapping happily* Yay!!  Another chapter! ^^

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Excellent, as per usuale. Do you have any artwork of the Moonserpas? Your description sort of left me scratching my head... They sound very cool. :)

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I wish I did, but I can't seem to post screenshots or photos onto the forum. Just think of European dragon with white fur, long talons, a tail like a Stromcutter, and a multi-colored frill like a Hobblegrunt. Their wings look sort of like this:

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Very pretty. :) Thanks!

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Chapter 27

The Operation

Sparkplug

 

It would have been a serious occasion. If it weren’t for Hiccup’s disguise.

“Quit laughing, this isn’t funny!” He hissed. Me, Nina, Darrien, and Herby were in the upstairs loft of their house, leaning against each other for support as we helped Hiccup get ready. We’d wrapped him in a gigantic canvas bed sheet, gutted some pumpkins, and placed them on his feet, head, and torso, angling them so that the tops would face up when he lied down. He looked like some sort of pumpkin monster. Nina and I gasped for air, bursting into another fit every time we looked at him. “Sorry, bro,” Nina gurgled. “But… Oh, Thor, I really wish we had time to draw a picture!” She collapsed to her knees. “How’s…. about we… start… moving?” Herby suggested. He was gripping the beams on the ceiling upside-down, not having enough breath to pull himself up again. “I a-a-a-agree!” I chortled. “The sooner we-hee-haw get, get him into the cart, the better!” Hiccup growled and shoved his Pumpkin helmet back on (much to our hilarity) and managed to walk down the stairs without falling or punching a hole through with his metal leg.

Needle had to step on her own muzzle. “How is this a disguise?” She whispered. “He looks even more noticeable!” “That’s what the produce carts are for,” I explained. The moon was a waning crescent, casting an eerie shadow over the village. Needle, Grassgage, and Mountain Rush had brought two carts; one full of grain sacks, and the other full of pumpkins. I could sense the other Solar Defenders lurking in the small Whispering Death tunnels we had dug, just in case things went wrong. “Okay, so, we hide Hiccup in these carts…” Nina said, going over our plan. “Then we take the quickest path out of the village, and up to the forest. Once we’re cleared of any possible eavesdroppers, Darrien and I will unload him and fly up to the tree lab, where he will stay put.” She said the last part in human. Hiccup made some grumbling noises from underneath the pumpkin, but got into the pumpkin cart and lay down. We covered him with small, hollowed out pumpkins, making sure the fruit on his head allowed him to breathe. Darrien allowed Nina to strap him to the cart. “Let’s go,” I whispered, adjusting my helmet.

 

Our secrecy lasted about thirty seconds.

“Heyyou!”

We froze as a three Speed Stinger guards materialized in our path. “Whatdoyouthinkyou’redoingoutthislate?” One of them roared. “GoodeveningVenom!” Needle roared back, switching to her rapid Speed Stinger dialect. Slash’s guard narrowed his eyes. “Needle?” He asked. “WhatinScorpion’snameareyoudoinghere?” Needle smiled. “Helping my friend get food up into the forest!” Needle said. I blinked at her switch in speeds. “You see, Nina’s friend lives up in the woods, and it’s been a while since she’s been down to the village,” Needle explained, playing up our story. “So, she thought maybe we’d bring extra food up to her farm, just in case she’s having trouble storing up for winter! It’s the right thing to do…” I suddenly realized why Needle switched from her Speed Stinger cant. Stingers often think of talking slow as the equivalent of baby talk, when speaking to each other. She was trying to sound cute and defenseless, like a good little hatchling without a bad bone in her. Smart, Needle…

“Thenwhyareyougoinguptherethislate?” The Stinger growled. “It’snearlymidnight!” Needle made her eyes go huge. “It’s taken us all day to gather all these supplies!” She insisted. “Nina’s been so worried, I don’t think she can wait till morning!” To emphasize, Nina sniffled, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. The Speed Stingers looked at us suspiciously. “Checkthecarts!” He ordered. We stiffened as the two Stingers crawled around the grain sacks, sniffing them and lifting them up with their tails. We had no worries about them smelling Hiccup: we’d masked his scent. I had a feeling we’d be hearing from him, since we kinda used Seraphina Oil on the pumpkin shells so he wouldn’t move…  heheh.

