Hey everybody, this is my new story. I came up with this while playing Divinity 2 the dragon knight saga. I couldnt get it out of my head and lost all focus on my other storys. Thats why the last chapter for Aron's Journey sucked so much. Now that that is out of my head I will do another CH of AJ. I got a really eciting chapter planned.
I do not Own How to train your dragon or anything having to do with Divinity 2 or its franchise. My OC draco and Jumper are mine and will stay mine unless you ask.
I listened to Wake up up inside during certain parts and linkin Park for every other part. Reviews are welcomed. Rated M for lots of descriptave blood and gore and such and mild consuming of other creatures.
The young boy only four years old, walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the churning sea taking in the majestic sight. It was almost as beautiful as the setting sun, which was set out before him. He looked up at the sky wondering what it would be like to fly. My name was Jumper and I am a lowly peasant. Jumper closed his eyes breathing in the fresh air of his home town. He then turned around and walked away from the village, watching all the rabbits with interest, as he made a metal image. He would not see this place for twelve long years.
As Jumper entered through the gates he nodded at the worker who told him to get moving. Jumper was only four at the time when the silver eyed people came. He had head story's about them. They were the elite. They were strong. Several times stronger then that of a man. If you believed all of the story's about them you would think they had the power of a lesser god. They were dragon slayers. The young boy heard about dragons before. They were evil. They killed and pillaged. He hated them and despised them, yet he loved them and was fascinated by them. To talk about dragons in his village was like claiming to be a witch. He only heard the story's approved by the village elders.
About a week ago the young boy was walking at the edge of the town forest, hanging near the area where his parents told him to never venture too. While he was on his little adventure he got surrounded by a group of three goblins.
(flashback)
He tried to run but quickly fell and watched as the goblin lifted its rusty short sword in the air aiming to plunge its blade straight into his chest. Then as if a great shadow descended upon the world a dragon appeared and quickly snatched the goblin off the boy and in a flash it was in its gullet.
The other goblins quickly decided that it was no time to be a hero and decided to leave their chief and this pink flesh alone. On the bright side they were probably happy that their ranks were one higher. Almost as quickly as they appeared they disappeared.
It was just the boy and the dragon. Jumper was staring at him with his bright blue eyes. Dragons have this special ability to stop prey right in its tracks just by staring at their quarry in the eyes. The dragon moved quickly and pinned the boy to the ground and said. "hello hatchling." The mighty dragon said and moved his face closer to Jumper's, and sated at him with bright red eyes. The dragon was a magnificent creature, he was about twenty five feet long. About nine feet tall and all muscle. His head was almost that of a grown man's body and he couldn't even tell the size of his wings. He was a elder dragon. They were wise and probably a millennia years old. Even though probably at the edge of death a dragon was not something to mess with.
Jumper started to squirm trying to escape but as soon as he tried that the dragon just grinned and dug his claw into the ground deeper. Jumper was in a cage made of pure flesh bone and muscle. He was about to scream but then stopped himself. What was the use. That dragon would just kill him the moment he screamed. Maybe he could just . . . that's it. A riddle. Dragons love riddles. "d-dragon i-i-i-I'm as small as an ant, as big as a whale. I'll approach like a breeze, but can come like agale. By some I get hit, but all have shown fear. I'll dance to the music though I can't hear. Of names I have many of, names I have one. I'm as slow as a snail, I'm as slow as a snail, but from me you can't run. What am I?" Jumper said surprised that I did the rest of it without stuttering.
I saw as the dragon was taken aback at this since he had not expected a lowly human come up with such a good riddle. After ten seconds the dragon then answered "you are a shadow." The dragon then smiled and looked at the human. He now bore the face of a amused dragon and said "im surprised hatchling. That was one I had not heard of before. But alas I am still hungry and have yet to have a decent breakfast." The dragon then lowered his head and was about to kill the young one without a second thought when he thought of something. "hatchling why don't you cry out for your kin."
Jumper had his eyes closed. He could smell the breath of the dragon and waited for the end. He had not expected the dragon to get the answer like that. It was impossible. Then he felt the pressure of the claws subside slightly and opened one eye. The dragon was still staring at him. This time with curiosity instead of hunger. When he asked his questionJumper gulped down in fear and said "b-because whats the use. Y-you'll kill me before t-they come. And I'd lose a few breaths I have left in this world." Jumper then answered looking around for a weapon. He saw a stick to the side and reached out for it but it was soon blasted to smithereens by the dragons fire ball. Jumper pulled his hand back quickly wincing because the tips of his fingers were bleeding from the burns.
