Feral: A Dragonboy's Story - Chapter Three: The Fifth Hiccup |
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20 Mar 2015, 14:20
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Hey, guys! It's me here with another fanfic- the sequel to DTM, no less! Now as I stated in the summary of this fic, said fanfic is not yet finished- and neither is this one. It's basically just a couple of chapters that I've been working on that've been lying around on my laptop. There are definitely plenty of plot holes at the moment, but I literally just couldn't wait to show you guys my ideas regardless of this!
So... I guess you could call it an early release or a draft/preview...?
Some things in the text will be changed in the final product; although I've tried to make it as clear as possible, given said plot holes.
Oh, and by the way, this fanfic will be updated as I work on the drafts, depending on whether I want to work on them- not to be mean.
There may also be some spoilers and references to DTM, as I haven't finished it yet- I know I should've, but I just couldn't wait to post the sequel! Just consider it to be... early notification of the things that'll happen in the last chapters, once I've posted them! xD
Any things that might be confusing will be covered in the closing author's note of the chapter.
In regards to my upcoming fanfics, there's a few oneshots which have been sitting around on my laptop and iPad that I'll be posting as I post these chapters, including one unfinished one which is currently a work in progress.
So guys, keeping in mind of the plot holes and everything, and the fact that I'm probably not supposed to be doing this, but I was so excited that I just couldn't wait, enjoy! On waters far away, a little boat was drifting.
And in that little boat, was an Outcast, and his baby son- who was a hiccup. The baby's father, whom the little one had placed so much trust in, was going to drown his baby.
He lifted his son out of his cradle, who, with his blonde hair, and blue eyes that were smiling as much as his tiny face, had no idea that he was about to die, in accordance with the custom of his father's tribe. And this grim fate would have occurred for the baby, if it had not been for a Skrill which now once again belonged to its old master. Lightning struck the little boat, right on target for Govegein, the baby's father- as if it had been intended- and the fates of the baby and the father were reversed.
Govegein fell from the boat, the baby's cradle dropping- mercifully, into a corner of the little boat- from dead, lifeless hands, and the Outcast fell into the sea, to be Njorn's to claim; who would in turn give him to Odin, to repent for the terrible crime of attempted murder of his own baby. As for said baby, the flames were closing in, and it began to cry. But as the flames got closer, the crying faded to a mere squeak, until its voice was no more.
Why, you ask?
The Skrill was wondering much the same, for when it had been happening, the baby's crying could be heard by it even at the distance above the boat it was at, thanks to its excellent hearing, which all dragons possess. The lightning dragon landed on the deck of the boat, its weight nearly making the baby meet the fate it was meant to after all; and so it sat there, unfeelingly watching Loki giving the baby his blessing, in the form of flames which licked the baby's tender, sensitive, unprotected face like dogs.
When Loki had finished giving the baby his blessing, the Skrill walked over to it. It was only possible to tell the terror the baby was feeling not by its cry, but by the look on its face and in its eyes. Roughly, cruelly, the dragon grabbed hold of said face with its claws, and lifted it up so that the scarlet, burned throat which now rendered the baby silenced was visible to it. When pushing the baby's face down again, a claw accidentally slipped, giving the baby a new scar, one long against its jawline, to add to the collection that Loki had blessed it with.
After seeing this, the Skrill lifted the cradle up in said claws, and carried the baby off to its master-and now to be the baby's, too. ''I sent you to kill everyone on that boat as proof that I am your master," the Skrill's master growled. "And yet, you failed in your task." Out of his dragonskin cloak came a metal hand, tipped with cruel, razor-sharp metal claws. He took no notice of the terrible scars the burns had left on the baby's face, as his own face was equally scarred- but of the baby's eyes, full of terror. Vicious grass-green eyes met terrified sea-blue, and the gazes of those colours were held, just for a second; and then the grass-green eyes moved down, as did their owner's claws, to the scorched throat. The Skrill's master wondered why the baby wasn't crying- as he thought he would be, seeing as he had razor-sharp claws aimed at his throat- and then he knew. The fire that had scorched the baby's throat had burned his lungs too, rendering him incapable of talking. Ever.
A mute and a hiccup, thought the Skrill's master. No use to anyone... Wait...
Quickly, the grass-green eyes flickered to the baby's bright blonde hair.
