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Sparrow's POV

I grunt in exhaustion as I land on the beach. My small wings ache with weariness, and the hard landing made a bolt of pain shoot up my leg with my lame paw.

Sighing, I look up at the strange forest. I really like clan life, but sometimes I the jobs that I get suck really badly.

My job-or, well, mission- for the next two months is to be a spy. A spy on Berk.

Frostbite's POV

I gaze at Larksong and her sister with pride as I address the clan.

"These two apprentices have completed their two month training in hunting and fighting, and now it is time for them to choose their destiny. Larksong, do you wish to train for the rest of your apprenticeship as a Fang or a Claw?"

The young Timberjack puffs out her chest and yowls proudly, "A Fang."

I nod, and then look at her sister, "Willow?"

"A Fang, my queen."

I purr and nod again, "Well then, seeing as your mentor is a Fang, you may keep training with Sawyer. As for Larksong," she looks at me hopefully and I rumble, "May the gods help both you and me as we train." (a/n Do the dragons believe in the Norse Gods?)

A ripple of mild laughter passes through the crowd and she ducks her head in embarrassment.

Wildfang, Adder, Poppyseed, and Brook scramble up to her. I jerk my head and say, "The young Changewings, Wildfang, Brook, Adder, and Poppyseed, have come to age and shall become apprentices. Like Willow and Larksong, they shall spend their first two months learning to both hunt and fight. Then, they shall decide."

I look through the assembled dragons and call out, "Whiplash! You shall be Wildfang's mentor. I taught you the skills that made you a great fighter, and gave you tips on how to be a successful hunter. I expect you to pass on your knowledge to your first apprentice."

The two drink from the pool and then head to the back of the crowd. I sniff and then say, "Adder, your mentor shall be Solheart."

The Skullion jerks his head up in surprise and I add, "Though you may be blind, Sol, your other senses are sharper than most and your physical ability is extraordinary. You are fully capable of training a dragon."

He nods and the mentor and apprentice lap at the pool before sitting next to Whiplash and Wildfang.

"Brook," the light brown Changewing looks up, "Your mentor will be Skyflame. She's a skillful fighter and a fairly good hunter, and I trust her to teach you well. As for Poppyseed, her mentor shall be-"

"Wait!"

A few dragons gasp as Dracen interrupts me. He easily weaves through the crowd and stands beside Poppyseed.

"Yes?" I ask impatiently.

Dracen takes a breath and says, "Poppyseed and I talked, and I've decided to train her to be a healer."

Murmurs pass through the clan and I narrow my eyes, "Alright, you can train her. But next time, I want you to warn me about your decisions."

He nods and dips his head in submission.

As they walk away from the pool, their muzzles dripping, I turn to Fernheart, "Your hatchlings seem to have grown up quickly, hm?"

She laughs and nods sadly.

"You may choose what you want to become now."

The mother looks at the ground for a moment and then says, "A Claw, please."

I nod, say a few more things, and then dismiss the clan.

Leaping down from the Leader's Ledge, I stand next to my deputy, Skurge. He's been fairly good-tempered lately. I know that he would have liked revenge on my parents sooner, but he's content with our plan.

We've already told Clan Infernious about the battle of Berk. They seem okay with it, especially Crag and some of the older dragons, who were there when the dragons of Berk attacked Outcast Island. I sent the omega, Sparrow, to spy on the stupid housepets for a couple of months and then come back and tell us. We managed without him for a few weeks, but then Nightwhisper got demoted when he kept on trying to eat out of order, and now he's a temporary omega while Sparrow does his mission.

My parents and siblings belong to some of the Vikings on Berk. Every time I think of them, though, I grit my teeth and my heart grows cold with hatred towards them. They are fools, the lot of them, and soon they and their friends will face the wrath of Clan Infernious.

Everybody, even the Claws, is training to fight. In the battle, we'll need all of our Fangs and most of our Claws, so we're getting ready.

"Crag," Skurge barks to the Claw, who is one of the highest hunters in the ranking, "Take the morning hunting party, please."

He nods and starts asking Claws to join his group.

"And Snapper," he nods towards a male Gronckle and Changewing crossbreed, "Lead the morning patrol. Check the east side along with the beach. Viperfang, you take another patrol and check the other side."