"hmm I wouldn't try that hatchling. And that is very smart of you. You are probably the smartest human I have ever met in my three thousand eight hundred and seventy second year life . . . by far. Yet you are only a hatchling." The dragons stomach growled slightly letting him know that he has yet to consume his morning meal. "any last requests before I feast."
There was a few seconds of silence and the amused dragon saw that the human hatchling was quivering in fear and he was about to dig in when Jumper asked "tell me what your name is. I want to know the name of my killer."
The dragon was taken back again. This was a strange human. "and yet another reasonable request. You surprise me hatchling. I might mistake you for a dragon hatchling in a human body." there was a deep rumbling sound which Jumper recognized as laughter. "my name is Draco. Your the first human . . . besides the Dragon Knights that has gained the respect to know a dragons name." The dragon named Draco then was once yet again about to bite down on the hatchlings head when thoughts ran through his head. Then he said them around "Well it seems that even though I enjoy humans and their taste I cannot hurt you. I especially love the young hatchlings such as your self more so. Their meat is ever so succulent and their blood is like wine. Everything about you is perfect. Too perfect. I would be in heaven if I ate you. Yet I cannot. But I sill want a small taste."
Jumper closed his eyes waiting for a bite to kill me or take off a arm or something. All the story's jumper was taught were that of dragons letting their prey go then catching them the last instant or tricking them. Something along those lines. What he wasn't expecting was the dragons tongue licking the blood off his fingers making the bleeding stop and the pain slowly disappear into numbness.
"ah wonderful. Just wonderful. Best thing I have ever tasted." Jumper thought the dragon would go for the kill straight away but as the claws were pulled away I got up and scurried away but not before a tail wrapped around my leg and tripped me and the dragon behind me said "ill let you go if you promise that you wont tell anyone in your village that I seek refuge here. I hate moving."
"I promise. Only if you don't kill anyone in the town." The hatchling answered. The dragon was deep in thought and then said "deal, as long as they don't come to my cave or try and attack me." Jumper nodded and he breathed out a sigh of relief as the tail unwound and he then got up and booked it to his village. Jumper ran directly towards my room and jumped under the covers and had a small dagger to my chest his heart still beating extremely fast.
(End Flashback and 30 minuets prior to beginning)
It was a week after that incident when the dragon slayers came searching for a dragon in the area. They stopped me to ask for questions about the dragon and Jumper lied and told them that he spotted it near the lake which was a lie. When Jumper came back from his incident with the dragon he told no one. He was a man of his word and would not break it. Especially if the promise was a two ton dragon.
Jumper just expected them to leave him alone but the one in the middle grabbed my arm and said "young boy. I sense something inside of you. A great power. I believe that you have the potential to become one of us. A dragon slayer. I want you to show me where your family is so we can talk about you coming into the order." The lead woman said clasping a firm hand on my shoulder. The woman was tall at least six foot and she had red hair. Her eyes were silver and she had bright steel armor which gleamed in the sunlight. It had many overlapping layers of metal and between those layers were the skins of different dragons. There were five in total and only one was empty. Her companions all wore the same armor. One had black hair, the other had brown. Yet they only had one dragon skin on them.
They scared me and all I wanted to do was run for the nearest house and cower inside.
Unknown to all of them the dragon named Draco was staring at this scene with interest and also depression. "fool, don't get brainwashed. Your better that that." The dragon closed his eyes and knew it was too late. This human was going to become dragons greatest enemy's. Dragon slayers. They weren't the honor bound solders that killed dragon for honor. Dragons understood the need for honor and gladly accepted requests to fight those kinds of heros. No the dragon slayers were worse. They would kill dragons because they wanted to cleanse the world of all the dragons. They had dragon memory's in them. It gave them instincts, strength, speed and they had skills that were beyond many humans. One slayer probably killed several dragons single handily in their life time. They were the bane of all dragons.