I know of a boy whose father was Grimbeard the Ghastly. His name was Hiccup - the Skrill's master spat on the deck of his ship in hatred of that name- the Second. He was a Dragon Master, as all hiccups were, and are, but he was also raised with dragons. I shall give this baby his desendant's legacy, as owed to him by his bright blonde hair- and raise him with dragons, and train him to become a Dragon Master too. But which dragon shall raise him? he thought.
"DAGUR!!!!!" he roared.
A young man, the former Chief of the Berserker tribe, wearing a horned helmet on his red hair, and possessing eyes as green as his master's, complete with a deranged look on his face, which had three purple stripes across the right side, appeared. When he saw the hiccup, his face twisted in hatred.
"I need you to determine which tribe the hiccup is from; so I can decide which dragon to raise it with." the Skrill's master instructed Dagur, as if that explained everything.
"So- so it's staying?" Dagur asked, barely able to speak for shock and hatred.
"Yes." the Skrill's master said simply.
"Okay..." managed Dagur. "Hmmmmm... Well, I can certainly see a bit of Berserker in it... as well as a bit of Berkian... So, as the Skrill is my tribe's dragon-"
"Your former tribe's dragon..." he was corrected, dangerously.
"Yeah, what you said."
The Skrill's master growled dangerously.
"Okay, okay, Drago, keep your metal arm on-"
The growling drowned out the end of Dagur's sentence.
"Anyway, as the Skrill is my former tribe's dragon, I think the hiccup should be placed with one of those."
The growling that had still been continuing all the way through Dagur's sentence stopped.
"I do not think that that is the right dragon for the hiccup to be raised with. From what I can gather from the Skrill, I think it should be raised with Seashockers, for that is also a dragon which can use electricity." He remembered bitterly how when he was not the Skrill's master, it had almost killed him with its lightning- melting his metal arm and staff. "And if it was, it would fit in with the circumstances of how he was found, as the Skrill has told me of."
"Okay. So, it's decided, then. Bye."
"Goodbye." the Skrill's master said stiffly.
As Dagur returned to wherever he was summoned from, the Skrill's master turned back to the hiccup.
Until then, the hiccup had been quite relieved to be free of his master's evil, green eyes.
"Now, I will need to give you a name." He thought for a moment.
"Kran. I shall call you Kran. Kran- the Fourth Hiccup."
Idly, the Skrill's master wondered if Kran had any relations. Almost as if he could read his master's mind, a soldier ran up to him.
"Sir. We've been notified of the hiccup, and we've found the location of the village where his brother and his mother live, if you wanted to go there and murder them."
Closing author's note and additional chapter content coming soon!
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"A warning to the people, the good and the evil. This is war..."
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03 Apr 2015, 09:04
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My auntie's dog might die... :'(
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I've noticed that the first chapter hasn't got as much positive feedback as I hoped, or indeed any, so I'll post the second chapter to entice you back
Spoiler: click to toggle Drago
Under the cover of night, and my dragonskin cloak, I snuck silently into the Berserker village. But I couldn't just take Kran's brother, and murder his mother. This required sneakiness. Cunning.
A peal of deep, drunken laughter split the otherwise silent night air. It sounded like it was coming from what the Vikings called the Great Hall. Perfect... I walked up the long flight of stairs leading to the massive double doors, and pushed them open. Looking around the room, I growled softly in puzzlement. Hmmmmm. No Chief here. But what there was, was a lot of drunken Vikings. Some of them had passed out on tables; others were busy quaffing as much mead as they could until they ended up like the former. To put it simply, everybody there would be too drunk to even hear me, let alone acknowledge my presence- which they'd still failed to do.
So I would have to make myself be acknowledged.
I walked around the room, making myself visible to everyone. I expected the usual; for everyone to freeze in fear, and stop talking immediately. When that didn't work, I stopped in the centre.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" I screamed.
There was actually some form of response. One Viking who was on the edge of becoming drunk shuffled towards me.
"What?!" he demanded.
Inside my head, I was screaming, How dare you address the Dragon God like that!, but I told myself to stay calm. Don't explode yet, Drago. Yet.
"I am looking for the Chief of your... wonderful tribe." I told him.
"Oh!" he laughed. "That's me!"
"You... are the Chief...?" I asked increduously.
"Yep! Well, just the temporary one- the old one disappeared mysteriously..."
"So... what exactly are you celebrating?" I questioned, ignoring what he'd said. Don't mention Dagur.
"We're celebrating the death of the hiccup!" he yelled excitedly. "His father should be back anytime now."
I sighed, in fake sadness. "Such a shame."
