MozartMeerkitten
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Post by MozartMeerkitten on Nov 14, 2011 19:35:06 GMT -5
Well at least two of the kids can see that there's something wrong. I don't believe Alvin either. I think that they should trust Stormfly though, even if she is being strange, at least she had the right idea to stay away from Alvin's village! FURIOUS?!?! Oooohh that can't be good.
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mrjop2
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Post by mrjop2 on Nov 22, 2011 3:35:41 GMT -5
Chapter 14
Alvin had not been kidding when he called it a feast. Never has Hiccup seen so much food in all of his life. If there was one thing Vikings were good at, it was eating; The Outcast tribe did it even better than the rest. For a small tribe, they had enough food to feed one three times its size. Snotlout and Fishlegs were beyond themselves when they saw the amount of food at the banquet table. “I don’t know about you all, but I’ve died and gone to Valhalla!” Snotlout said.
“Can you believe this? Look at all this food!” Astrid gasped. Even she had to admit that the food looked scrumptious.
“I’m telling you all, something is not right here,” Bitwolf mumbled so not to be heard by anyone of the Outcast tribe. “This is way too good to be true.”
“If this is a dream, then I don’t ever wanna wake up!” Tuffnut replied, wiping the drool off his lips with his wrist.
“Is that a roasted pig I see?” Ruffnut asked. Pork was a very rare commodity on Berk; no one on the island raised pigs. That was why their primary diet consisted of lamb and sea food.
“Not too shabby, if I may say so, myself.” Hiccup agreed. He was going to have to sneak out some of this delicious food out for Toothless the first chance he got.
The young Vikings were directed to a bench where they could be together, along with Stoick and Gobber. Fishlegs stared at the food at the center of the table, anxiously waiting to grab himself some of this mouth watering food. “This is the best day of my life!”
There was a large empty space in the center of the room. It was perfectly placed so every person at every table had a view of this spot in the room. This was where Alvin would address his tribe on special occasions like this one.
Alvin stood in the center of the room, holding a big wooden mug of ale in his right hand. The moment he stepped into the center of the room, the room came to a deafening silence. “Today is a rare day for us. It’s not often when the gods bless us with visitors. These Vikings have come from the tribe of Berk. They are in need of our assistance, for it appears that two rouge dragons have decimated their home. I have invited them to stay with us a few days to rest and relax. When their friends return from their journey to the Visitnug Territory, I have promised that we will come with them to their island to help them rebuild.”
The Vikings in the room applauded at the news. Hiccup was glad to hear that help was coming for Berk. He supposed his father sat down with the Viking chief and told him everything that had happened leading up to coming to this village. Within the next two or three days Ivar and the Killagain tribe will arrive here to the Island. When they arrived with Berk’s Vikings, they could all return to Berk and begin the process of rebuilding.
“It’s an honor to have you, Stoick the Vast and Hiccup the Horrendous, at our village in the meantime. This feast is in your honor. So let’s eat to our heart’s content; this is a celebration!”
Everyone cheered as they commenced their feast. The young Vikings of Berk went wild grabbing food as if there was no tomorrow. Snotlout and Tuffnut were the most aggressive of them. Seeing this caused Alvin to chuckle. He was on his way to his table when he saw a pair of yellow eyes looking in through the crack of the door.
“Viggor, save some of that roasted pig for me; I’ll return momentarily.” The Viking chief made his way to the door. After making sure no one was following him, he pushed open the door and stepped outside. “It’s very dangerous for you to be out in the open like this, witch.”
The old Ethiopian woman frowned. The disrespect that her son continued to show towards her was quickly getting on her nerves. Perhaps he was embarrassed by her? His father was a strong Viking chief, and by Viking tradition, it was taboo for a Viking to marry outside their own kind. However, Alvin’s father did just that, and married her. As a penalty, they were banished from their tribe. This was all before Alvin was born, but somehow, she still got the sense that her son resented her for ruining his father’s life, resulting in him sharing in his shame.
“The Vikings that departed here to find the Killagain Tribe have left the Visitnug Territory and shall reach our shore by this time tomorrow. I can summon harsh weather, and confuse them on their journey, but we have no more than three or four days before they find us. You know Ivar the Fearsome is leading this expedition, himself? Confusing him will not be an easy task.”
“That’s more than enough time. We’ll be well on our way to Berk by that time.”
The witch shook her head. “Son, I urge you to dispose of the chief’s son immediately. The longer you wait, the more things there are that can go wrong.”
“How dare you call me ‘son’ woman!” Alvin growled. “You have forfeited that right long ago. I will not pass up this opportunity; I will use young Hiccup and his pretty little girlfriend, to draw Stormfly back to me. After I kill that wretched dragon, I will sacrifice Hiccup and his tribe to the Furious. With them out-of-the-way, Berk will be defenseless from my wrath. I WILL have their dragons, if it’s the last thing I do.”
“And what of my sister? She has already shown initiative in trying to warn the young boy about us.”
“I will have a constant watch over Hiccup. If she tries to make contact with him, then we will use the boy to lead us to her. I will either have the dragon or your sister before I even think about springing the trap. * * * *
The sun had not begun to rise when Hiccup awakened. He did not know how early in the morning it was, but he knew sunrise was still a few hours away. Toothless always tried to awaken him minutes before the sunrise started to peak. The fact that the Night Fury was still sleeping, told him enough about how early it was.
Despite how early it was, he knew, immediately, that he was up for good; there was no going back to sleep now. His day had begun, but how to start it was the question. He would be the only one awake at this ungodly hour, and exploring a strange place alone in the dark was something he was not brave enough to try. Neither was he really interested in sitting here for hours, staring at the walls. He needed to start his day, and he knew exactly where to do it.
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Viggor was up at sunrise, and immediately began working on the prosthesis for Hiccup. Unfortunately, Gobber was already inside the shop working on his own invention. That was when the competition began. The two of them worked on opposite ends of the shop. On a few occasions, they reached out for the same tool, which resulted in the two Vikings butting heads and sharing insults.
After a couple of hours of non-stop labor, they both ended up finishing at the same time. “This should do it. I think Hiccup‘ll like the improvements I’ve made here,” Gobber said out loud, inspecting his completed invention.
“That thing? No Viking would be caught dead using that piece of junk,” Viggor mocked. “Now mine, on the other hand, is a piece of art! Hiccup will be able to do things he’s not been able to do in a long time.”
Viggor held up his prosthesis in triumph. It was impossible to describe; it was a jumble of wood, steel, and coils that did not even come close to looking like a foot. “That is a sad piece of... I don’t know what to call that thing. The one thing I know about Hiccup is that he lives by one motto: keep it simple, stupid!”
Before Viggor had the chance to rebut, the door to the back room of the shop swung open. Hiccup walked out of the room, and was startled to see both of them in the shop. “Oh, wow, It’s that late already?”
“Hiccup?”
“I hope you two don’t mind, but I went ahead and built my own leg.” Hiccup showed off his new prosthetic leg. “It’s just like the old one, but I added some of my own modifications. I made it spring loaded so I can jump and even dismount from the saddle much easier.”
Hiccup demonstrated its capabilities by taking a few steps forward. The steel latch slid up when he put his weight on it, and then slid down once his weight was off it. There was no mistaking the improvement in his walking pattern. That slight limp in his walk was virtually gone. After taking a few steps, he stopped and bent his knees. He jumped two times and landed perfectly each time. It had been a long time since he was able to do that without stumbling.
“Well, I think I’m gonna go have some breakfast. See ya!” Hiccup exited the shop, leaving the two stunned Vikings with their creations in their hands.
Hiccup’s stomach growled impatiently as he walked through the village. After hours working on this new prosthesis, he was beginning to fear that he possibly missed out on breakfast. He had been so engrossed in his work, that he had no idea how late it was getting.
“There you are! I’ve been looking—” Astrid ran up to him, but stopped when she noticed his new prosthetic leg. “Did you make that?”
He felt good that she took instant notice to his handy work. “Why, yes I did,” he replied proudly. “And I made some big modifications to it. I added a spring to it, to give me more agility. I can now run and jump without tripping or stumbling, and I can dismount from Toothless’ back much easier.”
“That’s amazing!” Astrid replied. “You never cease to amaze me!”
“I see you have your new leg now, excellent!” Alvin said, approaching the two Vikings. He was starting to get into an annoying habit of interrupting their conversations, almost as if he deemed his matters more important. Hiccup did not want to carry any unnecessary grudge towards the Viking chief, but the way he came out of nowhere and interrupted his conversations with his friends was starting to get on his nerves just a bit.
“Yeah, I woke up early and couldn’t fall back to asleep, so I decided to build my own prosthesis.”
“You possess some great skills, there’s no denying that,” he replied. “Anyway, seeing that you are now free to ride your dragon again, I was hoping you would help find StormFly and try to convince her to return to the village. This tantrum has gone on long enough, and it’s time that she came back home.”
“I don’t see why not. Toothless, Astrid, and I will start looking first thing after breakfast.”
“Great to hear, son!” Alvin slapped him across the back and walked away.
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Post by mrjop2 on Dec 2, 2011 4:11:57 GMT -5
Chapter 15
Toothless was excited for the opportunity to fly again; trying to fasten the harness on him, while he was this excited, was a difficult task. There was no calming the Night Fury down when he got like this, so it took Hiccup longer than it should have. “Okay, we’re ready to go. I supposed now is as good of a time as any to test out my new leg.”