Draco watched as the hatchling was forcefully taken away from his family and was taken onto a zeppelin which flew off in the distance. Draco could feel the distance put between him and the hatchling. Licking the blood of the humans hand wasn't just to have a taste (it was the main goal though). It was to track the human by a blood pact. Basicly he can tell where the human was at anytime. The dragon shed many tears that night, since he knew that he would be no more before he could save the human boy and himself from . . . death.
(twelve years later)
The young boy was now a teenager. As he walked out of the zeppelin once more. He looked at his birth place. This was the village where he was born at. This was the village in which he was raised. This was the village in which he had met his first dragon. This was the village in which he was chosen to be a dragon slayer. My name is jumper and I am a dragon slayer. Jumper walked forward towards the village his leather armor tight on his skin. Jumper's sword was on his back resting in its sheath glinting in the sunlight. As he made it to the gate the gatekeeper rose up and bowed and said "greeting slay- ah jumper. Is-is it really you."
The teen nodded and just pushed passed the gatekeeper which was his uncle but he paid no attention to the family member. His mission was simple. Meet the other slayers outside In the forest after gathering supply's. He was not to talk to anyone he once knew. It was forbidden by the order. Jumper once thought that dragons were cool but after twelve long years of brainwashing he knew it was not so. They were evil. They had to be eliminated. They were the scum of the world. They were the enemy.
In the distance about three miles from the village the once great dragon lifted his head. The hatchling was back. Yet his aura was different. Alas he was turned. He was a sla-no it was impossible. He was a slayer. His strength wasn't strong. But he had something else going for him, yes he saw it now. The potential. And now the once great dragon knew why he had not moved on from this village. It was his right not it was his duty to do that. It was his duty to leave his mark on the world.
As the slayer gathered up supply's from the shopkeeper he headed out to the forest. He spotted his family and his now younger brother but he quickly ignored them. As he walked forward he had this feeling in the back of his head to go down this path. But he had this duty to perform.
On the way to catch up with his teammates there was a group of goblins that saw him and tried to take him on.
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Meanwhile Draco was getting up and started to walk slowly towards the slayers in the distance. He knew what he had to do. It was his time. He could feel it in his bones. For the sake of the world he hoped this would work.
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Jumper sheathed the bloodied sword on his back and kept walking. The bodies of ten goblins were lying around. Entrails were everywhere and none have been spared. If you counted the bodies you would find sixteen. Three of them have been severed in half. Most of them had missing appendages. No one had a right to die like that. Jumper passed a few of the villages on the way to the checkpoint. They always greeted him like he was a hero. He didn't do anything, it was just because of who he was. His life as a slayer had been hard. He trained night and day and on his off time he learned about dragons and their strengths and weaknesses. He had a deep hatred for dragons. How could one have let him live. It was dishonorable. And the words spoken to his face. So... unforgivable. He wanted to carve his blade into that dragons side and rip out its petty excuse of a heart.
But...
But it saved his life. It let him live, even after it had tasted the boys flesh. The boy looked down at the burn scars on his fingers. Sometimes he felt something calling out to him, begging for him to return to his home. But duty comes first and that is what matters . . . right.
About a mile to the west of jumper there was a fierce fight going on between three slayers and a dragon.
(Draco's P.O.V)
I slowly started looking around franticly trying to find out where the last human went. There were two humans in front of him. They were those past the orders hatchlings, they were like fledglings. They were in front of him with broadswords their silver eyes trained on me.
I dared not to swivel my head in fear of one of them jumping trying to land a fatal blow on my head. I need to have their hat...no my hatchling land that last blow so we could connect. It was the only way and I can feel it in my bones.
Then I felt the wind rushing next to my face so I jumped back and I felt a sharp pain on my lower jawbone. The third slayer had finally came out of the shadows and blindsided me. A cowards tactic. What to expect from a master. The same instant her attack landed the other slayers made their move going for my legs trying to get me unbalanced so they could attack me with better accuracy. I quickly backed up into a tree and knew I had to do something or I would soon be overrun and killed.
With a surge of new found energy I lashed out with my claw into the face of one of the orders fledglings but the other fledgling soon attacked my drawn claw causing my blood to fall to the ground. I roared and breathed flames in his face but the orders master quickly jumped on my back and held my mouth closed with a iron vice like grip. I thrashed and my tail caught one of the fledglings in the side leaving a open wound which caused him to cry out.