"No it isn't! The hiccup is dead!" Suddenly, his face fell, as he saw that my face still retained the same expression. "What happened?!"
"I saw it all from my island..." I said ruefully.
"What? What did you see?"
"The baby's father could not bring himself to kill his only son, so he... killed himself instead-"
"TREASON!" the Chief bellowed.
My head snapped up with the shock that he'd actually dared to interrupt me, but I forced the anger in my eyes to fade.
"Is the punishment for treason... death...?" I asked, in what I hoped was an offhand way.
"Yes. That's two counts of treason. One; he failed to kill the hiccup- which is cowardice. For that, his other son, who is also a hiccup, will die. Two; he killed himself- that's suicide. His wife will die for that."
"Surely, great Chief of the Berserker tribe," I purred, "you must be very busy, filling in for the old one-"
Shut up. I've said too much about Dagur.
"-which means that you may not have much time, or indeed, any time at all, to carry out these executions. As such, and because I am such a good person, I will offer to kill the other baby hiccup, if only you will give him to me."
He considered this.
"Hmmmmm... I guess you're right. I'll get one of the barmaids to fetch the little runt."
A small gleam flickered behind my sad eyes, like the embers of a dying fire- or a fire which people were dying in- but this went unnoticed. He promptly shuffled off.
Outside, I could hear the sound of death- the baby's mother being killed- and also a baby crying. It was shoved into my hands by the barmaid, who quickly walked away, out of the Hall. The Chief was standing awkwardly beside me.
"Errrrr... are you going to do it now...?" he asked.
"There will be a death today...." I admitted.
His eyes lit up with bloodthirsty glee.
"...but not the baby's."
Walking to the doors of the Hall, I opened them, and walked out.
Once outside, I wrapped myself in my cloak- to summon the death sentence. Thanks again to BirdyTheBrave for paragraphing this chapter!
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03 Apr 2015, 09:47
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I like big books and I cannot lie.
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WHADDYA MEAN IT HASN'T GOT AS MUCH POSITIVE FEEDBACK AS YOU HOPED? Fandom, where are you?
Either way, I love your work
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Update guys: It's party time with Joe.
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03 Apr 2015, 11:55
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My auntie's dog might die... :'(
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- BirdyTheBrave
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WHADDYA MEAN IT HASN'T GOT AS MUCH POSITIVE FEEDBACK AS YOU HOPED? Fandom, where are you?
Either way, I love your work I hope it gets some soon...
Edit: I just noticed that Hope_and_Heir was viewing this thread ten minutes ago... Please? Please...?
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"A warning to the people, the good and the evil. This is war..."
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04 Apr 2015, 11:20
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My auntie's dog might die... :'(
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Here's chapter three! It's quite short, though...
Spoiler: click to toggle How I wish that this baby could not cry, like his brother, I thought as I stepped off the ship with said sobbing bundle of furs in a soldier's arms.
"SHUT UP!!!!!" I screamed into its face once again, as I had been doing for gods-knows-how-long.
It gasped, and its blue eyes grew wide, at the sight of me; a terrifying mountain of a man with a scarred face looming over him, who had just been yelling at levels which hurt his ears.
And then it started crying again.
"WHY WON'T IT OBEY ME?!" I roared. "EVERYTHING ELSE DOES! DRAGONS AND SOLDIERS OBEY ME WHEN I SCREAM! SO WHY DON'T BABIES?!?!?!?!?!"
"T-the answer might be, sir," a soldier began shakily, "that it did not stop crying when you went up to it and screamed at it because you're so terrifying."
"Don't try to flatter me." I growled. "That was not the case."
He wisely did not say anything more, except, '"Of course, sir.'"
Ignoring him- luckily for the soldier- I walked over once again to the baby, which had quietened finally, sensing that something important was to happen- which it was.
"Which dragon should it be raised with?" I asked- and then I answered my own question.
For I had looked at the baby's eyes. I had known that they were blue, like his brother's, and like all newborn babies- but his brother's eyes were sea-blue- and this baby's eyes were electric-blue; the same colour of the lightning which had nearly killed me, and had melted my metal arm and staff. I explained this to the soldier. He agreed, like he was expected to.
"Now, what shall I name you?" I asked the little runt nastily- and answered my own question yet again."Pahun. Pahun; the Fifth Hiccup- that will be your name. Take it to be raised with some Skrills, for that is his tribe's dragon- he is a Berserker; although he has more Outcast in him than his brother."