The two dragons nod and gather dragons. Snapper and his other two crossbreed sisters joined the clan only a few weeks ago, and have quickly gained the clan's trust. The crossbreeds are very useful dragons, with the nimbleness of a Changewing but the thick, tough hide of a Gronckle. Snapper is a Fang along with his sister, Swiftstrike, while the youngest sister, Bluemoon, is a Claw.

Larksong slithers up to me and yips, "So when do I start learning how to be a Fang?"

"Now," I say, standing up.

"No," I bark, "Again! And remember to swing your wings, Willow."

The tired apprentices get up and face each other again. It's afternoon, and Sawyer and I decided to train our apprentices together.

"But, Frostbite," Willow asks with her razor sharp wings raised, "If I were in a real battle, wouldn't I end up killing the dragon if I slice its neck with my wings?"

"Yes." I reply and she gives me a confused look and asks, "Isn't that a bit mean, though?"

I glare at her and growl, "No, that's powerful. Only the pathetic pets on Berk are too weak and stupid to kill. Now try again. But don't kill your sister."

"Yeah," Sawyer snorts, "Wouldn't want that happening."

They both sigh and Willow leaps at her sister. Using the move I taught her, Larksong ducks and then rams her head into Willow's belly as she soars over her. In real ground battle, she would've used her horns instead of her head.

Willow lands behind her sister a little clumsily but quickly swings around and strikes Larksong with her wing. The apprentice slows down, though, to not slice her sister's head off, giving Larksong a chance to pounce on her. They erupt into a fit of laughs and giggles.

"Pinned ya!" Larksong laughs and then looks up at me, "Did I do it well?"

I nod and purr, "Yes-"

Suddenly, a loud snort reaches my ears and I turn to see about five boars circling the outcropping. They look hungry for blood. Just like I want my dragons to look in battle.

"Uh, oh." Sawyer mutters and I grin. Turning to the apprentices, I bark, "This is great practice. You can actually use your Ground Battle tactics now. What are you going to do?"

Willow, looking uncertain, says, "Uhhh…Fernheart said that we shouldn't go near boars. She said they eat-"

"We're going to show them what we're made of!" Larksong interrupts her sister, lashing her tail excitedly.

I purr and take a few steps back, "Exactly. Go on."

They look at me with wide-eyes.

"Wait-what?"

"You're not going to help us?"

I shake my head, "No. This is your battle."

"Frostbite…" I hear Sawyer mutter cautiously behind me.

Willow gazes at the group of boars, who are closing in now, "But there're five of them and two of us. How could we possibly-"

"Raaa!"

Larksong lets out a battle cry and leaps onto the first boar's back. It squeals in surprise and she sinks her fangs into it's back. As the boar bucks around and kicks, trying to shake her off, two boars close around Willow.

Summoning up her bravery, she swings her right wing and slices their noses, making them jump back in pain.

Suddenly, Larksong's boar drops dead when she strangles it with her tail. She lets out another, and to my ears, adorable battle cry and leaps next to her sister, scratching the eyes of one getting too close.

"I've got your back, Willow!" she says, and together they continue fighting. They each take on two boars at a time, and as I watch them fight, I get a warm feeling inside of me. Ooh, I can't wait for them to use their moves on the Berk dragons.

Willow, surprisingly, manages to kill one of her boars by slashing its stomach open, leaving it to bleed to death. Her other rival, seeing its dead ally, turns and flees.

Larksong, who now only has to deal with one boar since her sister is helping her, is fighting like no tomorrow. I watch as she uses many of the moves I have taught her, and I wonder for a moment why it's taking her so long to kill the boar. Then, I realize, she's just messing around with it, taunting it. Playing with it.

The boar, obviously, doesn't see the fun in the 'game' and is desperately trying to escape. Every time it tries, though, Larksong stops it with a bite or a scratch.

Willow's boar soon flees, but when she goes to help her sister, Larksong yowls, "I'm fine, I can handle it! This is fun!"

Willow flutters over and stands next to Sawyer. I watch their expressions as the battle goes on; from horror, to disgust, to confusion.

Finally, Willow snaps, "Larksong, stop!"

Her sister glances at her, and then turns back to her boar, which has multiple cuts, bites, and even bruises. With a mighty, and, once again, adorable roar, she swings her wings around and nearly beheads the boar.

It drops dead and Willow gags.