I felt pain lash out like a whip across my body as I felt a sharp sword cut in near my lower back causing my to roar with agony and rage. I would not go down like this. Drawing up all of my magical energy I could I released it with my element causing a fire like vortex swell around me pushing the slayers back. One of them got it very bad in the face and half of his face was practically charred.
The other one was a little lucky and put up a shield of magic in front of him and only got himself thrown into a tree knocking him out.
The leader was completely unfazed and completely canceled out the attack and was now staring at the dragon in front of her hate in her silver eyes.
All real slayers have silver eyes. They weren't born with them. From the knowledge I had gathered, their eyes shine silver because inside their memory's that have implanted dragon memory's which caused them to understand the dragons and predict the dragons movements since they had the memory's of the ancestors of the dragons. That is why a single slayer warrior could easily take down a adult dragon as easily as one fights a dog without weapons. Though I was a different story. I was a elder. I was old, wise and still very powerful. That is why they sent a master with two warriors accompanying her.
I rose to my full height trying to act like that bast had taken nothing out of me but alas it was not true. It had taken almost everything. I could feel my vitality leaving me. I was at the end of my days. I had a long rein. The one thought that crossed my mind as I tumbled forward and landed flat on the ground was The knights will rein once more...hurry my young hatchling. eight hundred and eighty four years of life. That was long for a dragon. I was a old fart that was for sure, but I can live on. For eternity, but the only catch was I had to become one with a human. Become a dragon knight.
But that boy. I can feel it in him, the potential to become great, to become strong. To be the best. Just thinking of that the old dragon could feel himself practicably slipping into the void. He was about to but a heavy boot smashed down upon him face and caused him to roll over on him side. He heard and felt the human master spit right in his face.
(A/N master is a rank like Sargent etc etc.)
Draco would not just die like this. Not in the mud. He would die standing up facing his killer head on. He was a dragon of the old code. The dragon started to get up slowly and he heard the human speak "ah so the giant talking rock lizard wishes to die all the faster."
I looked up my once great eyes, scales, hide, everything only shadows of their former self. My once bright red had faded into a dull red, ugly and had no luster or shine. My hide looked old and wrinkly and had tons of battle scars. My eyes have not shone the brightness of youth or enlightened state for a long time. The one exception was that kid that he had met twelve years ago. The one that was just a fourth a mile away.
Well Maybe he should talk to have this human spare some time. "well at least im not a tool wench." The old dragon only laughed when he was given the good ole' treatment of boot in the face. "well I'll make you a deal. You can beat me around all you want, but you must keep me alive. Then why don't you let your aprientance kill me. Good experience for the young you see."
There was no reply but only pain that followed. He cried out several times from the pain. The worst was when they started to cut off individual scales. Its for the good of the world. He did not know the reason that slayers try to kill dragons. The only reason that dragons ate humans was for food or if they attacked first. And besides Draco only had about five humans to eat in the past century. But beyond that well lets just say he was kind of a glutton. His hatchling would probably have the same hunger.
The dragons and the dragon Knights purpose was to protect the world from Damian. He was a evil being. The closest thing to a god that anyone has ever met. Draco was one of the few that actually met him and fought him in person. He was quickly struck down. He was a troublesome youth at that time. All Damian did was flick his wrist and bam a large gash down his entire chest. If the dragons/Dragon Knights weren't in this world, well the humans would have been killed off long ago. Not even the order had a chance of winning.
(End dragon P.O.V)
Then finally the hatchling came. The dragon opened its eye. It was already looking glassy and lost. He was almost gone, time was about to claim him. The only reason he stayed on as long as he had was this hatchling and his … future.
"ah your right on time Jumper. Ready to slay your first dragon and be accepted into the order of slayers." The master said and handed him his new sword.
"yes milady I am." My little hatchling took the blade and walked over to me. The two warriors (another rank thing) stood next to jumper but the master soon told them to come back. Jumper walked over to the dragon and raised the sword up high in the air.
Draco channeled all of his useable energy into one final ability. He used his mind reading ability to gain access into Jumpers mind and in a millisecond he said with his mind Strike above my heart. Trust me and I will free you from your pain. Then it was too much and he felt all of his power drain away. It was now or never.