Astrid took her place by Toothless’ neck, stroking him to keep him still for Hiccup’s first attempt to climb onto the saddle with his new prosthesis. The Night Fury lowered himself giving Hiccup the chance to get on his back.
Hiccup put his makeshift foot into the stirrup’s tread clamp; the spring loaded coils in his foot pressed down as he put all of his body’s weight on it in the process of climbing. It was successful in handling the weight. The coils gave his left leg additional strength to make getting up on the saddle easier than ever before. As his weight came off his prosthesis, it locked into the clamp.
After positioning himself comfortably on the saddle, he tested his new leg once more to see how it handles controlling Toothless’s artificial tail-fin. Carefully, he pushed his knee down to causes the tail-fin to expand. His foot remained locked into the clamp without any problems. He pulled up his knee, and the tail-fin collapsed and his foot yet again remained locked into the stirrup.
The final test was to see how easy it was to unlock his prosthesis from the latch. He put weight on the prosthesis until the coils were pressed down, and with a soft metallic CLICK he could slide his foot out of the stirrup. Sliding it back in, he put pressure down on the coils again and it relocked perfectly.
Astrid smiled up at Hiccup. “I’d call that a successful test.”
“So would I.” Hiccup offered his hand down to her.
She grabbed his hand and accepted his help up onto the saddle, sitting behind him. Hiccup could feel her arms wrap around his waist. He could almost feel the enthusiasm and anticipation radiating from her. It’s been awhile since the last time they flew together. There was a serious task to be done, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun doing it. An aerial view of the island was a relaxing adventure; an adventure that both of them could use right about now.
“Okay Toothless, we’re ready to —”
Hiccup looked around to notice a large crowd of Vikings gathering around them. The news got around the village that Hiccup and Toothless were going to fly around the island, and they were all anxious to see them take flight. The children, in particular, were the most excited to see the Night Fury in flight with their own eyes. After hearing all the stories of the adventures of Hiccup and his Night Fury, this was their first time that they were going to see one in person.
Astrid put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a hero to these people.”
Hiccup looked out at the children that had gathered around. He could see the anticipation in their eyes, waiting to see their legendary hero take to the sky on his dragon. “I know, and it feels very weird.”
Toothless let out an impatient grumble; he was ready to fly, and could not understand what the delay was about. Sensing his restlessness, Hiccup decided not to keep him waiting. “Let’s go Toothless.” Toothless grinned as he extended his wings. Hiccup did his part and extended Toothless’ left tail-fin. With everything set, the dragon leapt off the ground. The on-looking Vikings cheered as the Night Fury cut through the sky with great agility and swiftness. They had seen many dragons fly, but the way a Night Fury flew was more beautiful to behold. Of all the flying dragons, they ruled the sky like no other. Very few Vikings ever got the opportunity to behold one of these rare creatures; and that was why they cheered with great exuberance.
It did not take Toothless very long to reach above all the trees of the island. Before long, they were flying through the white, billowy clouds. “Aw man, I can’t tell you how much more I can do now with these new improvements!”
Astrid smiled, happy to see Hiccup back to his old self again. She had no idea of the nightmares he’s been having been still plaguing him, but right now, he was like a new man. “Then, how about you show me?”
“How about it, Toothless; feel like indulging a little?”
The Night Fury was more than willing to display some fancy maneuvering. Astrid held onto Hiccup tightly as Toothless nose dived towards the tree tops. The sharpness of the wind stung their faces as the tree tops grew larger. Enjoying the sensation of the wind in his face, Toothless inadvertently stuck out his tongue which whipped around in the wind.
“Let’s give the upward spiral a whirl,” Hiccup said, tapping Toothless’ neck.
This was a move that proved quite challenging. The hardest part of it was the very beginning; to start this move, Toothless had to expand his wings just enough to slowly break out of the nose dive, while Hiccup had a rapid session of expanding and retracting the tail-fin. Up until now, doing that was very awkward and painful; with the new coil spring system he installed, the strain on his leg, as he did this exercise, should be greatly diminished.
Toothless understood what they were going to do, and was willing to give it a try. He remembered their other attempts to do this trick... they all ended in failure. The point that always caused the failure was when the break out of the nose dove, and immediately trying to jump into the first spiral upward. Every time they tried, either Toothless successful made the spiral but failed at angling himself to re-ascend, or he ascended upward and failed in doing a perfect spiral. He was just as determined as Hiccup to get this maneuver perfected.
“This is it, Toothless; we’re gonna get it this time! Now!”
Toothless spread his wings half-way and their free fall began to level out. Hiccup lightened up on the tread petal slightly until they were near level, and then pressed down hard, expanding the left tail-fin completely. Toothless unraveled his wings the rest of the way and immediately leaned left to begin the spiral. As Hiccup again lightened up on the tread, Toothless flapped as hard as he could to ascend as he began his spiral.
This was the moment this whole maneuver would either succeed or fail. Again, Toothless did everything perfectly, and for the first time, his leg was not failing him. As the Night Fury Began to ascend, the dragon put all of his weight to his left, causing him to fly sideways. As that moment, Hiccup once more pushed down on the tread petal and fully expanding the artificial tail-fin. Toothless curved around and succeeded in starting a spiral that ascended back up into the sky. They flew four complete spirals before reaching the clouds where they had started; they had successfully pulled off the upward spiral maneuver.
Hiccup raised his hands in triumph as they leveled out and flew on a straight course. “Yeah!” “You did it!” Astrid rewarded Hiccup for his accomplishment with a kiss on the cheek.
His face began to glow, but before he could relish it, Toothless went into a celebration mode of his own. He spat out a puff of blue flames. “Toothless… wait!”
Toothless swerved at the last second, narrowly missing the mist of flames. Hiccup and Astrid bowed their heads to avoid being seared. “Ow! Hot!” Astrid complained.
Toothless repeated the game and spat another puff of flames. Like before he dodged the flames at the very last second. “Toothless, it’s too dangerous to play Dodge with TWO of us up here!”
Dodge was a game that Toothless introduced to Hiccup on their very first successful flight. Not only did the Night Fury find it thrilling to play, but Hiccup believed that it also helped him keep is instincts sharp, not to mention that he liked the feeling of the flame’s heat spraying in his face. Hiccup wished he had known about this on their first flight; his hair had gotten fairly singed and his face was slightly burned. Since that first time, they played Dodge quite often, and Hiccup had learned how to avoid getting burned.
When Toothless realized the situation, he switched to another form of celebration. He swooped towards the tree tops, spinning rapidly. The two Vikings held on tightly, clenching their eyes to keep the spinning world from getting them dizzy. Hiccup was worried about Astrid who was not fastened down into the saddle as he was. Neither had she ever done anything like this on a dragon before; he had no idea how she would handle this maneuver.
His concern was unwarranted, as she was laughing while holding onto him for her dear laugh. She was not one to shy away from danger; she ran to it with a shield in one hand and an ax in the other. As nerve wracking as it was, Astrid enjoyed every moment of it.
Toothless ceased his spinning and went to gliding just out of the reach of the trees; the branches tickled his stomach as he sliced through the air. With the rough riding now at an end, she lightened up on her hold of Hiccup and enjoyed the view. Four basic brown dragons pierced through the tree tops and soared through the sky. None of the dragons paid them any attention as they flew past them to their unknown destination.
“We should’ve caught Stormfly’s attention by now. For a gold dragon, she’s pretty hard to find.”
Hiccup was thinking the same thing. The chances of finding Stormfly up from the sky were minimal; the tree tops were too thick to see through, making it way too easy for the Mood Dragon to hide. She seemed content to merely watch them up in the sky from her hiding spot down below. “Perhaps it’d be better if we get the gang together and search the forest by foot.”
“Agreed,” Astrid replied. “But on the way back, let’s check out the volcano.”
“Sounds fun.”
Informing Toothless of the change of plans, they made their way towards the top of the mountain. The giant mountain towered over the rest of the island like a sleeping giant. As they got closer, the more intimidating it became. This volcano had a very dark presence to it, and Hiccup began to question if they should stay away from it. The smell of ash, acid, and smoke that emanated from its mouth served as a secondary warning. The third warning came from Toothless, who appeared to be apprehensive about the volcano.
“Strange, Toothless doesn’t want to fly over the Volcano.” Astrid pinched her nose. “Who can blame him; I feel like my lungs are burning.”
Hiccup felt the same with his lungs. Something was seriously wrong, and he had to know what it was. He rubbed the Night Fury’s scaly neck. “Come on Toothless; just allow us a quick look down.”
Reluctantly, the dragon agreed, and cautiously flew over the mouth of the volcano. What they were expecting to see, was dried-out, lava rock inside the volcano; that would have been a sign that it was dormant. Instead, what they found, was much more unsettling. The Volcano was filled with red-hot, flowing magma. “Uh, this mountain doesn’t look all that dormant,” Astrid said with a horrific look on her face.
Hiccup was astonished at what he was seeing. It all explained the foul order that was coming from the mountain. “You’re right, this mountain’s active. This thing is gonna erupt, and soon.”
“We’ve to get back to the village and warn everyone! We’ve got to begin evacuating the village.”
“Back to the Village, Toothless,” Hiccup said to his dragon. Happy to get away from raunchy smell of the volcano, the Night Fury took off quickly for the village.