“What do we do?” Mounty whispered to me. “If they try to lift those pumpkins…” “I know, I’m thinking,” I muttered back. Then an idea hit me. “Nina!” I whispered. She came over, and I whispered my plan in her ear. “Uh!” She cried out. The guards looked up. “What’sthematterwithher?” One of them asked. “Oh, it’s my head!” Nina groaned. “I feel so dizzy! I think I’m going to…” She collapsed on the ground, one hand lifted to her forehead. “She’s fainted!” I cried, pretending to panic. The Speed Stinger started to panic as well. “WHATDIDWEDO?” They roared. Their leader growled. “Nothingyouidiots!” He roared. “Humansarejustweaklikethat!” He nudged Nina’s cheek with his foot. She opened one eye, groaning. “Oh dear, what happened?” She asked. “Youfellover.” He growled. “Nowyoutwochecktheothercart…” Nina “fainted” again. “Are you dragons serious?!” I roared, covering her protectively with a wing. “She needs medical attention! Get a healer, get Cloudjumper, get anybody!” Darrien roared and snarled at the Stingers. “For Oden’s sake!” He growled. “My rider is fainting, and all you can do is stare? Just find some smelling salts!” All the Stingers were now terribly confused, glancing at each other and rumbling nervously. “NOW!” Darrien barked. They rushed off and appeared again, bag of salts in one of their mouths. Mounty snatched it from them, and held a pinch over Nina’s nose. She immediately came to, coughing and sneezing. “Ugh.” She muttered. “Next time we need a distraction, remind me not to do that…” Venom sighed. “Wellthathappened,” He growled. “Let’sseehere...” Everyone paled as he lifted the tarp off of the pumpkin cart.

KA-BOOM!

We jumped as a bang rang out. “Whatthe-?” Venom began, but was cut off by a diving dragon. A Thunderdrum. “Darrien, follow me!” Needle said. We veered off the main road into an alleyway. Above us were the sounds of sonic blasts and angered dragons. I climbed up onto a roof to see what was going on.

My jaw dropped.

This was the most chaos I’d seen on Berk yet. Over two-dozen Thunderdrums were storming the village, diving and whirling and laughing at the tops of their huge lungs. Their sonic booms rattled the town, shaking the humans from their homes in a frenzy. Three humans popped their heads up: Astrid, and two others with blonde hair. “Whoa, I can’t believe we’re not getting yelled at for this!” The girl said, a crazy grin on her face. “I’ve got to hand it to you,” Astrid laughed. “There’s no one better than you two for distractions!” “I know, right?” The boy said. Astrid had to duck to avoid getting hit as the two humans bashed heads. It was then that she noticed me. “How’s Hiccup’s relocation going?” She asked. I looked down to where Nina and the others were hiding. “Nina, get going while they’re distracted!” Astrid hissed. “Thanks Ruff, thanks Tuff!” Nina called up. The two humans took off their helmets and waved them as the carts rumbled up the streets. “Hey, Sparkplug, isn’t it?” The girl asked. “Why don’t you hang out up here while Nina takes Hiccup?” “Yeah, watching destruction is one of our favorite hobbies!” The boy said, dragging a bowl of walnuts up to the roof. “Especially this time, because we aren’t going to get punished afterwards!” I looked to Astrid, confused. “These two are Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, more commonly known as the Twins,” She explained. “They’re Barf & Belch’s riders. They love destruction, loud noises and beating each other up. They’re pretty dense, but if you ever need something blown up, they’re the ones to call.” I smirked, thinking how much they resembled their dragons. Tuffnut cracked a nut against his sister’s helmet. “C’mon, you guys can go up to the Boom House later,” He said through a mouthful. “Sit down, relax, and watch the show!” He lifted his feet onto the slightly taller roof in front of it. Astrid considered it. “Normally, I find your hobbies primitive,” She said. “But tonight it’s oddly appealing…” So we spent the next hour watching Slash (unsuccessfully) try to get the Thunderdrums under control. I discovered that walnuts are actually extremely delicious. And that it’s impossible not to break a grin around the Twins.

 

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Great job. I kinda want to see how you pictured Hiccup with the pumpkins, but right now, the way I'm imagining it... it IS hilarious. XD

You've really got a talent with words, my friend. Keep it up!

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Yus! I love how great an actress Nina is! Haha! And I never thought I'd say this but, "Go, Ruff and Tuff! Great job with that distraction!"

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Oh, wow!! I love it!! :O You've done a GREAT job!! Can't wait for more!

