Fireproof - Chapter Eighteen: The Power of an Alpha

 

I nudged the female Night Fury, willing her mentally to wake up.
W-what happened?
You were pacified by my master's mother.
Where are they? Why aren't you with them?
I have orders from my master to stay here, and look after you.
Well...About that...
I growled, instantly suspicious.
I need to go somewhere...
If you are going anywhere, I will come with you- to guard you.
I do not need guarding! she snorted indignantly.
I am not a hatchling anymore!
Are you disrespecting my orders?
Yes, I am...Your Highness.
Do you know what happens to dragons who do that?
She made a noise- the dragon equivalent of a sigh; a shuddering snort.
You know, little Night Fury, you remind me so much of my master's old Alpha...
I will never be like him.
Oh, you will, little Night Fury, you will, in time. You served him once, did you not?
Yes, but I was under his control...
And, presumably, you are going to control me, in order to prevent me from going where I must, or to make me lead you there.
Correct. These things are necessary sometimes...
You still remind me of him... she said in a singsong voice, before her pupils turned from slits, to full and friendly, and she walked up to me, rubbing me, and purring, not unlike a cat.
I am your Alpha now. Lead me to where you are going.
Yes, Alpha. She bowed her head.
I was learning to use my powers.

Fireproof- Chapter Nineteen: Protection

 

Stay close to me, Alpha, and fly as quietly as you can.
You don't need to tell me: I am already doing it.
We carried on flying through the clouds.
Suddenly, I heard a shout.
"FIRE!"
Wait- what's going on?
GO! Fly away from here, as fast as you can- before he finds you!
Who is he?
But before she could answer, she was grabbed by a bolas, and plummeted towards the ground.
Naturally, I dived after her.
But this was a terrible mistake.

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I walked towards my entangled Night Fury.
And a dragon ran in front of her.
Don't hurt her...
I stepped back in surprise, less from the fact that another dragon had actually dared to protect her from me, and more because of the realization that this was the runt's, the Hiccup's...
The Dragon Master's Night Fury...

Fireproof - Chapter Twenty: Sacrifice

 

"Come on, guys, keep looking for those traps. It's going to get dark soon.'
"ROOOOOOAAAAARRRRRR!!!"
Eret turned pale.
'Eret, what is it?'
"Hiccup, that's a Night Fury call...'
"Someone's been paying attention in their Dragon Training classes.' Fishlegs commented.
'Yes, but it's not about that...Look, guys, Toothless is in trouble...And I think I know why...Come on, let's fly up so we can get a good view of the woods.'

Flying up on Skullcrusher, so high we were above the trees, I saw a terrible sight.
The orange light of a campfire. Okay, so maybe it's not such a terrible sight to you, but I knew what- or rather, who's campfire it was.
I turned around to the other riders.
'Guys, that's Drago's camp down there.'
They all gasped.
'I know, it's a shock that he's come this far north, but believe me, he will be prepared to do anything to get revenge on you guys. Especially you, Hiccup; you're the "Dragon Master".'
'So, here's what I think we should do. Everyone else, go back to the village, and evacuate everyone. Take a shortcut so he doesn't see you. I'll hold Drago off from attacking Berk as long as I can.'
'But you'll get killed!' Hiccup shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
'Well, that's what you Vikings do, isn't it? You die for your Chief.' I said shakily, crying and laughing at the same time.
'Hiccup, this isn't your fight. It's mine.'
'Not it's not. Just, please, don't go, for Thor's sake, Eret. Please.' Hiccup was sobbing by the time he said this last word.
'I've already lost my dad, and I can't lose you, too.'
Do not forget the former Alpha, Master.
'No, of course not. He was a good king.'
'He was indeed, Hiccup.' Valka agreed.
'I'm sorry, Hiccup...I'm so sorry...But I have to do this, for all of us. Come on, Skullcrusher.' I patted him to get him moving.
But he didn't.
'Come on, Skullcrusher! MOVE!' I sobbed, crying more out of sadness than anger.
'Eret, he's not moving because he knows that you're both going to die if you go to hold off Drago.'
'I know that, Hiccup. But if I'm going to die, the last face I want to see is Skullcrusher's. Not Drago's.'
"Stop it, you're going to make me cry.' a familiar voice growled.
'GUYS! GO! I'LL BE FINE! GO!'
They shared a final tearful look at me, and then flew off into the now-dark sky.
'Why aren't you going after them?!' I demanded of Drago.
'I will get them later. The only person that I am concerned about, as of now, is you, boy.'
I felt claws- not fingers, lifting me off Skullcrusher's back, and putting me onto a Night Fury.
Not Toothless, thank the gods.
It was the female.
'You are both traitors now...She is a traitor to the Dragon Masters, and you are a traitor to me.'
But Drago wasn't finished yet.
'You are still mine, boy...Still mine...'

Chapter Twenty-One: The Mark of a Traitor

 

(Apologies for the update being slightly late! )

"Hiccup, we have to go back! We can't just leave him! Because of you, he's probably lying on he ground at Drago's feet, torn to pieces by his dragons!' Astrid shouted.
"Astrid, believe me, I know what I'm doing. At least, I hope to Thor that I do. Drago won't kill Eret...yet. Which is why we need to fly back to Berk as fast as we can, like he said.'
'Come on, bud, faster!' I patted Toothless to get him to speed up.
I am going as fast as I can, Master.
We flew on, until we could see the village in the distance.

"S-so what are you g-going to d-do to me?' I asked shakily.
"Something I should have done a long time ago, boy.' Drago snarled.
That did not make me feel very confident.
'LAND!' he screamed at his Night Fury.
When we had landed, Drago grabbed me by the wrist, and twisted it. He laughed when I screamed in pain. I was thrown off the dragon and onto the ground. Gods know how I managed to take my sword out of my belt, and point it at him, even though I knew it was useless.
Drago continued to walk calmly towards me. It was this calm that terrified me, made me unable to fight back, to do anything as he removed the sword gently, but yet so roughly, from my hand by the blade, and broke it in two, getting a few cuts on his hands in the process.
After this, I had only one thought:
I am dead.
Now I realised.
This was what he did to his dragons; walked up to them with that menacing, terrifying calm, so that they were so terrified, they were defenceless, unable to do anything, but bow down to him.
I had been defenceless. I had bowed down to him, like a dragon.
He looked at the glistening blood from his cuts, and smiled, like he was about to do something terrible and cruel to me.
I was not a dragon. I stared at him defiantly, as he walked up to me again, and looked at the scar on my chest, which he had given me the last time I had failed him.
He chuckled in satisfaction, and wiped the blood from his hands onto my chest, tracing the scar.
I stared at it, unable to believe what he had done.
'That is the Mark of Traitors, boy.' he whispered.

cometotheberkside

25 Jul 2014, 14:16

Is there anything special about that mark?