After the Night Fury departed, a pair of bone-like horns peered out of the flaming-hot magma. From within the magma, and unsettling growl echoed. The horns swam through the lava, as if inspecting what was happening outside the volcano, and once their curiosity was quenched, the renumbered.
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MozartMeerkitten
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Post by MozartMeerkitten on Dec 2, 2011 21:39:33 GMT -5
Ooh, freaky. Exploding volcanos are not good... not good at all. However I have a feeling that what's IN the magma is alot more- or at least equally- dangerous than the volcano itself....
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Post by mrjop2 on Dec 11, 2011 3:51:12 GMT -5
Chapter 16: Plan Accelerated
With Hiccup searching for Stormfly, the village started to resemble its old self… somewhat. There was an unforeseen consequence of allowing Hiccup and his Vikings from Berk to come to the village. Their arrival had brought hope to those who opposed him. If he was not careful, he could lose his hold on this village. That was why he had men, loyal to him, quietly imprisoning known Vikings who was against his rule as Viking chief. He could not allow a coup to take place when he was so close to having an army of dragons at his disposal.
Alvin was walking by the blacksmith shop when Viggor came out of the hut. “You have a moment?”
Alvin chuckled as he gave him a hard slap on his right upper-arm. “Of course, my friend. I assume that you handled Snarsbait and his family.”
Viggor nodded with pride. “I turned their dwellings into a new confinement hut. It has the potential to hold five more Vikings.”
“Good job, my friend,” Alvin laughed. “I can always depend upon you.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. Perhaps, then, you’ll take me advice.”
“And what advice do you have for me?”
Viggor looked around to see if any of Berk’s Vikings were near-by. “I think the time has come that we make our move. We should put all of the boy’s friends in a confinement hut, and use that as an incentive for him to do what you want.”
“Trust me, that idea has crossed my mind,” Alvin admitted. “But he’s too smart. He’d just find a way to free them and ruin my plans yet again. That lad has thwarted my plans twice; there will not be a third.”
A shadow flew over them, catching their attention; Toothless was coming in for a landing. Alvin nodded his head, signally his friend that their conversation would have to continue later. Understanding the situation, Viggor headed back for his shop.
As Toothless landed, the Vikings of the village were quick to gather around him once again. As Alvin went to greet Hiccup and his girlfriend, he could not help think about how things were soon going to change for the popular lad. His growing hatred for the young hero continued to grow, making it harder for him to pretend to be friendly towards him and his friends. The boy has been a constant thorn in his side for the past year. It was time that he paid the price for everything he has done, and Alvin will be there, celebrating, when justice finally came.
Hiccup dismounted from the Night Fury’s back along with his pretty little girl friend. Alvin had contemplated sacrificing the girl to the Furious first, just to make him suffer. The only reason he decided against it was, because as long as he lived, he would be a threat. Hiccup had already ruined his chances to add two of the most deadly dragons to his army. Actually, if he was able to get his hands on Green Death or the Shadow Lord, he would not need an army of dragons; they were more than deadly enough on their own. Instead, the boy had gone and killed both of them, leaving him dragonless. If he could not have those two dragons, then he will have Berk’s, and with that many dragons obeying him, Rome would fall.
After Rome was destroyed, he seriously contemplated going after the Chinese. Rumors were spreading that they had discovered a powder that can weaponize fire. He would not stand any form of competition; therefore, the Chinese had to be brought down to size.
Hiccup and Astrid urgently pressed through the gathering crowd of Vikings towards him. Alvin hoped the anxious looks on their faces was a good sign. “So, any luck finding Stormfly?”
Hiccup scratched the back of his scalp as he looked down at his feet. “Eh—no, but we’ve got another situation.”
“Your volcano is going to erupt. We’re all in a lot of danger,” Astrid pressed.
Alvin half expected them to discover the imminent danger that the Volcano. He knew perfectly well that the volcano was in danger of erupting. He and the witch were the only ones that knew the truth. His story of Surtur the Fire Giant was nothing more than a fairy tale. It was the only way to convince his tribe that they were safe. Somehow, his mother knew the mountain as if she created it herself; she assured him that they had more than enough time before it went off. “I wouldn’t give it any worry. It’s been threatening for years. As I said, my people will not allow Surtur and his dragon to escapes their prison.”
He could see it in their eyes; they weren’t totally convinced of the story. Could it be that his mother was right? Was he pushing his luck too far? “I suppose taking precaution wouldn’t hurt. Out of respect of your reputation, I will begin evacuating most of the village if you would be willing to look for Stormfly one more time for me. If there’s even a remote chance of an eruption ...”
“We were thinking about going back out again, anyway, but this time on foot. I figured my friends and I can explore the forest together.”
“Good to hear, but I wouldn’t go too far beyond the volcano. There’re some ill-tempered dragons nesting on that side of the island.” Alvin tried to read the boy’s face. He wanted to see if the boy had any intentions of violating his ‘suggestion’. If Hiccup found his two dragons out there, everything would be ruined.
“We won’t be long; Toothless is kinda nervous around the volcano.”
Alvin read no deceit or mistrust in his face, which put his concern at ease. Now, he can focus on a new worry of his. If the Night Fury was scared of the mountain, then the children’s concerns could be valid. He had to know for sure if this mountain was getting ready to blow, and then confront the witch. For her sake, she had better not be lying to him. He didn’t care if she was his mother; he would kill her on the spot.
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Alvin had to know, for certain, if the volcano was coming alive before addressing the witch on the issue. That was why he visited the small pond outside the village, near the bottom of the mountain. The evidence was overwhelming. There were dying trees and brushes surrounding the pond, and the water itself had become acidic. A nauseating smell of sulfur emanated from the boiling water. There could be no doubt that the mountain was ready to go. The witch had some explaining to do.
He had started towards the hut, looking over his own shoulders, but it didn’t take him long to realize that none of Berk’s Vikings were in the village. There was no need for him to sneak to the witches hut when there was no danger of them finding out. For the rest of the walk, he walked like an angry Viking chief, who wanted no distractions from anyone on his way to the hut. He threw the door open, nearly ripping it off the hinges, as he stormed into the hut. The witch was anything but surprised by his abrasive entrance. She was standing in front of her giant fire pit in the center of the room. Hoisted over the flames was a large, black caldron. She was—no doubt—cooking up another one of her crazy ‘spells’. “Witch, we need to talk!”
“You’re concerned about the volcano. I can read it on your face.”
He hated the fact that she could read his mind before he even entered the room. She did it to continue to try and convince him that her superstitious beliefs and powers were real. He could not explain many of the things she is capable of doing, but he was still not going to buy into it. “Of course I am. You told me that we had more time before the volcano erupted.”
“The Furious is restless. If I do not release him from his prison soon, he will cause the volcano to erupt. I’ve warned you that you cannot delay any longer. The chief and his son need to be sacrificed, and the invasion of Berk must begin.”
Alvin grumbled something underneath his breath. He had hoped to use Hiccup the Horrendous to lure Stormfly back to the village. He wanted to kill that cursed dragon for betraying him and taking the leg of his friend, Viggor. She refused to help him convince every dragon they met to join his cause. She defied him and ran away. He had hoped to make her pay by feeding her to his two pet Timberjacks, the very same dragons that he used to attack Burk, and lure Hiccup and his friends to the island.
Now, that hope was all but gone. Perhaps after his conquest of Berk and the Roman Empire, he could return here and seek out the dragon. With his army of dragons, the task should be much easier. “Very well, the Vikings of Berk are out searching for the Mood Dragon, but they have left the Night Fury here, due to his fear of the volcano. I will have my men trap the Night Fury, but I want you to keep an eye out on the Berk Vikings. If they find the dragon, then I’ll kill the dragon along with them.”
“And what if they meet my sister? By now, she knows that this would be her last chance to make contact with the boy.”
“And that’s why I want you to keep an eye out. If she makes her move, report to me.”
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Post by Varðr on Dec 18, 2011 13:29:47 GMT -5
well, it took some time but I managed to pull myself up...
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Post by mrjop2 on Dec 24, 2011 23:36:57 GMT -5
I'll have a new chapter up by the New Year. Sorry, been destracted with my new Kindle Fire. I've hardly been able to put it down the past week.
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Post by mrjop2 on Jan 5, 2012 3:04:54 GMT -5
Chapter 17: The Woman in the Woods
It was painful to watch the friendly humans search for her, and not be able to respond; they didn’t know The Evil One in the way she did. Stormfly knew that they were being used against her, and there was no way of warning them without revealing herself. The witch was keeping a close eye on them, making it impossible for her to talk to them.
She had herself to blame for her current predicament. She had wanted to bring them to the old woman in the forest; that female was the only one, on this island, who could help them now. The problem was how to direct them there without being spotted by the old witch.
The memories of all the horrible things that Alvin had done to her had caused her to gain a paralyzing fear of humans for a long time. The Evil One was her first ever encounter with them right from the moment she hatched from her egg. At first, he seemed very friendly and compassionate; she wished she had only heeded the warnings of the other dragons on this island. The witch had given her the ability to speak and fully comprehend the Norse language. Stormfly thought that the gift of speech, she gave her, would only confirm her trust in the humans.
As it turned out, it was the other dragon’s fears that ended up being confirmed. The Evil One had the witch give her this gift to rise up all the dragons on the Island to go to war against another group of his own kind. She abhorred unnecessary violence, and the thought to be used as the human’s weapon was something she did not like to dwell on. When she refused, the Evil One had his followers torture her. She had managed to escape before he had the chance to carry out his threat to kill her, and she had never been back to the village since.