The soldier did as I said, although he was probably wondering why I had just told him to deliver the baby into a deathtrap. As usual, thanks to BirdyTheBrave for the paragraphing!
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14 May 2015, 15:39
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Hey guys! Sorry for not posting a new chapter for a while; it's here though now, so don't worry! Spoiler: click to toggle "Last evacuation ship leaving!"
"Come on, come on, get the baby in!" a voice shouted; it belonged to a man who was running across the red, rocky ground speckled with Exterminator eggs, towards the last ship, his wife doing much the same behind him, carrying their baby in her arms. Suddenly, she tripped over an egg with a cry- and the baby flew out of her arms, its landing on the ground punctuated by a loud, terrible CRACK - which meant only one thing.
"THE EXTERMINATORS ARE COMING!" bellowed the man who was evacuating everyone; the person who had warned that the last evacuation ship was leaving. But as he said this, there came many more, thousands more, terrible CRACKs, deafening in their number.
Two Exterminator eggs grouped together behind the baby's mother hatched, as did the one she had tripped over- and she gasped to see the monster dart over to her on new legs, yet ones that were eager to murder, fix her with a furious stare, and run over to her baby, flanked by its brother-hatchlings, giving her a last malicious look, as if in mocking.
"No!"she cried, as they all swarmed around him. The leader raised his claw, poised over the crying baby's throat, ready to cut-
"STOP!" roared a voice.
A man, concealed in a dragonskin cloak, walked slowly up from the beach, bending double every now and then to release a hacking cough from his throat.
"Who are you?" asked the Chief, hand paused from gently pushing a child into the last ship. "An escaped slave? Perhaps that is why you are coughing so much!"
"No, great Chief of the Lava-Louts," managed the man, before erupting into another coughing fit. "I am not an- escaped slave. I have come- to sell you some- slaves, however."
"Really?" enquired the Chief, slightly suspiciously. "Hmmmm... you're not one of our regular traders."
"Indeed, sir," the man replied, amid another bout of coughing. "How intelligent- you are to notice- that. More intelligent- than your fellow Chiefs." The man smiled charmingly, and the Chief smiled back, pleased at the compliment. "I am not one of your- regular traders, or indeed- one who has come before- I am but a simple- wanderer, collecting slaves in my ship-" he gestured to the ship in the water behind him, "and selling- them to great Chiefs such as- yourself."
"Excellent!" exclaimed the Chief, rubbing his hands together in evil glee. "How many are there? We'll gladly take them all for any price you would like, for we are fleeing this place, and will need many to build a new village on another island." He stepped forwards- but the man extended a metal arm, tipped with sharp, gleaming claws. Glancing at the arm, his scarred face contorted in an effort to make the smile that followed this action as charming as possible, rather than a grin of evil malice and pleasure- the one that would have usually followed.
"Ah, but my good, wise, intelligent Chief," simpered the man apologetically, "you cannot go- to see them."
"Why not?" demanded said Chief, his own face contorting, into a scowl- but lifting sympathetically as the man erupted into another coughing fit, and looked at him with pained green eyes.
"Because, I am afraid, the Exterminators do not want you- to leave this island. Why would they? You and your people are a, ah, worthy thing to kill. As such, the moment you set foot upon the beach- I am standing on, you will- sorry, would- be killed."
"We don't care about that!" the Chief responded, with the light of battle in his eyes.
"All we want to do is leave this cursed place, however many of us are left alive to do so!"
"But my Chief, as I will say once again to you," persisted the man, turning a growl of annoyance into a cough, "you would all be- killed. Not one of you- would be left alive. They are called Exterminators- for a reason."
"But you are standing on the very beach we would be killed on!" shouted someone. "How are you still alive?"
"Ah, my good villager," the man chuckled, managing to turn his laugh into a good natured one, instead of an evil one. "That is a very good- question. For it happens- that I have a way with the beasts. Not just- Exterminators, however. All- dragons. That is the only thing- keeping me from being murdered- where I stand."
All of the villagers gasped in awe and wonder, except the one who had just shouted out.
"Show us, then!" he challenged.
"Very well." the man replied. "I will show you. For I am a man- of the people, and I will do what you ask- me to."
The villagers cleared a path for the man to walk past, towards where the three Exterminator hatchlings were.
When the leader hatchling saw the man towering over it, its claw slipped in fear, and instead of cutting the baby's throat, it gashed its right cheek. The man snarled at it in response, and the Exterminator hatchling prepared to spring. As its paws left the ground, the man calmly moved his staff, and the point of it impaled the hatchling.