Larksong, however, is looking proud and confident, with barely any wounds. She slithers up to me and asks excitedly, "Did I do well? Did I?"

I grin, flashing my sharp white teeth, and growl happily, "You did fantastic! That's exactly how I want you to fight! Show your enemy and others how strong and powerful you are compared to your rival!"

Sawyer and Willow gape at me.

"You approve of that-that brutal bloodshed?" Sawyer splutters, wide-eyed. I nod, giving him an 'I-dare-you-to-challenge-me' look. Willow makes a face of disgust and cries, "That wasn't fantastic, that was disgusting! Cruel! Brutal! That was so wrong in so many ways I don't even know where to start!"

I narrow my eyes at her and she shrinks away. Giving a quick nod, I turn to Larksong and say, "Just one thing: if there are a lot of enemies around you, it would be best to finish the fight quickly."

She nods eagerly and hops in place, "So now what? Come on, I've got my blood pumping and I feel awesome! I wanna fight!"

I purr, "Alright, alright. Soon. Now let's go get a bite at camp, heal your wounds, and then move onto Sky Battle. Perhaps even show Wildfang some of your moves."

Larksong nods happily and flies towards camp. Her sister hesitates, and I nod at her and her mentor, "You can join us if you want. But if you would rather do something else, that's okay."

Sawyer nods and mutters, "Thank you. Come on, Willow."

He and his apprentice slither away on their snake-like bodies, their wings dragging at their sides.

I hesitate, thinking. The two sisters are growing into fine fighters, both of them. And as I watch their progress, the longing for revenge claws at my heart. I can just imagine Larksong by my side, using the move I taught her and slitting Irria's throat while I sink my teeth into Nate's neck.

Sparrow's POV

I cautiously walk into the Viking village, careful not to be spotted. I'm creeping in from the northeastern side where there is a small farm with yaks, chickens, and sheep. Sniffing the air, I quietly sneak into the chicken's coop.

They're all asleep, so I easily snatch one, kill it, and devour it in a few ravenous bites. Hey, at least I can eat a little better on this mission!

I'm walking outside when I hear a sudden CLANG and jump behind a bucket.

"Careful there!" I hear a human say, "Ye' don't wan'ta make a mess!"

The speaker is answered with a gruff, "Sorry."

My heart is thumping fast, but I can hear them walking away. Letting out a sigh of relief, I creep back out into the open.

I have to say, it's rather beautiful here. There's constant birdsong and the woods are full of prey, like Infernious Island, but this one is different because it's smaller but goes higher. There must be a lot of cracks and crags good for nesting here somewhere. No wonder Frostbite wants to take it over.

Carefully creeping into the village, I dodge Vikings and dragons, surprising myself with my stealth, seeing my lame paw, and all. It surprises me how these dragons seem to have no sense of order, no ranks or anything. There's like some unspoken…message to the fit and strong that they have to hunt for the weaker dragons.

By dusk, I'm crouching in some shadows, watching a group of dragons eat.

"So, Zahra," I watch as a Monstrous Nightmare says to a beautiful Deadly Nadder, "how 'bout we go hunting tomorrow? Just you and me?"

'Zahra' rolls her eyes and picks at some chicken, "Nope, Nate's already asked me to."

"Tough luck, Griffin." A female Gronckle snorts. Griffin scowls and snaps up his yak leg.

They don't talk much after that. Several moments later, some older dragons walk over.

"Hi, Izzy!" A male Gronckle says to the smaller female, "How's it going?"

He settles down next to her, as she replies, "Not much. You?"

The other Gronckle shrugs and starts eating a wood duck.

An adult female Deadly Nadder watches them, amusement in her eyes, "Wow, compared to Nate and Irria, you two don't interact much."

"Well, Egan is older than me, Shani. Nate and Irria are the same age."

"So?" Shani says, starting on her boar, "That shouldn't mean anything."

Izzy shrugs and Griffin says, "I'm glad I'm the oldest of my siblings."

I sniff, thinking that this guy is a bragger, but then a strange and slightly familiar scent reaches my nose.

Taking a step back, I turn around and find myself face to face with a huge Night Fury.

O.O who found Sparrow? Has Frostbite turned Larksong into a bloodthirsty brute like her? (don't worry, I love you Frosty) Do dragons believe in Norse Mythology?

Sorry I'm really hyped up right now! Ok, ok I'll shut up! Baiiiiii!