That was the beginning of her distrust of the humans, but when she came across the old human female in the woods, she quickly learned that, like dragons, there were many types of humans and even more different types of personalities. She then told her that one day, a new group of Vikings will come to the island, and one of those Vikings would be a brave, young girl. This young girl would be in need of her help, for she would have suffered a great lost, and would become reckless with her own life. That was why she called the young blond-haired girl ‘Camicazi’. As the old woman foretold, she could see the turmoil in Camicazi. Stormfly had no idea why, but despite the tough, aggressive appearance on the outside, she was grieving. Her grief was what prompted her to separate herself from her friends when they were attacked by the Skullions. She was the one that the old woman told her to befriend, and that’s what she did when rescuing her from certain death at the jaws of those mindless land dragons.
There was no doubt that she had to do something to save Camicazi and her friends; she was also certain that this would be her last opportunity to do so. The volcano was coming alive, and the monstrosity that lived inside of it was awakening. As much as the witch wanted to believe that she controlled that monster, he was a monster that could not be controlled or reasoned with. She had encountered Furious once before and barely survived. There was no questioning his intelligence, but he was still a mindless creature whose sole instinct was to devour any and all prey. The dragon had showed no signs of understanding her attempt to communicate with him; either that, or he did not care what she had to say.
With time running out, she may have to risk exposing herself to get the young humans to the old woman in the woods. There was no longer any way around it. As long as the whole group stayed together, there was always a chance that she would be successful in helping them escape.
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All of the young Vikings were more than willing to work together to find the dragon, despite the threat of the volcano. Hiccup had to wonder if his friends really understood the danger they were in. The only one that seemed to understand was his father. Stoick made it clear that he thought searching for the Mood dragon was reckless. Despite his objection, he respected Hiccup enough to go along and help in this search.
“We’ve been out here for nearly an hour, without one sign of that stupid dragon,” Ruffnut complained.
“Yeah, you can’t find something that doesn’t want to be found,” Tuffnut grunted, quickly growing agitated by their lack of progress. He was not one for exploring strange lands; he was happiest at home, in his familiar environment. The longer he stayed on this island, the fouler his mood became.
“Perhaps if we use fish as bait, we can lure her out. That always works with Horrorcow,” Fishlegs suggested.
“Not all of us jump at the first sight of food,” Snotlot replied dryly.
“Not to mention that this dragon is smarter than that,” Bitwolf replied. “She found us easily enough before; she’s probably watching us now, as we speak.”
Stoick walked up to Hiccup and Astrid, who had almost tuned out all the chatter of their friends. “Your friends are right, you know. If Stormfly wanted to be found, she would have come to us by now. It was foolish of Alvin the Treacherous to send you out on this mission, when we should be more focused evacuating his people .”
“Actually, we’re no longer doing it for him,” Hiccup said.
“What? Why then?”
He and Astrid started conversing with their eyes. They had talked about having this conversation with him before setting out from the village. They supposed now was as good as a time to fill him in. Since it was Astrid’s intuition, she decided to be the one to fill him in. “We don’t trust him. There’s just so many unanswered questions swirling around him, and we think that Stormfly might have the answers.”
Hiccup was not surprised by his father’s reaction. Alvin had been nothing but friendly since they first met. Even He had bought into his good intentions until Astrid and Bitwolf pointed out some interesting facts that he couldn’t explain. He could no longer look at the Outcast Tribe’s chief without being suspicious of ulterior motives.
Stoick had also been kept very busy by Alvin since arriving to the village. Perhaps it was to keep him too distracted to cause any problems for him. While he may have attributed it to two Viking chiefs brainstorming, Hiccup was, now, not so sure. “Now, what could Alvin possibly have done to make you suspicious?”
“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” Gobber said before the young Vikings could respond. Everyone was shocked to hear him say that. Yes, he went a little loopy with his fear of unnatural forces working against them, but that kind of talk had ended the moment they found this tribe of Vikings. Everyone just assumed that he had realized that he had allowed his imagination to get away from him.
“You too?”
“Aye, even I can see the mixed feelings among the Vikings here. There are more Vikings in this village which seem afraid for their lives; not to mention that creepy old woman I spotted sneaking around the village.” “What creepy old women?” Hiccup’s mind immediately envisioned the old woman in his dream. He could not explain why; there could be plenty of creepy, elderly Viking-women in the village. Odin knows, Berk had more than its fair share of them. Yet, he had a gut feeling that Gobber was talking about the same old woman from his dreams.
“I’ve only seen her once, but she was the ugliest old woman I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s not even a real Viking. She had—dark skin.”
Hiccup fought to hide his reaction by slightly turning away from everyone. He only hoped that no one saw his reaction. His mind was reeling with the coincidence; he was not ready to talk about this until things made a little more sense to him, or everyone would begin to think that he, too, was crazy.
“This is crazy,” Stoick said, shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry about the Mood Dragon, Astrid, but I have to think of the safety of all of you, and those we left at the shore. We’re heading back to the village.”
“It’s about time,” Snotlout muttered.
In agreement to that assessment, everyone began to follow Stoick except Hiccup and Astrid. Hiccup was so mentally busy, that he failed to hear his father; Astrid noticed his strange reaction, and decided to stay with him. “We’ll catch up with you all.”
Stoick led the way as Hiccup and Astrid watched him and their friends head back to the village. When they were gone, she gave Hiccup a slight jab on the arm to break him out of his trance. “Hiccup, what’s wrong with you?”
Hiccup never flinched, but he showed that he did feel the jab by rubbing his upper arm. “That woman that Gobber described is the same woman in all of my dreams. I’m sure of it.”
“Are you sure? How is that even possible?”
Hiccup had no idea how if it was possible or not, but it only confirmed to him that they were right to suspect Alvin. Could the dream be from the gods to warn him of Alvin and this old woman?
A small breeze streamed through the forest, bringing with it a soft feminine voice that flowed right towards their ears. “Camicazi.”
“Stormfly? That was Stormfly!” Astrid’s hope was rekindled as she tried to determine what direction the voice came from.
“This way, Camicazi!”
“She’s coming from that direction,” Hiccup pointed to the left—the opposite direction of the village. Astrid was already running in that direction before he concluded the sentence. Throwing caution to the wind, she followed after the voice. “Astrid... wait!”
He ran after her, worried that they were being lured into trouble. She did not stop and wait for him; she ran towards the voice that continued to sound just out of their reach, no matter how far they ran. Hiccup knew that the dragon was not revealing herself to them; she was leading them somewhere.
Astrid ran through the forest, brushing branches aside which Hiccup had to dodge. He failed a few times, and ended up getting a stinging slap in his face, nevertheless. “Ow! Astrid!”
There was no telling how far they had run, and the farther they got from the village, the more concerned Hiccup became about running into another pack of unfriendly dragons. Then again, Stormfly was nearby, and she had not steered them wrong—yet. Hiccup had almost lost sight of Astrid when she came to an abrupt halt, almost causing him to crash into her. “Astrid, why’d you...” He didn’t have to finish the question; he knew why she came to a sudden stop. Standing in front of them was an elderly European woman, dressed in a strange ragged, animal-skin cloth. Her hair was pure white, but her face still had some youth left to display. Next to Hiccup, she was probably the skinniest person they had ever seen, which only proved that she wasn’t a Viking. From the expression on her gentle face, she was nowhere near as surprised to see them as they were to see her. “Ah, I’ve been expecting you,” she said in a soft, heavily accented voice.
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Post by mrjop2 on Feb 8, 2012 20:49:25 GMT -5
Chapter 18: Captured
The people of the Outcast tribe were acting very strangely when they returned to the village. At first, Stoick was thinking that he was allowing Astrid and his son’s suspicion cloud his judgment. It quickly became apparent that was not imagining it. The Vikings were intentionally avoiding them. He wasn’t the only that noticed it either.
“Why is everyone avoiding us? Do I smell or something?” Snotlout asked.
The village was usually bustling with Viking children running around in play, but there was not one kid in sight. The adults looked at them and immediately became skittish and went out of their way to keep away. The very people who had once lavished them with awe and attention were now showering them with distrust and disdain.
Tuffnut chucked. “Ha, perhaps it’s your look that’s scaring them away.”
Ruffnut was in no mood for his teasing; unleashing her quick temper, she plowed her fist into his nose, perhaps harder than she had ever done in the past. “Ow! You didn’t have to hit me so hard, I was only joking!”
“You didn’t have to be so stupid.”
Gobber walked up to his friend’s side. “What’d ya think crawled up their trousers?”
Stoick didn’t know what was happening, but there was an increasing pressure in his mind, warning him that they were in grave danger. His instincts were telling them that they needed to leave, and quick. The trick was going to be how to leave without raising suspicion.
“Hey, what’s that noise?” Bitwolf said, alerting them to a strange thumping noise in the distance.
Everyone looked around the village; it was Fishlegs who pinpointed where the noise was coming from. “Over there!”
At the far end of the village, a group of twenty Vikings were fighting to shut a door to a hut that looked like a stable for livestock. Instead of livestock being pushed into the enclosed stable, it was Toothless. The dragon already had a leather strap around his short, rounded snout, preventing him from opening his mouth to breath fire. They could see the Night Fury through a barred window; he was franticly trying to prevent himself from being encaged, but the twenty Vikings were too much for the likes of an angry Night Fury. The Vikings overpowered the dragon, and were able to shut the door and lock the dragon inside.