Disdainfully, the man pulled the dead Exterminator off of the hook of his staff, holding it between finger and thumb, leaving blood. The villagers gasped once again- but the other villager still didn't join in.
"So? You killed one! That's all you did!"
"I will show you- my way with them, then." the man replied- and unleashed a mighty yell from his throat, swinging his staff around his head as he did so. "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"
After this, he erupted into yet another coughing fit, the largest and longest and loudest one yet.
"Might I ask why you are coughing so much, my good friend?" the Chief asked, walking over to the man, and ignoring the Exterminator hatchlings, for they had their heads bowed in their thousands.
"It is the fumes- from the volcano-" the man responded- but suddenly, the sea started churning up. A look of horror and anger formed on the man's face as he realised what was happening, and he frantically started gesturing downwards with his metal arm and snarling as softly as he could, saying "Go away! Go away!" between misshapen yellow gritted teeth. Eventually, the sea obeyed, and was calm again.
What was that?" the Chief questioned.
"NOTHING!" the man bellowed- but then he composed himself. "N-nothing, at all. It- it just happened to be a passing Sea-dragon- a Scauldron, yes, that's it, a Scauldron, that was going to emerge out of the water and blast you. But since I have my way with them"- he glared at the villager who had challenged him- "I was able to drive it off."
"Ah, that's good," the Chief replied. "Narrowly avoided a sticky- or should I say wet- situation there, didn't we?"
"We certainly did, great Chief." the man responded.
"Anyway, about your coughing..." the Chief said. "You said something about it being the fumes from the volcano that were causing it."
"Yes." the man replied gravely.
"But that means..." the Chief gasped, "If the fumes are in the air, then that means..."
"Yes...?" asked the man, carefully concealing a canister of Zippleback gas inside his cloak.
"THE VOLCANO IS ABOUT TO ERUPT!!!!!" screamed the Chief. "EVERYONE, MAKE FOR THE BEACH, NOW THAT THIS GREAT MAN HAS ENSURED THE EXTERMINATORS WILL NOT KILL US!"
The villagers and the Chief were so terrified, and preoccupied in running to the beach, that they did not see the man reach into his cloak and take out the Zippleback gas, spraying it around as much as he could without moving anywhere. Then he pointed his staff at the volcano, as if willing it to cease its eruption- when he was actually pointing at some Monstrous Nightmares flying near the volcano- yet too far away for the Chief and the villagers to have seen while they were talking with the man. The Nightmares scoured the ground with their fire, so that it looked like lava was running down the hill. The flames caught the Zippleback gas, and created an explosion.
In the smoke and ash that followed, nobody saw the man screaming "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" at the top of his voice, swinging his staff around his head once again, a cough strangely not occurring after this had been completed. What did occur, however, was the emergence from the water of a huge beast, concealed from the sight of the Chief and the villagers with the smoke and ash- but they could still hear and feel the tremors from the ground, as it walked over to its master, perfectly well. Only they thought it was an earthquake, and this of course only served to make them run faster. They were just beginning to reach the sea now.
The man pointed his staff at the sea, and his beast stomped over to it, surprisingly quickly for one of its size.
As soon as the Chief and the villagers got into the boats, they became aware of a huge shadow circling them, as easily as if they were just in one boat, not dozens. The sea began to churn up, even more so than it was doing already, drowning some villagers in the process; tipping their boats upside down.
Once all the villagers had been drowned, the great beast emerged from the sea, and turned its giant head towards its master. The man pointed his staff at the only one left alive- the Chief- and in that moment, their eyes met.
"You- tricked- me..." snarled the Chief, barely able to speak for anger and disbelief.
The man simply smiled crookedly- and then the Chief became entombed in ice, along with the drowned forms of all the villagers- an ice sculpture, if you will, depicting the man's latest mass murder.
Drago Bludvist walked away from the beach, and up onto the mainland, onto the only section that he had not ordered his Nightmares to scour with fire- for that was were the baby was, its crying the only sound that remained in the wasteland. Drago picked up the baby, and growled in annoyance at the baby's still continuing cries. He opened his mouth to scream at the baby- but then had a better idea.
He held up the baby to his Bewilderbeast, which was stomping along behind him like a gigantic faithful puppy. The dragon growled to see the even-tinier-than-usual human with flaming red hair, and it ceased its crying- for good, unlike his black-haired foster brother.