The boy jumped slightly at this. Many thoughts went through his head. He would never do anything in his life. He could never have a family, never have kids. All he could do is destroy, if he followed the slayer path he would be dead inside. But if he trusted this dragon what would happen. Now before I slip away into the void. Once again the voice.
He made up his decision. He screamed "ahhhhh." He brought his sword up and brought it up right above the dragons heart. His eyes were glowing bright silver. There was power, strength flowing all around him. The entire world was alive with energy. It was so wonderful. He was so alive. His body was so light. When he looked down he saw nothing. The dragon was gone. All that was left was a glowing red sword. It wasn't from heat, no it was the swords aura. Then the swords aura became his aura. He felt another rush of power and something else. It was strange, it was natural. It was the desire to kill . . . the desire to live, to eat, to mate, to defend ones territory. It was instincts bottled up in a small human body.
Jumper dropped his sword grinning from ear to ear his teeth now sharpened to points a feral look in his now red dragon like eyes. He laughed a meniacle laughter and took a step forward. His hands were at his sides and his nails had sharpened to points and he said "ah it feels so wonderful. This power. Its amazing." He then focused his gaze on the warrior with half his face burned and he said "and your lot smell appetizing." Unknown to the new Dragon Knight he was speaking in dragon tongue. The only one that could understand him was the slayer master.
( Slayer 'master' P.O.V)
The master watched as one of her new apprentices was standing over the dragon with a determined look. He raised his blade above his head. Yes it would be a straight shot. Right into the beasts heard thus ending its pathetic life. I smiled as I saw him do that and jumped up when I saw the dragon gathering energy but it quickly faded away. A few seconds passed and the soon to become slayer was deep it thought.
I watched as he closed his eyes and there was a flash of bright energy from the dragon and it connected to the boy but it did nothing. This surprised her and then the human opened his eyes. They were glowing bright silver. But its glow left trails and he plunged his sword right above the dragons heart. As his blade connected something happened that she had only read about and it did little to prepare her for whats about to happen.
The dragons body slowly started to disappear into red smoke. It swirled around the blade of the soon to become slayer. The blade glowed a reddish hue as it absorbed the aura and that red aura soon wrapped around Jumper. She saw that his eyes were now red and looking just like the dragon they had just felled.
What she heard next sent shivers down her spine. "ah it feels so wonderful. This power. Its amazing." I gulped as I saw his hands, now claws dropped the weapon on the ground and she saw his teeth. They were sharp and gleamed in the light. His aura was so different. In that instant when I heard him talk about us. Saying it like we were food I knew what he was. It was impossible. They were destroyed long ago. He cant be a Dragon Knight. The order destroyed them long ago.
But it didn't matter. Every slayer was taught how to face a Dragon Knight if they ever returned . . . which people now believe that they were a myth now. It would be simple. If her aprient- ex aprientance was now a dragon Knight that meant that he was now a feral. It would be a piece of cake to dispatch him.
Dragon Knights when first created were at their weakest because their instincts controlled them. It took control of their body and manifested itself in every action they make. Since they would always go straight for the kill she would leave herself vulnerable and right when he attacked she would let him land right on her sword. Then she would have the honor of having killed a Dragon Knight and a dragon in one day. Such a glorious day.
I smiled confidently and smugly because he would not even use a weapon or even think rational. A simple kill. I looked left and right to my comrades and saw that they bore looks of confusion and bewilderment. I said to them "its a feral. Remember what you were taught."
I watched as they nodded in satisfaction. I didn't understand why he was waiting there. Its like hes stuck in some kind of instinct cycle. I saw as the warriors guards dropped. I dropped mine also because my armor was heavy. Just as our guards dropped Jumper sprang into action. He was faster that I had anticipated and just when the warrior with his face half burned off. What was his name … Eg-something. I watched as Jumper quickly with inhuman speed ripped the swerd from the slayers grasp not ever crying out as the edge cut his hand.
Just as quickly as he tore it away I watched in horror as his claws swiped across her companion's throat effectively killing him as his blood spilled on the ground letting him bleed out. Something was wrong. The attack was too precise, must be luck. Normally they would rip the neck off, not slit the throat. Jumper then turned to the other warrior and crouched down staring him down like a wolf would a sheep a guttural growl being heard.
(end slayer 'master' P.O.V)
My name is Jumper and I am a Dragon Knight.