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Chapter 28

Smokestone

Toothless

 

We spent several days at Breakneck Bog. It was still a bit eerie to see Smokebreaths living like humans- with humans- but the constant layer of unnatural fog made us keep to our quarters in the Grand Caravel, so we had no worries about anyone bothering us.

Besides Smokescreen.

“Hookfawn! Catch!” She squealed. Hookfang caught the leather ball in his mouth, being careful not to use his teeth, and rolled it back to her. She giggled, jumping up and down. “I never pegged you as the caring type,” Plasma snickered. He gave her a look, but was quickly distracted by Smokescreen climbing onto his head. Stormfly, Meatlug, and Torch watched them with extreme amusement.

Our “cabin” looked a bit like a pirate’s palace to us, after sleeping outside for almost a month. It was on the topmost level of the Grand Caravel, where a hole had been blown through the floor of the captain’s quarters, and continued about two decks down. There were several bunks, all covered in stolen blankets and pillows, that were large enough for even Barf & Belch’s heads to settle down without too much of a space argument. There was a fire pit inside the wall, which gave off a very steady heat, defending against the cold and rain that was the same throughout the Archipelago. It was obviously built for larger dragons. Unfortunately, the Smothering Smokebreaths hadn’t been expecting one as large as a Typhoomerang, so when Torch had tried to squeeze in, he’d found himself stuck. He had to sleep outside with his head through the window. It didn’t stop him from watching Smokescreen with almost scientific fascination. “You’ve seen humans before, haven’t you?” Stormfly asked. “I know, but your humans never really let me near little ones,” He replied. “They’re so much… rounder. It’s like they’re made of electricity or something, the way they bounce around.” I laughed softly. Stormfly looked up to where I had claimed the topmost bed. “Are you still pondering over that sword?” She said, sitting down next to me. I sighed. “Yeah, but no matter how much I think, nothing seems plausible. I mean, why would the Moonserpa tell us to find a sword that we can’t use?! We don’t have hands!” The sword from the Moonserpa box was a beautifully made weapon, pure Gronkle Iron, with small, blue stones embedded in the blade and hilt, making it sparkle whenever one of us moved it. Stormfly tapped on the blade with her wing claw. “Maybe we’re supposed to bring it to Hiccup,” she said. “He’s always been good with a sword.” “When he isn’t catching himself on fire,” I snickered remembering my rider’s first attempts at building Inferno. The house smelled of smoke and charred hair for weeks, mostly from Stoick’s beard. I paused at the memory. “Toothless, you okay?” Stormfly asked. “Fine,” I said. “I just… remembered Stoick.” She stared at me for a long time, then gave me an encouraging lick on the head. “It wasn’t your fault,” She muttered. “No one blames you for what happened. Those madmen made you do it, and you avenged Stoick in full by killing that eel-poxed Drago Bludvist.” I breathed in slowly, preparing to voice my greatest fear.

“I don’t think he’s really dead.”

Stormfly froze. “Think about it,” I explained. “We never actually saw him kick the bucket. In fact, I don’t think we even wounded him, besides shooting off his metal arm. The only thing we did see was that Bewilderbeast swimming off after we shot off his tusk-” “Stop!” Stormfly yelped, making everyone look up. She blinked then covered her face with a wing. “Drago Bludvist is as dead as a dormouse.” She said, her voice softened to a whisper this time. “He isn’t still alive. He can’t be.” She took the sword in her jaws, placed it back in the box, then glided back down to her bunk. I sighed, resting my head on my paws. Why do I have a feeling I’m thinking about this all wrong? I thought. There’s got to be some sort of logical explanation to why I have a sword sitting next to me. I gazed down to the floor again as Smokescreen started another new game: Changewing says. Mimic, being a mom, had gotten the idea of using her Changwing copycat habits to get Smokescreen to settle down. Now the little human was napping on the rug, at first only pretending, but then she was out like a light. Hookfang and Mimic both sat down, exhausted. I wonder where she came from… I thought for the umpteenth time. Where her family was from. I wonder if they’re even alive… My eyelids dropped.

. . .

 

“Is the shipment ready?”

I opened my eyes to a human voice. No, it was my dream self that opened it’s eyes. I could tell because the images were all hazy at the edges. I watched as a scene unfolded. Two Vikings, Outcasts by the looks of them, were standing on a misty dock, hunkered in front of a crate. “Are you sure this is a wise choice?” One asked. I mean, if Alvin get’s wind of this…” “He won’t, numbskull!” The other growled. “This thing will make us rich beyond our wildest dreams. No more hiding in dark caves with Whispering Deaths for company!”  There was the sound of a horn, and all of a sudden, the fog got thicker. The Outcasts froze. “They’re here.”