Stoick had never been so angry in his life. Seeing Toothless treated like this brought out an anger that he rarely showed in public. Toothless was his son’s dragon, who displayed almost human-like qualities. That made the dragon a part of his family, and he did not take any threats, to his family, lightly. “Hey, what’s the meaning of this!”
Coming, seemingly, out of nowhere, a large group of Outcast Viking warriors surrounded them. Each one was wearing battle armor, and had their axes in front of them. There was no mistaking the threatening tone to their demeanors. “What’s this? I demand to know what’s going on!”
“I thought it’d be more clear, Stoick the Vast, of the Isle of Berk,” Alvin said as he walked out of his personal hut. With him was an elderly Ethiopian woman, who wore a one piece dress made out of hide of some sort of furry animal. She was wildly unkempt; making Stoick wonder if she was some sort of witch doctor. “You have something we want, and I need you and your people out of my way until I get it.”
“What could we possibly have that you would want?” Bitwolf asked.
“Your dragons, or course.”
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Hiccup and Astrid followed the old woman to her hut. She was strangely unafraid of walking through the jungle. With all the dangerous dragons on this island, she walked through her jungle as if none of the threats were real. They were surprised, even more, when they arrived to her humble abode. It was simply a small hut made from the natural growing trees. There were no walls to this hut. In fact, there was no physical work done on this hut at all. It was as if she found this spot in the forest, and made it her home. The trees were perfectly placed to protect her from the elements. It was hardly a hut at all.
“I’ve been expecting both of you, but much sooner than now.” The old woman said, slowly lowering herself to sit down on a tree stub.
“I think you’ve got us mixed up with someone else. We’re not from this island,” Astrid said, trying to be as polite as possible. To live in this kind of shack, she was convinced the old woman was mentally ‘out-of-it’.
“I know exactly who you are and why you’re here, but I highly doubt that you know the actual reason why you’re here.”
Hiccup and Astrid gave each other a quick glance as if to suggest that they might be in trouble. There was no doubt in their minds that she was a crazy old woman, and perhaps coming with her to this ‘hut’ was not the brightest idea.
The old woman could tell what they were thinking. “You two come from an Island where Vikings and dragons live together in harmony, thanks to your brave actions,” she said, pointing at Hiccup with her eyes. “The relationship you formed with the Night Fury is impacting the Viking way of life all over this territory.”
Okay, so this crazy lady did know who they were and where they had come from. That did not explain how she knew that they were going to be on this Island. As if she could read their thoughts, the old woman answered their inquisition. “You visit to this island was, by no mean, an accident. I saw this day in my visions.”
“Wait a minute,” Astrid said. “You’re a witch, aren’t you?” The old woman was clearly not of Viking descent. She had heard stories of people who claimed to be servants of evil gods, or worse, one of the many types of giants. They threaten to use their ‘powers’, that their gods grant them, to manipulate people . Only children really believed that there could be truths to these myths. She believed there were logical explanation to any ‘trick’ that were able to do.
The old woman remained pleasant as she laughed. “I may dabble in a little soothsaying, but nowhere near the extent of my sister. I think you know who I am referring to, young Viking-chief.” Her eyes again pointed towards Hiccup.
Now, Hiccup was getting uncomfortable. He had no doubt that she was referring to the old woman in his nightmares. How did she know about his dreams? “But... How?”
“Yes, I know about your dreams. Sad to say, that she’s my sister.”
“Your sister is responsible for Hiccup’s bad dreams?” Astrid couldn’t decide whether she was angered by this ridiculous notion that someone can implant dreams in a person’s head, or that this woman’s sister was attacking Hiccup’s mind. She knew, more than anyone, what those dreams were doing to him.
“I regret it, but yes,” she said, with a sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m being rude, can I offer you two a piece of fruit?”
Both the young Vikings shook their heads, to politely decline the offer. Neither of them could think of food at a time like this. What they were more interested in were answers; however, some of these answers this woman were providing were really hard to swallow. Hiccup seemed more open to what the elderly woman had to say, but Astrid was trying to put holes in these answers. So far, she was not having much luck. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but why would your sister be planting these nightmares into Hiccup’s mind?”
The old woman let out a soft sigh. “So many questions and so little time to answer them. There’s not even time to show you around my home.”
Astrid looked around, and saw nothing but open forest. She couldn’t imagine how she lived in the open wild like this, with none of the comforts of a real hut among other people. This woman has lived all alone, with nothing but what grows in the wild. There’s no wonder why this woman was a little—off.
“I was hoping that Stormfly would be able to bring you and your friends to me first, but my sister and her son are very powerful together.”
“Her son?”
“Alvin the Treacherous,” the old woman replied. “He did not earn his name by chance, you know.”
“His mother is the witch in Hiccup’s dream?”
“Yes. Alvin’s father traveled across the globe and met my sister. Well, they fell madly in love, and were married soon afterwards. He brought my sister and I back to his tribe, but the tribe rejected us immediately on sight. They had a very strict code about marriage outside the culture, so they banished the three of us. We became outcasts among all the Vikings tribes.”
“The Outcast tribe?” Hiccup guessed.
The old woman unsteadily waved her crooked finger at him. “I’m getting to that, young Viking-Chief. Don’t be in such a rush,” she gently scolded.
A minute ago, she said that there wasn’t much time to tell her story, but now she was telling him not to rush. He decided to let her go at her own pace from now on; trying to figure her out would just get himself more confused and frustrated.
“They came to this island and made it their home. Alvin’s father would create his own tribe of Vikings, the Outcast tribe as they are now known. Soon, other Vikings would come and join this tribe, though I’m not sure where they came from or why they even came to this island. As the tribe expanded, my sister would give birth to Alvin.
The old woman continued her story as she shook her head. “Alvin resented his parents for all his life; his father received most of his anger. When his father passed away, and he took up the mantle of tribal chief, he banished me from the tribe. At first, I didn’t understand why he focused his wrath on just me, but it quickly became obvious that he was willing to put up with his mother, to get what he wants.”
“And what does he want?” Astrid asked.
“At first, I though he acquired his father’s hate for the Roman Empire. I thought he wanted to renew the war between the Vikings and the Romans, but I believe there’s more to it, deep down inside. I think he wants to renew the war to exact his revenge on all Vikings. I worry for his sanity; he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He even stole three dragon eggs during his travels to rise up as his pets. On the first dragon that hatched, he tried to have his mother cast a spell on the hatchling, to give her the ability to speak Norse.”
“Stormfly!” Astrid’s eyes widen. She had always wondered how the Mood dragon got her ability to speak. Without realizing her, her disbelief in her story had dissipated. She was hanging on to every word she was saying, especially now that they were getting onto Stormfly’s story.
“Correct. He was hoping that having pets that he could communicate with, he could control all dragons and force them to do his will. When Stormfly refused, he tortured the poor dragon, with intent to kill her. She was very fortunate to run away when she did. It took me a long while to get her to trust me enough to allow her to help her.”
“That does explain why Stormfly disappeared on us and why she refuses to step foot in the village,” Hiccup replied calmly. “She’s scared to death of Alvin.”
“That dirty, low down, no good...” Astrid’s face turned red as an uncontrollable rage came over her. Holding on to her ax until her knuckles were white, Hiccup quickly worked to calm her down before she started to swing that ax. “I’m gonna PULVERISE HIM!”
“Be wary, child,” the old woman responded. “Alvin the Treacherous is very dangerous. After his experiment failed with Stormfly, he decided that obedience was more important than getting them to talk. So the other two dragons he hatched, he had his mother put a spell on them that would make them completely loyal to him. The other two dragons were Timberjacks, I believe.”
“Wait, did you say two Timerjacks!”
This was news Hiccup was not expecting. He did not want to jump to conclusions, but it was hard to put aside the coincidence that it was also two timberjacks that attacked Berk. He turned to Astrid to see if she was coming to the same conclusion as he was. “You don’t suppose...”
Her face was going from red to purple. He had never seen her this angry before. There was no doubt that she was coming to the same conclusion. “He sent those dragons to destroy our homes!” Reading her face, Hiccup knew that she was thinking about more than just their homes. She was blaming Alvin for what happened to her Deadly Nadder.
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Post by Varðr on Feb 9, 2012 10:00:05 GMT -5
Wow, the story is still alive!!
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Post by mrjop2 on Mar 1, 2012 1:08:17 GMT -5
Yes, the story is still alive, but getting a chapter up per week has gotten too difficult with my new schendule. I WILL FINISH THIS STORY. I will try to do atleast 2 chapters a month or better. Chapter 19: Imprisonment
Hiccup found the rope, which was tied around his wrist, to be very itchy; it was almost torture in of itself. Based on the way Astrid’s wrists were fidgeting, he guessed that she found it just as uncomfortable. The old woman that they found was receiving the same treatment, which only confirmed to him that there was a lot of truth behind what she said. He could not believe that he had been so wrong about the Viking chief of the Outcast tribe..
“Wh—why are you doing this? Why do you want to restart the war with the Romans?” The old woman already told her what she suspected, but he wanted to hear it from his own ears.”
“She told you about that, huh?” Alvin grinned. “Well, I’ll let you keep on pondering on that with what little time you have left.”
Hiccup’s eyes widen as well as Astrid’s. Both of them realized what he intended for them, and it did not bode well with them. “What did we ever do to you?” Astrid protested.