Jumper turned to the other slayers and growled a defensive growl and a territorial growl. Slayers on my territory not gonna happen. And im starving and that one I had just killed is spilling something wonderful. Mmmm that must be the smell of dying prey. Wonder what it tastes like. First things first. Males are going to be dead. That female . . . driven off or killed.
The world seemed glowing from the eyes of a dragon knight. He could see the energy of the world flowing in and out. He could see the energy of the Slayers. Their dark demented energy. And the balance of this world was wrong. There was something evil in this world sealed away but not dead. His mission was to kill it. He knew it and he would do everything in his power to succeed and do that. If not more.
The instincts to kill were practicably driving him insane but he soon pushed them aside. Not far enough to completely get rid of them but to ease him slightly. Something brushed his mind and he shook it off. It was the slayers. Trying to gain control of his mind or something like that. "Strange he shrugged my probe away." The woman said looking a little confused.
She was confused because feral's were not supposed to be able to push away their instincts, or to resist a mental mind reading probe, much less one from a 'master'. And he had outsmarted them and waited for them to drop their guard.
Young feral. The boy named jumper snarled at this voice. It was inside his head and he wanted it gone. New stuff scared him. Do not fear me. I will guide you to the light hatchling. The voice sounded exactly like the dragon that had saved him and that he had killed. The boy looked back to the area where the body should have been and saw nothing. Yes it is me. We are one. Two beings become one. Dragon and human together. We are the light that will shine from the dark. You must clear your head.
Jumper shook his head trying to get that voice out of his head. Just as he shook his head the slayers charged slashing expertly at his limbs trying to bait him into attacking them. Somehow he knew the trick they were trying to pull of and got cut a few times on his arms and chest trying to get his instincts under control. He then clawed at the face of the master and she anticipated this … no baited him and he blade quickly met the flesh of his under arm and caused a large cut. Before it could go any farther he twisted his arm and the bade bounced off his armor and newly formed scales with a screech of metal on metal and metal on scales.
His claw kept going and it cut some of her hair off. Jumper then kicked at the feet of the warrior who was about the stab him. The bade came towards his chest and he grabbed the flat of it with the flat of his Palms and using his new found strength stopped it before it could even cut his armor. Growling he kicked the shins of his attacker and spun around his claws scrapping the metal of the 'master' as she tried to stab him in the back. The warrior was sent into a tree and the master jumped back to avoid getting clawed or bitten again.
He snarled his lip curling over his now sharp teeth staring that the two dragon slayers who were now looking pretty beat up themselves. They started to communicate to each other but Jumper couldn't understand what they were saying. He didn't care. His vision was red and he wanted to shed more blood. Just to smell it.
Hatching get control of yourself. Your letting your primal urges get the best of you. Keep a clear head. I shook my head and ran at the warrior aiming a claw at his face. He anticipated this again and did a spinning shot. It was like a spinning backspin but his sword cut across my back, blood spraying everywhere. Jumper fell to the floor shivering and coughing up blood. The warrior went over and raised his blade in the air to chop off Jumper's head
(Jumpers P.O.V)
I felt red hot pain seep across my back. I wanted to cry out in pain but my body wouldn't let me. It was glued to one spot and that was the cold hard ground. It was those god damn instincts that wouldn't let me do anything. They were to strong and they controlled me. I might as well give up. I should have listened to my capt- Ex captain and killed that god forsaken dragon.
No you did the right thing. Its your destiny. Please Jumper listen to me. I am Draco. That dragon that you stabbed. We are one now. My power is yours. I need you to get up. Show no fear. Never look back. Think of all the pain and suffering they caused. You know the slayers plan. You know their ways. Look ahead and stand up straight. Reach deep within yourself. Find that hidden power. Manifest it into reality and make it real.
(end Jumpers P.O.V)
The warrior brought his blade crashing down heading straight for the traitors head. His stare was blank and this kill would be his. As fast as lightning the Dragon Knight spun around on his back, that same blade with the red aura crashing with his with a force he never thought possible. He looked back to where the blade should have been. It was gone.