A ship bumped the side of the rickety dock. It was painted dark gray and white, the same colors as the fog around it. The masthead was of a Wraith, a hooded spirit from human myth. It had to be the eeriest thing that ever floated. There was no sound from the ship, until the gangplank suddenly rolled off the ship and the ship’s crew stepped onto dry land.

I took in a breath.

Captain Smoggy was in his Smoke-Shape, his hat on his head, belt slung around his torso, and talon sheaths on his fingers. The rest of his crew also had Smoke-Shapes, varying in height and weight like real humans. Of course, they were still made of smoke, and parts of them kind of had to catch up with the rest of the disguise. Smoggy’s shape was somehow… sloppier though, like he’d been in a hurry to get it on. Or he hadn’t practiced putting it on.

This is from the past, I realized. Looks like I’m going to see how the Smokebreaths trade with humans.

Smoggy stopped in front of the two Outcasts, the yellow dots in his mostly faceless head flickering. The men stood up. “We’ve got yer package, Wraithskin,” The larger one snarled. “Now what have you got in return?” Smoggy waved his smoke hand and runes formed in the air: Did anyone see you?

“No, we were as unseen as one of your ghost ships,” The leader of the two Outcasts replied. “No one saw us come in or out.”

And do you have the other thing? The one they begged us to take? Smoggy asked through the smoke letters.

The Outcasts gulped. “Er, we have it…” The other Outcast began. “But… why exactly did you agree to take the Ghost child off their hands?”

Our plans are none of your concern. Now, give us the Smokestone, and we will reward you handsomely.

Smokestone? I thought, and my apprehension rose as the two Vikings heaved the lid off the crate. I stalked around the dream space to get a better look.

Inside was a small, gray gem. It was like one of the crystals in the Star Cavern, with the same misty interior that made it look like frozen smoke. It seemed to rest in it’s own halo of steam.

“Peeerrrfect…” Smoggy growled. The Outcasts shuddered. To a dragon, it would sound like words, but to a human, it sounded like a low, soft growling. Smoggy coughed and waved his hand.

And the hum- er, girl?

One of the men reached into a basket, and pulled out a bundle of rags. I gasped. The human baby was sleeping, her tiny hands curled around something. Her skin was pale as the moon, and the little tufts of hair on her head were snow white. Smoggy’s crew started to titter in dragon. “Hushup, the lot ‘o you!” He roared, then turned back to the babe. The Outcast carefully held her out, expecting her to fall right through the Smoke-Shape’s arms. But instead, Smoggy managed to take the baby, enveloping her in a nest of mist. He barked in the direction of the boat, and half a dozen of the Smoke-Shapes dissipated, turning into clouds of smoke and surrounding the crate, lifting it off the ground.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

The Smokebreaths and humans whirled around. An entire battalion of Outcast soldiers was staked out at the end of the dock, their weapons poised. At their head was a human that made too much bile rise in my throat to think about.

Alvin the Treacherous.

“Such a shame,” He mused. “I’ve really been having trouble keeping hold of soldiers lately.” Two slings sped from the unit, catching the two Outcasts around their throats and snapping their necks. Smoggy’s yellow eyes flickered from the bodies, to the babe, to Alvin. “Now, what manner of ungodly beast are you?” Alvin growled. “You’re not a banshee, or a Shadow Seeker, or some sort of other messenger. A wraith seems to be the most logical explanation.” Smoggy growled, shifting the human baby’s position so he could use a free hand.

Leave us; forget this exchange, He wrote in the air. We only came for the Stone and the girl.

“Is that so?” Alvin cackled. “Well, that little Demon’s spawn is going into the drink tomorrow, and you ain’t going anywhere with that treasure!
Smoggy looked back down to the baby, who had opened her eyes. They were bright, ruby red, like drops of blood. I was shocked into a total freeze. She’s Albino! I thought. Like my mother, like the Screaming Death… but, wait… humans can become Albino, too? Smoggy growled, passing her off to another Smokebreath.