Alvin tempter took a startling turn that even made Astrid flinch. There was a tone in his voice that suggested that this was a very personal matter to him, as if they had gone out of the way to hurt him. His anger was focused directly at Hiccup. His eyes were shooting daggers at him with extreme hatred. “What haven’t you pesky kids done? I’ve been hard at work trying to mass an army of dragons, but your continual interference has driven me to these drastic measures.”
Astrid noticed all of his hate was going towards Hiccup. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why. “What could Hiccup possible have done to warrant this madness?”
“At first, I was in search for a single dragon powerful enough to wipe out all of Rome. I then heard rumors that a Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus was discovered living in a dormant volcano on Dragon Island.”
“The dragon queen?” Hiccup couldn’t imagine that even Alvin the Treacherous would be able to tame such a monster. It was a highly intelligent beast that cared nothing but itself. It ate everything and anything that crossed her path. Even if Alvin did have a witch at his whim, Hiccup doubted that it would have made any difference at all.
“Yes, but you killed the beast days before I arrived to the Island. I was willing to let this little indiscretion slide, but you interfered, yet again! I learned that Ivar the Fearsome had discovered a Shadow Dragon.” Ivar spoke with a facial gesture as if he was talking with a bad taste in his mouth. The thought of everything Hiccup had ‘done’ to him was filling him with vile hatred. “I was determined to find this dragon before he could slay the beast, but you had to go and kill that dragon as well, now didn’t you?”
Alvin’s anger took over as he stopped their parade back to the village. He rabidly reached out and grabbed him by his shirt. Defenseless to defend himself, he could do nothing but take the blow as the Viking chief delivered a massive shot to gut with his giant fists. The wind was knocked out of him, as he fell to the ground crouching with his arms covering his stomach. He almost started to see a bright light as he struggled to find away to get air back into his lungs before he suffocated.
“SON OF A... HALF-TROLL...” without any care of possible repercussions, she charged at the Viking chief, escaping the clutches of the nearest Viking who had tried to stop her attack.
Alvin swung the back of his hand, slapping her across the face with such force that she fell onto her rear end. It took her several seconds to overcome the dizziness she felt as the aftermath of his slap. Seeing the look on her face, he bellowed out a hardy chuckle. “There’s nothing any of you can do now. Since your ‘boyfriend’ took away my dragons, I will take away all of Berk’s dragons... after I burn your village down to the ground, that is.”
“Y—you wouldn’t!” She gasped, rubbing the side of her face which felt like a hundred needles pricking at the same time.
Alvin stomped towards and leaned down over her as means of intimidation. He had more on his mind, but Lanell, the old woman, stepped up to his side in a challenging manor. “You leave these kids alone!”
Alvin stood up straight and looked at his aunt with utter disdain. “You should worry about your own skin, old woman. These kids are about to be supper for the Furious. You should pray that you don’t follow suit.”
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The three of them were shoved into a wide, one story hut, where Hiccup’s father and all of his friends were. It was a single story hut, with nothing on the inside except empty space. It looked like it was specifically designed to hold at least a dozen Viking-sized people as prisoners. He had to wonder why any village needed a prison in the first place; Vikings pretty much were very loyal to their people. Was it possible that he was ruling over his tribe using fear? That would suggest that not everyone in this village was happy with Alvin the Treacherous.
Looking around at his friends, he saw that all of their wrists were tied in the same manner as the three of them. Gobber and his father looked relieved to see that he was still alive; his friends, however, did not seem so surprised. Perhaps they’ve already come to suspect that he had something to do with the mess they were now in.
“Thank Odin, you two are alright!” He approached the two of them until he saw the old woman being shoved into the hut with them as well. “Who’s this?”
“She looks just like that ol’ witch of Alvin’s!” Gobber said, eyeing her suspiciously as he walk up to Stoick’s side.
“It’s... a long story, but... she’s on our side,” He assured him. He looked around to see that all the windows in the hut were boarded up, not allowing anyone to be able to see what was going on outside. “Did anyone see what they did with Toothless?”
The look on his father’s face told him that he was not going to like the answer. If Alvin wanted to steal their dragons, then he feared that Toothless would be one of them. He prayed to the gods that the witch had not put a spell on his Night Fury yet. “We saw them putting him some kind of boarded-up, reinforced stable.
A sense of relief swept over him. At least they hadn’t tried to brainwash Toothless yet. He didn’t care what kind of magic the witch was capable of doing; he refused to believe that Toothless would allow himself to be bewitched into helping Alvin. He had all the confidence in the world that his dragon would give Alvin a fight that he would not be ready for. “Will someone explain to me what’s going on?” Snotlout asked. “We were treated like royalty, and now look at us? What’s up with the chief, anyway?”
Hiccup let out a soft sigh; he could imagine what his father’s reaction was going to be. “To put it simply, he wants to burn down our village and steal our dragons.”
Snotlout jumped to his feet. He had a strong connection with his dragon, Fireworm. To hear that someone wanted to steal his dragon made him just as furious as everyone else; he just was not that good at concealing it as others. “Steal our dragons? I’ll give a him a punch in the lip if he thinks he can have Fireworm!”
“Yeah,” Tuffnut agreed. “He’s not getting my dragon, either!”
One word in that sentence, ruffled Ruffnut’s feathers, and she was in no mood to let her brother get away with being a jerk, even now. “What do you mean, ‘your dragon’?” Ruffnut growled, shoving him with her shoulder. “That dragon’s half mine, as well.”
“But mine’s the better half; he breaths fire.”
His arrogance knew no bounds. Even Hiccup could sense Ruffnut’s wrath, and it caused him to flinch. “He? Our dragon’s a she, NIMROD, and SHE can’t make fire without my half!”
“What could he possibly want with our dragons?”
“He—He wants to use them to start a war with the Roman.”
His father grimaced in disgust. He was expecting it to be bad, but evidently, not this bad. “The Viking’s insane! War will ravage our people, almost to the brink of extinction!”
His father was right. In the last war, many brave Vikings died. Yes, they were a resilient group of people, but for all their might, they could not compete with the growing powers of the Roman Empire. Of course, if Lanell was right with her suspicions, Alvin was fully aware of that. He wanted to awaken the Roman Empire, so they can exact his revenge on the very ones who betrayed him.
“Alvin’s one sheep shy of a herd,” Bitwolf mumbled. His father, Wolfbane, had his faults, but even he would not stoop so low as to send his people off to war to die. If his father had not been so hungry for power, Vikings like Alvin would vanish without the trace. Either they would go into hiding, or his father would make them ‘disappear’. On the other hand, Hiccup was not sorry for what happened to Bitwolf’s father; that Shadow Lord dragon was too dangerous to allow it to live, and Wolfbane had learned that the hard way.
“So he wants us out of the way so he can destroy our homes and steal our dragons?”
“It’s worse,” Astrid replied. “I think he means to feed us to something called the Furious.”
“Furious? As in the pet dragon belonging to Surtur the Fire Giant?” His father believed in the gods, and perhaps a little of the legends of their wars against the giants, but at the same time, he was very skeptical when it came to actually manifestations. Hiccup guessed that his father believed that they only existed in another realm. As it was, trying to convince him, the witch could use magic, was something Hiccup wasn’t even willing to try. It would take away from other more important things... as in trying to get off this island alive.
“Whether or not the dragon is that very dragon, I can’t tell you for certain, but be assured that the beast he’s talking about is very much real. It lives in that volcano, and my sister foolishly believes that she can control it.” Lanell commented.
“b—b—b—b—but I don’t want to be dragon chow!” Fishlegs whined.
“Pssst!” a soft whispery voice came from one of the boarded-up windows. He could only see a shadow through the tiny cracks; not nearly enough to be able to see clearly who it was.
Stoick looked over at Hiccup, using his eyes to suggest that he was the town’s ‘hero’ and that he should go see who was calling to them. Getting the message, he walked over to the window. “Hello?”
“You gotta help us!” The whispering voice belonged to a young boy.
“Uh, hello? Our hands are tied!” Snotlout said, waving his wrists in the air towards the window. He just happened to be sitting near the window, and decided to take the liberty to try to tell the kid off. The current predicament was making him bitter, and unable to comprehend that this could be an opportunity for them.
Astrid stepped forward and threatened him with a raised fist, causing him to flinch. She did not have to say anything to get the message across to him to keep quiet. The last thing they needed was Snotlout’s foul mood to interfere and make things more difficult for them.
“Please!” The boy whispered. “Not all of us are like Alvin. Some of us are against him.”
Hiccup was right; Alvin was using fear to rule over the people of the tribe. When returning to the village, he definitely noticed the drop in the number of Vikings around the village. All the kids were among the missing. “Why won’t your people revolt?”
“They’re not enough of us, not to mention that we’re afraid of the witch. She has scary evil powers!”
Stoick huffed, still refusing to buy into the ‘witch’s’ capability. “Your people really need to stop buying into those lies. Alvin wants you to believe them to keep you inline.”
“No sir, her powers are real; we’ve all seen it. She can control weather and dragons. I’ve seen her cast illusions, but she didn’t know I was watching.”
There was no point letting this line of conversation continue. There was nothing the boy could say that would convince Hiccup’s father. “If we’re gonna’ help, we’re gonna’ need your help. We can’t do this alone.”
“I—” From the way the shadow moved, it looked like the boy heard a noise and was looking elsewhere. “I have to go.”