After the baby had been quietened, Drago simply walked off, not bothering to search around for survivors- for he assumed there were none.
But he was wrong.
The baby's father and mother and grandfather were pressed against a rock, cowering in the tiny piece of land that had not yet become a torrent of lava-like flame. One Nightmare, which did not apparently feel like obeying its master's orders, scoured this piece of land- although his master had ordered it and the other dragons to stop- and after doing so, promptly flew off, away from his master, to an island.
The baby's family ran, as fast as they could, onto the flames the other dragons had created, which were now cooling. Unfortunately, the baby's grandfather was old and slow, and burned to death in the hotter flames.
Anger ran with the baby's father as he fled down to the beach with his wife, seeing the frozen monument of his Chief's death, and swam as much and as hard as he could in the sea.
But I do not know what happened to them after that. They may have drowned.
But we will have to wait and see. Dun dun dun...
Just in case you were confused, the '-' parts in Drago's speech are where it cuts off because he's coughing.
Thanks to Birdy! I shouldn't even have to say it anymore; every chapter that you help me paragraph is infused with thanks for your help!
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26 May 2015, 09:38
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(Guys, please remember that this fanfic exists. I can't log into my nightfury123 account to change the title of this thread to tell you guys which chapter's been posted, because when the forum went back to its original URL, all of the secondary accounts (if any) that everyone had got deleted, I'm assuming, but regardless of that, please still try to check this fic every time I make a new post. Anyway...)
Chapter five! Spoiler: click to toggle My dragon-mother nudges me awake, and with my eye-opening, comes a feeling of terror. It is my fifteenth hatchday. My mother knows it too, and what we both also know is that it is time for me to leave the den. That is why I am so terrified.
I try to whimper and plead to her, but Mother is having none of it. She nudges me towards the mouth of the den, with a faint growl in her voice. My dragon-brothers and sisters stir, and crowd around me, squeaking. They do not know what is going on, but they have greeted me especially excitedly today, knowing that their scaleless brother is not going out hunting, but leaving forever. I nuzzle their small, purple, baby-Skrill faces affectionately, and they lick me in turn- but now it is truly time to go.
With everyone whimpering sadly, including me, I go out of the den, into the icy Arctic wilderness.
Another scaleless comes out at exactly the same time, at the den next to me. We do not greet each other, as scalelesses are known to, but look each other in our blue eyes, looking back through the fifteen years we have ealch been with our seperate dragon-mothers, Skrill and Seashocker, trying to think of that scrap of memory which may tell us that we have seen each other before. Finally, our staring becomes too much of a challenge, and we turn away, snarling at each other- at least, one of us does.
I do.
But the other scaleless does not.
What is wrong with him?
Has he become too-scaleless, not able to make the sounds of dragon-language? Or perhaps, can he not make noise at all?
I am curious, naturally, as a dragon should be, so I walk over to him- which he does not seem to like- and grab his face.
I find some interesting things there. His face is scarred from fire- Loki's blessing. A long scar along his jawline- I can see it has been made by a Skrill- he does not seem to like the discovery of this fact. And when I look at his throat, I can see that it is a strange colour- burnt, as red as a Monstrous Nightmare's scales.
Another scaleless, one with hair as red as the other one's throat, can be heard behind us. This one does not seem to have any problems with speaking dragon-language, as he does a dominance-snarl as soon as he sees us. We tremble and whimper accordingly; he is a lot bigger and taller than us- he is the Alpha. He seems pleased with that, and turns away and walks with the strange two-legged scaleless walk that we were taught also.
But why were we taught it?
A sudden thought comes to me.
Perhaps we are scalelesses! That can be the only reason! But if we are scalelesses, why were we raised to be scaled ones? I can only hope that these questions of mine can be answered, as the other scaleless-who-I-think-I-know and I follow the Alpha scaleless through the snow, walking on our two legs which gave me the indication that I was not a scaled one after all.
After many wing-beats- no, miles, as they are known in scaleless-speak- we arrive at a bad place. It is very dark, and there is a steep bit of snow leading up to something ahead of us. The Alpha scaleless walks up it, and he sees, as I can, the small shapes of other scalelesses coming towards us.
But there are bad scalelesses.
I can tell this as soon as they reach us, and they seem to think we are bad too, as they are wary of us- but we are too. The most the Alpha scaleless will allow them to do is lead us- to another bad scaleless.
A very, very bad scaleless. A terrible one. One who is full of anger and hate.
What has made him like that?
