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DreamWorks Dragons: Defenders of Berk

Night Fury Down

Chapter 1

Berk's sunsets were always a sight see. Despite the cold climate and high altitude, the weather was almost always reasonable.

The sky was blue while the climate stayed nippy; the citizens of Berk were busy going about their morning duties. And like every other day, the dragons helped out in their own special way.

A damaged vessel slowly drifted towards the docks; the small fishing boat having a large gaping hole in the left side and its two passengers lying unconscious on the deck.

Men ran down the ramps of the village, rushing over to the docks as their eyes saw the sorry sight of one of their boats. A few throws of rope and the mast was hooked, the men able to draw the boat in so it could dock.

Stoick came down to the docks with Gobber, having heard the news of the boat from one of the tower guards. The rushed past the men and helped the two fishermen out of the rundown boat.

"Mulch, Bucket, are you alright?" Stoick asked as he and Gobber brought the two men on the dock and laid them down. Mulch opened his eyes and sat up, clutching his head as a throbbing pain erupted from it. Stoick kneeled down beside him.

"Oooh, where are we?" Mulch asked, looking around and seeing his friend Bucket waking up as well.

"You're back on Berk Mulch, we saw your boat; what happened?" Mulch stood up and shook his head, Stoick following. Bucket was getting help from Gobber to get back up on his toes.

"We were attacked again!" Mulch announced, getting a few murmurs from the crowd.

"By who, the Berserkers?" Stoick asked.

"No,"

"The Outcasts?" Gobber asked.

"No," Mulch replied, shaking his head. "We were attacked by the Outcasts and the Berserkers!"

"Both?" Gobber repeated, walking up to Stoick's side.

"They were working together?" Stoick questioned.

"I thought Hiccup said they didn't form that alliance." Gobber presumed.

"No, but with Alvin gone, Dagur would have taken control over both tribes." Stoick concluded.

"Outcasts and Berserkers together, well that would make one heck of a fleet." Gobber commented.

"How many ships did you see Mulch?" Stoick asked the man.

"Too many to count, Stoick."

"What are you thinking, Stoick?" Gobber asked, seeing that look on his friend's face. Stoick was looking back at his house on the hill, knowing very well his son was still eating breakfast with his lifelong friend Toothless.

Despite the fatherly instinct grilling him deep within his gut, Stoick made his decision and headed back home to get his son.

"I'm telling you, it's a stupid idea." Snotlout said, rolling his eyes at the twins as they were trying to persuade everyone one a specific training exercise. "Test-your-wits-against-a-pile-of-fireworms" didn't catch anyone's attention; it sounded completely stupid to Snotlout.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Tuffnut said.

"Yeah, we can all watch Tuffnut go first." Ruff commented. Hiccup's voice didn't allow anyone to answer her as he and Toothless flew into the academy.

"We can't do exercises today." He informed his friends.

"Why, what's wrong?" Astrid asked. Toothless landed down beside Stormfly and Astrid.

"Bucket and Mulch were just attacked by the Outcasts—"

Tuffnut interrupted him, "Dirty rotten Outcasts! We'll show 'em who's boss!"

"—and the Berserkers." Hiccup finished.

"Dirty rotten—wait a minute, both?" Tuffnut questioned, his excitement now gone. Hiccup answered his question with a nod before addressing to all of them again.

"My dad wants us to go scout the area where they were attacked and see how many ships they have and where they might be planning on going."

"Where exactly were they attacked?" Astrid asked.

"Dragon Island." Hiccup answered calmly.

"And this is just a scouting mission?" Astrid questioned his motives.

"If Dagur and his men are there to attack the dragons living on Dragon Island, we have to intervene." Hiccup replied. "If the dragons lose their home, they'll come here and overrun the place."

"Just like the Screaming Death debacle." Fishlegs added.

"Please tell me your father knows about this part of the mission." Astrid asked, her fingers touching her forehead.

"Uh, no, not exactly." Hiccup replied sheepishly.

"So we're going behind his back, again? Hiccup, if your father finds out about all the times we've done this, he won't be able to trust us to do anything." Astrid tried to reason.

"She's got a point," Fishlegs chimed in; "If Stoick had a sheep for every time we went behind his back, he'd be a rich man."

"He already is a rich man, he's the chief." Snotlout commented.

"Looks guys, I know, but there's still the possibility that Dagur isn't there to kill the dragons on Dragon Island."

"Then what would he be there for?" Fishlegs asks.

"I don't know and neither does my father." Hiccup replies.

"So wait a minute, what exactly are we doing?" Tuffnut asks, his head hurting from all of the chatter.

"We're going to see what Dagur is up to." Astrid replied.

"And if he's after the dragons, we stop him." Hiccup replied as well.

"Alright, that's a much simpler version; why couldn't you just say that?" Tuffnut complained.

"So when do we leave?" Snotlout enquired.

"As soon as possible." Hiccup responded. "The faster we get there the better."

They all flew together in a group, Hiccup and Toothless being slightly ahead. It was during early in the afternoon when the teens left, figuring they'd need all the sunlight they could get before this whole potential debacle would be over. Knowing Dagur, he'd walk a million miles just to have a fight with Hiccup and Toothless. That man really lived up to him name, the Deranged.

It wasn't long before the riders had Dragon Island within their sights, and it wasn't long after that they saw Dagur's armada. They all gasped as they set their eyes on the numbers, the entire fleet of Outcasts and Berserkers making Dragon Island look like it had a coral reef. Even though they were already high in the sky, Hiccup commanded the group to ascend above the clouds; getting spotted now would mean they'd have to fight and by looking at those numbers, Hiccup knew there was more than fifty thousand.

They flew to a spot where the clouds divided and allowed them a peek down below. The sight wasn't a thing to behold.

"Oh my Thor," Astrid gaped as she gazed down at the armada below them.

"Uh, that's a lot of people. Are you sure we want to be fighting them Hiccup?" Fishlegs asked, his hands coming together and he felt uneasy. "The odds of us six winning against their one hundred thousand seems quite impossible."

"Let's just stick to the clouds for now and see if they really doing anything with Dragon Island." Hiccup informed.

"It doesn't look like they are, let's go home." Snotlout rushed.

"No, hold on." Hiccup stopped him, bringing out his telescope and taking a closer look at the ships below. Chained and hog tied on most of the armada's decks were dragons, ranging from Terrible Terrors to Monstrous Nightmares.

"He's holding dragons." Hiccup announced, his voice laced with anger and fear. He moved the telescope over to the head ship, settling on the image of another telescope glass. Furrowing his eyebrows, he contemplated on what it was before it was removed to show the face of Dagur.

Dagur smiled up at Hiccup and giggled, jumping up onto the side of his boat and holding out his arms.

"Surprise, surprise Hiccup!" He announced with sadistic grin.

Hiccup removed the telescope from his vision and gaped down at the man and his fleet; his friends sharing the same shock as he.

Dagur was kidnapping dragons.

A.N.

Alright, I'm not quite done with A Banished Beast, my other story, but it's getting closer to the end and I just couldn't wait any longer to post this story. That and I need to take a small break to help clear my head, the ending to the story is still a bit foggy to me.

The first chapter seems to jump right into things, but that's kind of how I envisioned it. Thank you all for everything and I'll be reading you soon! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!