The shadow disappeared from the window with the sound of tiny pitter patter feet running from the hut, while the sound of an army of heavy pressed footsteps approached the door. The door swooshed open and Alvin stepped into the hut. “It’s time.”
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Post by mrjop2 on Mar 11, 2012 19:33:47 GMT -5
Chapter 20: The Fury of The Furious
Alvin and his Vikings brought Hiccup and the others to edge of village, near the foot of the volcano. With all the axes and swords pointing at them, there was very little opportunity for them to try to fight themselves free. They came to the edge of a cliff. It was not a very deep drop; they even had a rope ladder that could be used to climb down into the pit. Hiccup had troubles believing that it was natural made cavity; the walls circled around and ended at the steep incline of the volcano. The Outcast tribe must have worked many years on this pit. There appeared to be a large cave entranced on the side of the mountain.
Alvin pushed him towards the ladder as the rest of the Vikings kept his friends back. “Okay, Hiccup the Horrendous, you’re the dragon whisperer. Let’s see you work your magic.” Alvin untied his wrists. The rope had been tied so tightly, that his they were slightly discolored. He rubbed his sore wrists as he looked back at his friends. Alvin was taking no chances; all of his friends were being bound by ropes to assure that did not try anything. If Alvin was anything, he was thorough.
Behind them, off in the distance, he could see the stall where Toothless was doing everything he could to break out of his prison. Letting out a series of furious growls and grunts, Toothless used his body as a battering ram. The Night Fury sensed that Hiccup was in danger, and was desperate to get out and help.
Alvin pointed the head of his ax at his chest, bringing Hiccup’s attention back to his own situation. “Down you go!”
If the ax at his chest was not motivation enough, the weapons surrounding his friends and family was. Toothless was giving everything he had in escaping; Hiccup had to buy time until the Night Fury succeeded. Grudgingly, he obeyed, but he also did so at snail’s pace. Whether Alvin was growing impatient with his delay tactics, Hiccup couldn’t tell it by his posture. As he climbed down, he looked up and saw the very same witch from his dreams standing at the edge of the cliff. No doubt she was going to use her magic to control the dragon, or at least, fool herself into thinking that she’s controlling it. Lanell, her sister, had her doubts that she could keep the dragon under her control for very long. Perhaps if he could survive long enough, the dragon would wake from the spell.
The moment his feet touched the bottom of the pit, one of the Vikings at the top pulled the ladder up, taking away his only means of escape. Being at the bottom of the pit had a much different feel to it than being at the top. Down there, he felt submerged in the thick, oily slime of evil; he could almost swim through it. He had no idea what kind of dragon to expect, but something told him that there would be no reasoning with this dragon. If, by its mere presence, it could emanate this kind cloud of malevolence, then chances were that it followed only after its lust for blood. Yet, he held onto hope that what he was feeling was the witch’s doing.
From up above, the old witch began to spew one of her nerve fraying chants. She spoke in a strange tongue, one that was clearly not Norse. Her voice echoed in the air, somehow being amplified in the process. At first, he still could not get beyond his doubt that perhaps this old woman was nothing more than a fraud, but as she spoke, the sound of thunder bellowed from the sky. Storm clouds evolved over a large area; Hiccup would guess that shadowed over the volcano and the entire village. Startling him further was red lightning bolts shooting up out of the mouth of the volcano and into the dark cloud.
He first feared that he was led down here only to have the Volcano erupt and the pit to fill with lave with him in it. That situation faded as the terrifying sound of a monstrous roar shouted from within the cave. The roar came from a gigantic dragon, there was no mistaking it. Yet, the type of roar sounded vaguely familiar. Within the pitch black inside the cave entrance, two small blue eyes glowed at the very top of the cave. It was enough to confirm that the dragon was as big as the cave, which was wide and tall enough to hold an entire legion of dragons. The pair of blue eyes was joined by two more, with each in-line and behind the first pair.
The Dragon had six eyes, and it was then Hiccup received the horrifying revelation of what kind of dragon the Furious was. He had indeed seen this breed of dragon before. His confirmation was quickly acknowledged, as the monster stepped out of the shadow and into plain sight. The Furious was another member of Seadragonus Giganticus Maxiums breed of dragons, just like the dragon queen on Dragon Island, only this one was even larger. Upon closer inspection, there was another thing that stood out: the dragon had no wings! In their place were the skeletal remains, which suggested that it probably lost them sometime during its lifetime.
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“Beard of Thor!” Gobber gasped, unable to believe what he was seeing. “They brought that beast back to life!”
The looks on everyone’s face, when they saw that beast come out of the cave, exposed that they all were thinking the same think. “No, the Furious is not the same beast that you encountered over two seasons ago, though it IS of the same breed. If rumors are to be believed, the Furious lost his wings in battle with that dragon. Since losing that battle, this dragon has had somewhat of an ill temper.”
“Are these Vikings nuts!” Astrid shouted. “That dragon doesn’t even need his wings to get out of that pit. It could just as easily jump out!”
Lanell looked out and saw the dragon look around. The dragon’s eyes seemed to peer right at them, but they did not seem to recognize their presence. The dragon let out another roar before turning his gaze towards Hiccup. “I believe my sister may not be controlling the dragon, as I first thought. I believe she may be casting an illusion to make the pit look deeper to it than it actually is.”
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As the Dragon gazed its six eyes down at him, Hiccup could feel an icy chill run down his spine. The last time he faced one of these dragons, he had Toothless there by his side; that wasn’t the case here. He was stuck in this pit, alone with this monster, with nothing to defend himself with and nowhere to run.
The dragon tilted his giant head, as to figure out what he wanted to do with his prey. While the dragon figured that out, Hiccup took a few seconds to find some way out of pit. He had less time than he hoped searching for an exit. The dragon decided to play with his prey first, when he opened his mouth and began to form the flammable gas at the back of his throat.
“Whoa!” Hiccup took to running as fast as possible with only one good leg. The dragon unleashed a large, billowy, cloud of flames. Hiccup narrowly escaped the flames, tripping in the process. The Furious let out a deep gurgled in an almost mock-like chuckle. Scrambling back up onto his feet, he ran in the opposite direction, as the dragon prepared and to attack with another round of flames.
This time, the Furious took steps forward, pressing in and giving Hiccup even less time to escape the flames. After he avoided the flames from its second attack, the dragon stopped in order to catch a quick breath. Hiccup tried to take advantage of it, but the dragon stepped to the side and then took a leaping step forward. Hiccup found himself unable to change direction on time, and he found himself pinned up against the side of the pit, with nowhere to go.
The dragon almost smiled at his futile attempt to escape, but the time for fun had passed. It raised his head, ready to snap up his pint size snack when a small ball of flames came shooting out of the storm cloud, hitting it in the back of the head. The dragon roared in anger as he looked up to the sky. Swooping out of the black clouds, Stormfly zoomed towards the Furious. Her golden scales faded into a dark, war-like, blue, as she breathed out another puff of flames, which hit the dragon just above her back two eyes.
“Stormfly!”
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“Stormfly!” Astrid could not be any happier to see Stormfly at that moment.
The presence of the dragon almost instantly brought chaos to the village. All the Outcast tribe Vikings became anxious as they saw their chief’s plans start to crumble. Alvin probably saw this, or at least sensed the change, and it enraged him.
Stormfly flew across The Furious’ face, distracting the dragon long enough for Hiccup to make his escape and run to the other side of the pit. Angered by the distraction, the Furious lunged his neck forward and snapped his jaws, in an attempt to catch the dragon in its mouth. With a swift maneuver, she escaped his jaws with relative ease.
The giant dragon was quick to counteract, breathing fire at the allusive Mood dragon. Stormfly pushed herself as fast as her wings would take her... right towards Alvin. The Viking chief panicked, leaping to the right as Stormfly flew upward, past the edge of the cliff where he had been standing. The flames followed in pursuit, and scorched the earth in its wake.
Astrid and her friends watched as Stormfly took flight over the village. “Where’s she going?”
After flying in a circle over the village, she dived to the ground with such ferocity, Astrid was afraid she was going to kill herself by crashing into the ground. Instead, with great elegance, she pulled up at the very last second to land on her feet with such force, that it through dust in the air. She landed directly in front of the Night Fury’s stall.
Using her snout, she nudged the wooden beam across the door which prevented the door from opening. “Stop that dragon!” Alvin ordered.
All the Vikings that had surrounded Astrid and her friends were now running back into the village towards the stall. Stormfly saw the Vikings coming and let out a soft growl. With one final nudge, she again used her snout to push up on the wooden beam. It slid free and fell to the ground. The mood drank jumped back to allow Toothless to slam the door open.
The Night Fury leaped out of the stall like a ravaging Monstrous Nightmare. Bearing his teeth and spreading his wings, he let out an angry growl. There was a lot of rage built-up inside the Night Fury, and now there was going to be hell to pay.
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Post by toothless11 on Mar 11, 2012 19:38:12 GMT -5
Hey umm...Decided that I'll just read everything ive miss once it's finished . Someone else also did that with your previous Fanfic as well...idk just can't get myself to read this . I'll try and do so when itsdone. But more importantly, happy birthday!!!! Whole you're having an awesome time!
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Post by mrjop2 on Apr 5, 2012 2:32:18 GMT -5
Thank you very much! The story is almost done. Sorry it takes so long to post. I don't have the time I used to.