"UNFORGIVIABLE. UNFORGIVIBLE. UNFORGIVIBLE." The Knight yelled in perfect english. his eyes that of a dragon and his skin slowly shifting to scales. He heard the popping of bones as they strengthened and got denser. His arms were longer, so were his legs. He had wings coming out of his back and his nose and mouth was sticking farther out. This form would only last until he let go of his dragon powers. There was a screech of metal as the Knights sword started to cut through his sword like a hot knife through butter.
"nooooooo." was the last words the slayer said before the Knights blade cut completely through the sword and cut the man in half. The new Knight stood up his left wrist started glowing as something formed. The last slayer watched in horror as a silver wrist guard formed from the red aura. The metal was the same silver as the eyes of the Knight when he lower then 5% power. There was a bright jewel the same color red as his eyes when 5% power or above. There was a jewel on the bottom of the wrist guard that was Blue. The same blue as his eyes when they first recruited him.
Even though Jumper did not know what the guard signified the slayer did and she took a step back in fear. Remembering that she was fighting a feral she then lifted her chin exposing her neck. This would bait him for going for her neck.
"that w-wont workssss. I knnnow gall the trickssss." the Knights said his words sounding reptilian. Usually it took a hundred years for a knight to talk in English. They perfered dragon tongue. Just that scared her. Jumper raised the bade to the light looking at the blood on his blade. Using his tongue he licked the blood away. His tongue was now just like a dragon and after one lick he looked at this sword.
When he was a slayer it was just a normal everyday sword. Now it was a shining steel with a faint red glow. There was a silver dragon with red eyes wrapping up the pommel all the way to the handle and ending where the blade starts. No matter where he grips the sword the fit and balance was perfect and it was so light. He then inspected the wrist guard and grunted in satisfaction.
His eyes snapped to the slayer who was looking at him in fear and she said "your weapon. Your guard. Your speech. Your memory. Your control. Its impossible. It takes a Knight century to gain control like you do right now, What takes hundreds of years you did in hundreds of seconds. And you took out two seasoned warriors."
"im hungrsss." The knight said looking at her with a look and he licked his lips then shook his head and said "buttttt...Your pretty. If you leave nowsss ill let you go."
"No I will kill you. No matter what control you have, someone of your experience can not handle a master." The master ran at the Knight who muttered a "so be it."
The slayer thrust her sword out and the Knight parried and head butted her and spun around causing their blades to meet with a burst of sparks. She was smart. She put her energy into her weapon so it would not be cut like the dumb ass warrior that had gotten cut in half.
The knight was feeling hatred towards the slayers. All the instincts fueled his emotions to the max and his hate for the Order grew more as he thought of how they tore away the one dragon that understood him, tore him away from his family. Trained him to kill dragons, and other monsters. All because they were not human. In his hatred acting upon instinct.
This instinct was different and it was more of a knowledge passed down from dragon knight to dragon knight. It was lost a long time ago but there was a bright light. Blue this time and a ax formed in the Knights left hand. There was a expert chop with that ax and it cut the slayers off hand which caused her to cry out. Using that to Jumpers advantage he kicked her with all the dragon strength he could muster and caused a huge dent in her armor and caused her to fall down.
The wind was knocked out of her and she felt some of her rips broken. Shoe could not feel her arm and when she stole a quick glance to it she saw that it was hanging by some mere flesh. She could see her bone. How did that get there. When the slayer looked back she saw the ax in the knights left hand as he walked towards the master. It impossible. The second weapon. The second manifest. That hasn't happened since the great war between Dragon Knights and Dragon Slayers. Those that carry those weapons usually were the strongest warriors on the battle field. How could a lowly feral carry such a mighty weapon no... weapons.
The slayer started to reach for her sword but it was quickly kicked away and she looked up into the red eyes of her soon to be killer. His lips parted revealing sharp teeth and a dragon like tongue. Now she knew what true fear felt like. There was three words spoken which made her heart sink. "for you Draco." Those were the last things heard before a blade was plunged into her hear and she slipped into the void.
I pulled the blade out of the masters chest and did a quick strike in the air and the blood flew off and I put my sword away. I looked at the ax in awe. It was a duller color then my sword but it had a edge that was serrated and the other which was sharp. It felt perfect in my hands too and it reeked of death and destruction. Blood was dripping off its edge and I felt my heart beat a painful beat. I fell to my knees my hand on my head trying to get away my pounding migraine.