There seems to be a lot wrong with some scalelesses lately.
The terrible scaleless begins to speak.
"Welcome. I am your new master, and I am also your father."
Father?! But we only have a dragon-mother, not a scaleless-father!
"But enough about that. It is your birthday today, and I am going to give you your presents."
He takes some things out of the cloak which is draped around his shoulders. He gives the first thing to the Alpha scaleless.
"It is called a fire-suit." he tells him.
The Alpha scaleless puts it on.
"Why don't you try it out?" he suggests, smiling- but not in a nice way.
The Alpha scaleless nods, and the terrible scaleless points his staff at a nearby Monstrous Nightmare. The dragon open its mouth- and blasts fire straight at the Alpha scaleless- who walks through the inferno.
Both the Nightmare and the terrible scaleless seem quite astonished that Alpha scaleless has actually survived the blast, and even managed to walk through it.
"As a reward for your surivival, the Nightmare belongs to you now." the terrible scaleless tells the Alpha one. "But this is not the only Nightmare that belongs to you. Now, all Nightmares do. They are sort of like brothers to you- dragon-brothers." he said- but he seemed to be lying.
He walks over to the scaleless-who-I-think-I-have-seen-before, and presents him with the second thing.
"It is a mask made out of the head of a Seashocker- to hide your face." the terrible scaleless sneers.
The scaleless-who-I-think-I-have-seen-before clearly seems saddened by this, but he has no choice but to put it on.
The terrible scaleless now walks up to me. Strangely, he doesn't seem to have a present for me.
"You are not getting a present," he tells me, "because you are a hiccup."
I do not understand this, because surely the scaleless-who-I-have-seen-before is a hiccup, and yet, he still got a present.
But I am interrupted from my thoughts by the terrible scaleless saying, "Now, GO!"
None of us know where to, but the bad scalelesses come again, and the Alpha scaleless allows them to lead us to a room with beds.
I don't like this room. It's strange; it doesn't look like a cave. And are we meant to sleep on those beds?
It seems so; so I get up onto the bed, hating the feeling of it- but I do eventually manage to get to sleep.
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31 May 2015, 03:48
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Chapter six!
Spoiler: click to toggle "GET UP!" comes the Alpha scaleless's call. No, no- his name is not the Alpha scaleless. We have been taught to speak, and to know each others' names. His name is Soboviik; my name is Pahun; and my brother's is Halfdan.
Lost in these thoughts, I ignore Soboviik's first call. He goes over to me, grabs my arm, and yanks me off the bed. Now that I am off it, he pulls me up, and pushes me fowards, towards Father's ship, which we all know the way to now.
"Today," Father begins, "you will be going on your first mission. Think of it as a- rite of passage. You will all go to what is known as Dragon Island," -he points to its location on his huge map of the known world- "and you will kill your first dragon there. Knives will be given to you- for doing the killing, and for skinning the dragon to use as a cloak- and hatchets too, for cutting off the dragon's head, to wear it as a mask."
Curious, I put up my hand.
Father growls, and walks over to me, towering, draining my courage and will to ask the question.
"Go on," whispers Soboviik goadingly from nearby. "Ask the question. At least there'll be one less runt in the world if you do."
I ignore him, and ask the question.
"U-um, Father, the dragons are our b-brothers- you told us that. W-why are we k-killing them, if that's t-true?"
He does not answer that, but he does say something.
"As punishment for asking a question, you will be placed in a dragon den at Dragon Island. See if you think the beasts should not be killed when you are one of the thousands that have been killed by them!" he yells.
Searching for a death-den is hard. There are soldiers behind me, to ensure that I do not escape- but nonetheless, they are trying to avoid me as much as possible. Seizing the opportunity, I begin to run- I need to warm up; for it is winter in the Viking Lands, and bitterly cold; Dragon Island is covered with snow. But the soldiers are mistaken; thinking that I am trying to run away.
I'm grabbed suddenly, easily, by the collar, and yanked back.
"No you don't, you little runt," the one who is holding me snarls.
Adrenaline fills me suddenly. Just for a few moments, before I was caught, I experienced what it was like to run away. In longing for that feeling once again, I escape the soldier's grasp, and run so fast that none can catch me. Eventually, though, due to the energy I consumed while I was running, I have to stop. I bend double, panting- and look up.
I see a cave; my death-den.
Thanking the gods that my weapons have not been removed, I take out my knife, knowing that there could be dragons in there- exactly as it was intended.