Chapter 21: Fighting the Furious
Toothless was a dragon gone wild! Weapon or no, there was no stopping an angry, charging Night Fury. He and Stormfly plowed through the Vikings easily by swinging their heads and tails, and swatting others with their wings. Vikings were flying left and right until they broke through the first wave of Vikings. Once he had a clear path, Toothless sped up towards the pit. While he focused on saving Hiccup, Stormfly carefully gnawed at the ropes the bound Astrid.
Having backed Hiccup up against the side of the pit, the Furious was more than confident that he had finally trapped his prey. He could not explain his overwhelming desire to devour this bite size morsel. It was an urge that had taken over ever instinct he had, and controlled him like a puppet. About to react on this mysterious urge, he was interrupted by a dragon’s high-pitch howl. It rolled all three of his left eyes upward to find a black dragon lunging forward. It unleashed its blue fiery puff with surprising force, that when it hit him in the side of the head, the gigantic dragon stumbled sideway.
Toothless landed in front of Hiccup, who was beyond thrilled to see him at that very moment. “Toothless! Am I glad to see you, boy!”
The Night Fury hummed an agreement, his way of saying the feeling’s mutual. With the Furious starting to wake up from his shock, Hiccup wasted no time mounting onto the saddle on Toothless’ back. “Let’s get into the sky.”
Feeling the vibration of Hiccup artificial foot clicking into the clamp, Toothless prepared to leap into the sky. The dragon grown accustomed to Hiccup’s movements on his back. He could feel his artificial fin opening when Hiccup pressed down on the pedal. Those little vibrations and motions were not so little when the young Viking had first fitted him with the new tail-fin. Now, he had grown to depend on them a little. Other than he just enjoyed Hiccup ridding on his back, it was the reason he rejected the self-reliant tail-fin after retrieving Hiccup’s helmet during the holidays. Those movements were like an unspoken communication between them.
When he felt the left tail-fin expand, he was in the air faster than you could say ‘Night Fury’. Regaining his senses, the Furious rushed to try to catch them in mid air, before they could get too far up into the sky, out of his reach. Still too low to maneuver away from the snapping jaws, Toothless knew that their only chance was to fly as fast as he could.
Hiccup came to the same conclusion. He leaned forward until his chest and chin rested on Toothless extended neck. Grinding his teeth, Toothless pushed himself to his limits to beat the clamping of the jaws before they were caught inside. The giant rows of teeth towered over and around them and began to shut. The giant dragon made one error, and Toothless knew it the moment he saw it. The monstrous dragon had come at them from too far at an angle instead up right in the center of the pit. That mistake gave Toothless the ability to angle himself as he narrowly escaped the jagged rows of teeth. Instead of hitting the side of the pit, which would have happen if not for the mistake, the Night Fury peeled around the Furious and flew behind his neck.
At that point, they enough momentum to fly out of the pit before the Furious realize where they had went. The swooped up over the ledge and that gave Hiccup his first look as to the situation at hand. All the Vikings that had surrounded his friends were laid out. His friends had finished freeing themselves, but a second wave of Alvin’s Vikings had finished arming themselves and racing towards his friends. Stormfly was buying them time to free themselves, but something inside of Hiccup’s gut warned him that things were about to take a turn for the worse.
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Alvin was losing control fast. With the young Hiccup and his Night Fury reunited, they had the momentum to run everything. There was only one thing he could do to assure that Hiccup and his friends were killed, but at the same time, his own people would end up dying at the same time. It was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. Those that were loyal to him would know to leave this condemned village, and those that he had imprisoned for their defiance... well, they’d get what was coming to them. They’d burn along with this village. “Witch, release the Furious!”
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The Furious was angry at himself for allowing the small black dragon, and the human get away. Having his prey escape from the pit, he was ready to return back to him home, inside the mountain of fire. Before he did, however, he saw the giant walls of the pit vanish before his eyes. Instead, the walls were nothing more than a step up. He was now looking out an entire village full of Vikings and two dragons, including the one that had escaped him just seconds ago.
At first, he blinked all six of his eyes, not sure what to make of the sudden change of scenery. A sudden urge poked at him like a giant prodding rod. An anger was being stirred up inside of him, for no apparent reason; all the dragon knew was he had to attack that village. And attack it, he did.
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Astrid finished untying Ruffnut when she noticed the Furious. There was something about his movements that gave her pause. Lanell said that the witch was imprisoning the dragon by making it see an imaginary wall. Something about the way he was looking in their direction gave her great concern. Her distress was verified when the giant beast took a step towards the side of the pit. “I think now would be a very good time to run!”
Lanell, rubbing her rope-burned wrists, studied the beast’s behavior. The dragon was cautiously challenging the boundary of the pit. It was sniffing at the air which was probably where the dragon had originally though the wall of the pit was, but was now finding that there was nothing there at all. “I think you’re right.” She had no doubt that her sister was temporarily unleashing the dragon to finish the job. Alvin was insane enough to tell her to do it.
Astrid looked up to the sky to see Toothless flying over their heads. She could see Hiccup looking back towards the Furious to see if the dragon was going to step out of the pit. Based on the look on his face, he also knew that the dragon was about to attack the village. She looked around the village only to find that the Outcast Vikings were already running for their lives.
“Get on my back,” Stormfly told her as she bowed down low enough for her to be able to climb up on. “They’re gonna need our help up there!”
She turned to Stoick, almost as if to ask for permission. As much as she wanted to, she also knew that her friends down here were going to need help as well. She had no idea where she could be the most useful.
As if sensing the conflict, Stoick took charge and took away any doubt that she might have had. “Astrid, you and Stormfly help Hiccup and distract the beast. We’ll try to find and free any Vikings that Alvin might have imprisoned.” “Right.” Feeling the release from her internal conflict, she leaped onto the Mood Dragon’s back.
Stoick and the others ran back into the village as Stormfly leaped to the sky. The Furious had finally become comfortable with the new scenery to finally step out of pit. It bellowed out a threatening roar as to state his intention to destroy everything in his path.
Stormfly had found her way up to the sky and was now flying beside Hiccup and Toothless. “We need to distract the Furious before he burns this village to the down.”
For the first time in a long time, Hiccup looked lost and almost afraid. “I—I don’t know if this monster can be stopped. The last one was able to fly, and Toothless and I were able to get him to crash into the ground. This dragon can’t fly and has all of the same lack of weaknesses.”
Astrid remembered that day very well. That was the day Hiccup almost sacrificed himself for his tribe. The dragon queen was as frightening as this dragon was. She didn’t know how he was going defeat a dragon of that size, yet somehow, Hiccup had found a weakness. Whether he knew it or not, he was very good at discovering weaknesses in dragons. For all of his social inhibitions, he was the smartest Viking she knew. “Let’s just worry about buying your father time so he can find and free any prisoners Alvin may have; perhaps you’ll find another weakness in the process.”
Hiccup nodded in agreement; his moment of panic subsided, and sanity and logic returned. He could not afford to worry about defeating the dragon right now; this task was much more doable taking it one step at a time. “Okay. If this dragon is anything like the other, then it should be easy to keep his attention on us long enough for Dad to do what he need to.”
“Got it,” she said. She would be lying if she didn’t admit that she was very apprehensive about facing the Furious. The dragon queen had nearly sucked her and her Deadly Nader down its throat. The thought of how easy it was for a dragon of this size to swallow them whole brought shivers down her spine. She had prayed to the gods that she would never see a dragon that size again. Apparently, her prayers went to the ears of Loki, instead of Odin.
Hiccup looked down to see the Furious fully out of the pit, and with no further hindrances between him and the village. There was no more to waste. “Here we go! Come on Toothless, let’s give him a little Night Fury magic!”
Toothless grunted and commenced a dive-bomb towards the Furious. Building the flammable gas in the back of his throat, he let out a powerful explosion of blue flames into the face of the Furious.
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The attack enraged the already angry dragon and tried to catch them in his jaws. Instead, another fire attack hit him in the back of the head. He looked up to see a second dragon flying behind his neck, and out of his reach. So, there were two dragons working together. That’s okay, two dragons were easily taken care of.
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The Furious unleashed a mountainous wall of flames towards Hiccup and Toothless. The dragon already assumed that they were the brains behind the attack. Either that, or the witch had more control over the dragon than anyone had realized. The witch! How could he not have thought of that sooner? If she was controlling the dragon, perhaps cutting the link between them will turn the dragon away. There’s only one way to find out. “Toothless, we have to find the witch.”
He didn’t have to explain why; Toothless already knew what was in his mind. The Night Fury was the smartest dragon Hiccup had ever encountered. He had no idea if all Night Furies were as smart as Toothless; he had never encountered another. For all he knew, Toothless could be the last of his kind. He had always wondered about his history. Perhaps when time allowed, he could have Stormfly ask him and find out if there are any other dragon like him.
Hiccup looked around for Astrid and Stormfly only to find them flying slightly elevated from them off to the right. “Astrid, we’ve got to attack the witch. Break the link between her and the Furious.”
She gave him a concerned look; she was having the same concerns about the plan as he was. If they did break the spell the witch had over the Furious, who’s to say that the dragon would not go crazy and destroy everything anyway? The spell maybe the only thing keeping it rational. An irrational dragon could complicate matters even more. He could only hope that he was not making a bad decision.
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Post by toothless11 on Apr 5, 2012 17:20:51 GMT -5
You're welcome! And it's ok ^^. I hope I can get myself to rea the 10 chapters I've missed . Gonna take a while but I hope to do so eventually.
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