It didn't work and his body moved on its own accord and Jumper watched in horror as he licked of the blood from my ax with my dragon tongue and I marveled at how it tasted. It was wonderful, the perfect flavor. I wanted more of it and I wanted to taste the flesh of what ever this was. I turned my head to the killed slayers in thought when I snapped out of it. I looked down and saw my ax and sword have disappeared. I was so hungry and the only thing that made me from not devouring my Ex teammates right then and there was that. I knew them and had killed them without a second thought. I had to at least give them a proper burial.
Hatchling. Your pain will only get worse. Your instincts are telling you to hunt and dragons natural prey is humans. It will ease your instincts. Though your doing better then anyone in history ever. The shortest time a Knight has gone with using his mind to thing is eight years. You did it in eight seconds. Jumper felt the voice of Draco in his head again.
He shrugged off what he said and bent down and using his new found strength and sharp claws dig a hole in which he set the four-three corpses. He forgot one was cut In half and counted it as four. All he said was "im sorry." Before he turned and left.
He didn't know where he was going. His eyes had gone back to silver as his body began using less dragon energy. On the road there was a group of bandit thugs waiting for somebody to come walking bye. Someone did come and it was jumper. The four men circled him laughing pulling out their swords and something snapped inside Jumper. What made him snap was the lifeless bodies of a woman and her daughter near the bandits horses. Let the feast begin. That as the last thing Jumper remembered before he snapped and killed and ate all those men. After his feast he had given the women a proper burial and after washing up in a stream headed out to someplace that was calling to him.
(40 years later)
The Dragon knight yelled out to a crowd of other Dragon Knights. "we are few, yet we are strong. We know what our mission is. They plan to stop out mission from its goal. I king of all the Dragon Knights. Jumper Draco Alexander say that this is where we decide who will win and who will lose. We take to the sky's and ground. For glory. Or for Death."
Behind Jumper a army of 59 other dragon Knights put their weapons in the air saying "Glory or Death. Glory or death. Glory or death."
My name is Jumper and I am now the king of the dragon Knights.
The new king stood up top the rock the roars battle cry's and everything else was loud. Everyone down there and he himself knew it was futile to do anything. His physical appearance has not changed except for his scars. He had a lot of them now. His power though has grown to unexpected levels and caused him to become the king after a year of becoming a Dragon Knight. He watched as a good number of Knights transformed into their dragon form burning everything in their path.
The battle was futile because there was only seventy of Knights and a hundred thousand slayers. There was only one way for the slayers to be defeated. With sword and ax in hand the Knight started gathering energy for a spell that would fix everything. Dont do this hatchling.
Ignoring the dragon that gave him a purpose in life he began the final preparations when the Slayers were almost upon him. All the knights have been killed except him. He was the last of his kind. The last of the Dragon Knights. Thrusting his sword in axnque camino a través del valle de la sombra de la muerte
Tu amor perfecto desecha el temor
y aunque estoy atrapado(a) en medio de las tormentas de esta vida
no daré vuelta atrás
Sé que estás cerca.
Y no temeré a ningún mal
porque mi Dios está conmigo
y si mi Dios está conmigo,
¿a quién entonces temeré?
¿a quién entonces temeré?" (its a quote from the bible translated in Spanish. The even though I walk through the . . .)
With those final words there was a flash of blinding white light as my body started to turn to stone. The blast carried itself for five miles and everything within that zone that is a slayer was turned to dust. My spell was not permanent and the only way to undo it was uttered in my last words. "till dragons and humans are equals. Till then we will only remain in memory.
Over the thousand years that past there was a great Flood that destroyed my petrified state. I would not die but when I finally do get released I would wind up just right where I left off. Then the world was rebuilt after it had all been destroyed. The memory and legacy of the dragon knights even faded from the myths of the time and soon it was viking times. Jumper knew his time to be released would not come.
Little did he know a viking toothpic-boy just destroyed a giant dragon with the help of his Dragon and through that act and through toothless heartfelt dive which saved the boy and made them equals. Then as if a fog had been lifted he started to wake up.
So did you like it. I enjoyed it so very much. Next chapter we will wind up in Berk. Please review it makes me so happy. Oh and I want a beta reader.
(No goblins were harmed in the making of this fan fic... ok mabye some. Ok fine you caught me. everysingle one was killed and bleached pink)