Entering the cave in terror, I begin to wish I had a flame-torch with me. But I am interrupted from that thought, once I see a pair of yellow eyes, directly in front of me. I fight my instinctive urge to cry out; for I know there are other dragons in this cave. The yellow eyes move closer to me, and I hear terrible hisses of warning from the other dragons to this one, telling it to be careful. I back away slowly, letting the dragons know I am not a threat- but the yellow eyes in front of me follow me, almost curiously, into the little light there is; and I can just make out the shape of what I know to be a Skrill.
This makes me sad; the Skrill looks to be only a hatchling, and it makes me think of my dragon-brothers, and my mother, as I can see the other Skrills surrounding it.The little hatchling has family- and yet I have none.
Yes; I remember now; Father told me and my brothers of how we were brought to him; a Skrill murdered our family, and he found us, and rescued us. It is the hatchling's fault; it is probably desended from that murdering Skrill. So, I shall kill it...
Even the Skrills' eyes could not see my knife in the darkness, but I bring it into view once again, in order to kill the hatchling, the little light there is shining on the blade.
This was a very big mistake.
One dragon, presumably the father of the hatchling- I notice in terror, as terror can make you notice everything, that the hatchling's mother is not present; surely she would be the one defending her hatchling?- springs towards me, with a terrible roar, knocking me to the ground...
I am staring up into its face, and it readies its lightning...
...Only for the corner of its mouth to be grabbed by the hook of a newly-made weapon; belonging to someone I know well.
Father. Gulping in terror, I start to shake, both from terror, and a sudden cold wind that has come into the cave, as if by Father's sheer presence.
"H-hello, Father." I manage.
He does not return the greeting in response.
Instead, he walks up to me. I fear I am about to meet my death after all, but he pushes me aside and makes for the hatchling that its father was trying to defend. He waves his flesh-hand, and suddenly, soldiers who must have caught up with me, and had been hiding, release the darts in their blowpipes. Father kicks the hatchling aside, and this time really does walk up to me.
His eyes meet mine- just as I have a faint memory of the same happening when I was a baby- wordlessly telling me to do something, and then they flicker down to the knife gripped in my hand; then to the weak form of the hatchling's father, lying down, with blood dripping down from its mouth, onto the cave floor.
My face pales.
Grabbing me by the wrist, he takes me to the Skrill anyway, and stands over me expectantly. I try to stop myself, but I have to obey him- my hands grasp hold of the knife in the position to kill the hatchling's father. Sobbing with frustration and anguish, fighting all the way, I drive the knife into the hatchling's father's exposed throat.
"Good boy." Father congratulates me in twisted praise.
Finally, I decide that I have had enough.
Quick as that Skrill had once been, I turn around, and snarl at him; in surprised fury, he snarls back, but my anger blocks that out.
Completely letting my Berserker-like rage take me over, hardly knowing what I am doing, I pick up the lifeless form of the hatchling's father, my anger giving me strength enough to drag him, even though he is many times bigger than me, and I pick up the still form of the hatchling itself.
As I was running towards the hatchling and its father, my father could have almost lazily grabbed me by the collar, as the soldier did, and yet, he does not; not even doing it when I sprint out of the cave with my strange Skrill-like speed.
You might have noticed that Pahun had a similar experience with the baby Skrill's father as Hiccup did with Toothless... This is foreshadowing; Pahun will meet Hiccup at some point, and I can tell you that it'll be very interesting when he does... And, speaking of Pahun, in this chapter it's been revealed that he's a Berserker! I believe Dagur- who, by the way (I know I didn't explain this at the time, but I am now ), returned to his village to lead the Berserkers after Drago killed their current Chief in the second chapter, on Drago's orders- foreshadowed this in the first chapter of this fanfic- of which there are still not many viewers; and when I say "not many", I mean "none" (apart from Birdy, of course, who I thank for paragraphing this chapter as always ) .
Once again on the subject of Dagur... HE IS LOKI IN THE HTTYD UNIVERSE! But no, in all seriousness (I did watch the Avengers on TV on Monday on BBC 1 at 8pm, though ), you might be a little confused as to why in this fanfic, Dagur is suddenly allied with Drago. Well, that's due to my procrastination. I haven't actually finished the fanfic in which this is explained yet; Dragons, Trappers, Masters! But don't worry... I swear to Thor that I will soon!
Damn, this was a long A/N. XD
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20 Aug 2015, 17:44
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Chapter 7 has been posted on FanFiction!
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