His Smoke-Shape disappeared entirely, leaving only an enraged Smothering Smokebreath. The Outcast soldiers all cried out, scrambling back a few paces. He lunged at Alvin, along with several other pirates. Alvin swatted them away, fighting with his sword and fists. “Ah, these blasted dragons!” He roared. “They’re getting trickier by the day!” Smoggy landed him a bite to the nose, making Alvin curse. As suddenly as they had come, the dragons retreated, flying back to the ship as fast as their wings could carry them. Smoggy put one more scratch into the fight before breaking off, snatching the stone from the crate on his approach. ”After them!”  Alvin barked. The Outcasts ran, yelling battle cries and shooting arrows. The Smokebreaths were too agile, and, to my amazement, had a few tricks of their own.

Smoggy reverted back to Smoke-Shape and jumped aboard the ship, almost in slow motion. He whirled around and tossed two silver darts from his imitation sleeves, which impaled two soldiers taking aim at the rigging with net launchers. He landed in a puff of smoke on the deck. “Full sail!” He roared. The Smokebreaths dropped the sails, three dragons to jobs that would take only one human. “You won’t here the last of this, Wraiths!” Alvin yelled from the quickly disappearing shore. The smog was closing too thick around the ship to take aim. “You’ll rue the day you ever heard the name Alvin the Treacherous!” My dream self flew to the deck of the ship. As usual, no one noticed.

“Well, that was interestin’” A Smokebreath growled. I recognized him as Cloak, Smoggy’s first mate. “Remind me ta scratch Outcast Island off our trade list.” Smoggy, still in Smoke-Shape, sighed and slumped to the deck, leaning against the rails. “We got what we came for, and that’s all that matters,” He mumbled. “Why did we agree to take the little tick, anyways?” Another Smokebreath asked. She was almost completely white, but had gray swirls over her wings. “I mean, what use do we have for a pale human hatchlin’?” “Her parents were the last ones who came ta me,” Smoggy explained. “They believed us ta be some sort of Valkyries, and asked me to take their babe, because she was boorn a Ghost Child. How coulda’ I ‘ave said no?” The white Smokebreath scoffed. “Anyway, did you get the Smokestone?” She asked. Smoggy nodded, reaching into the pocket of his Smoke-Shape. “Aye, it’s right… er, it’s right…” He frantically searched every imitation pocket he had. “Alackaday! Ye’ve lost it!” There was the general clamor of many dragons shouting in outrage, until they were drowned out by one huge yelp. “SMOGGY!” A Smokebreath screamed. “The hatchlin’-“ Smoggy ditched the disguise and flew over to where a bluish gray female Smokebreath was holding the baby. The baby was staring up at the dragons with infant fascination, sometimes reaching out a pudgy paw to try and catch the wisps of smoke that streamed around her. Her chest was covered in black smoke. “It’s the Smokestone,” Smoggy growled after a few minutes of staring. “It must’ve dropped onto her. Now it’s bonding wi’ her.” Cloak growled. “Well, extract it!” He roared, reaching out a paw. Smoggy bit him. “No, you fool!” He hissed. “It’s too far along, it’ll kill her!” He took the baby from the she-dragon, curling his tail around her as he set her down on the deck. “Well, this is a fine mess you’ve gotten us into, isn’t it?” The white Smokebreath growled. “No stone, a useless human welp to take care of-“ “She ain’t useless,” Smoggy said, not taking his eyes off the human. “The stone is still functional: it’s just gotten a host. If we raise ‘er, then this one’ll simply be a carrier for the Smokestone’s powers, and we’ll be able to control them by keeping her calm and happy.” The Smokebreath’s arguments settled down to a minor grumbling. “Well, that doesn’t soond too hard,” Cloak growled. “What’r ye gonna name ‘er?” Smoggy stared as the babe’s hair turned ashy, and her eyes misty gray instead of blood red. “Smokescreen. She’ll need ta hide well if she’s gonna survive asa Smokebreath.”

. . .

 

My eyes opened. I was back in the cabin, with the fire dying down. I glided down and quietly relit it. The others were sound asleep in their bunks. I had to step around Torch’s head to get back to my bed. “So that’s how it happened,” I muttered to myself. It was still cold in the room, so I wriggled under one of the thick blankets. “She was rescued. That scene… judging by the mention of Whispering Deaths, it was only a few years old, after the Outcast Wars.” I tapped my claws on the wood of the frame. “How old is that Smokescreen, really?”

 

((Okay, people, next chapter is going to be a super awsome HALLOWEEN SPECIAL! Here a question to get you hyped: Where has Dive been hiding all this time on Berk?))