Hey Readers, I'm not dead! Don't worry I promise to update `Of Birdkids and Dragons` I'm already working on the next chapter now that I have full computer usage back. ^^ But until I update I present the first chapter of Whispering Oblivion!

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Whispering Oblivion: Night fury

Ember walker: Monstrous Nightmare

Moving Boulder (Rough Skin): Gronkle

Duel Breath: Zippleback

Reflecting Crystal: Deadly Nadder

It began on a normal day at the nest, if you could call being controlled by a control-freak-eat-you-if-you-don't-obey-type of powerful dragoness. Or as she likes to be referred to as "Her Majesty" or "The Queen" either way I held no respect for her or her titles. Me being a Whispering Oblivion, or Night Fury, in the case of the Vikings, stood on the line of pure hate, probably like much of the other `freeish` dragons, in case to the queen. You see there was a few of us that could actually think for ourselves, all the others were drunk on the song of the queen. I was resting on a high ledge, watching as other dragons lounged or slept. We were ones that hadn't been sent out to gather food, yet. For now it was enough, and my head rested on my front paws while my almost toxic eyes closed. I don't know how long I was able to sleep before I was awakened by a prodding claw. `Bad Idea` I thought, my eyes snapped open, narrowed, and trained on the Ember Walker, a.k.a Monstrous Nightmare, by my side.

"This had better be very important." I hissed, my teeth bared in irritation by being awakened.

"It is, the council wants to see you. Now." The Ember walker, who I deafly thought name was Rakca something like that, I stood motioning for Rakca to lead. He took off, and after a minute of stretching I followed. Although Rakca lead the way, and was far ahead of me, I knew the way well, all of us did. Increasing my flight speed slightly I shot past Rakca who looked at me in annoyance as I "accidently" disrupted his flight pattern. After a few minutes a leisure flight I came to the cavern of the council Rakca not far behind. The council were dragons who deserved respect, and I gave them mine. They were noble dragons, each position in the council was held by a member of each species of dragon residing in the nest, the excepting of a Whispering Oblivion seeing I was the only one and had refused the position when they offered it to me.

Dipping my head in respect, "You called for my presence council?" I stated it as a question, "We have," one head of a Duel Breath Reesa , the other head was Raase, replied "We want to discuss tonight's raid on the village." Raase piped up having a bit of a hiss in her voice. "What about it do you wish to discuss, and what do you want me to do?" I inquired.

"We have been observing the Vikings, and have spotted a weakness to the chief, he has a cub." the Moving Boulder said, urm I was not familiar with this one I hadn't paid very much attention when he was chosen to fill the spot. I gave the council a look obviously wanting them to already get to the point, yet I was curious about this `What did they want me to do?` "We'll get to the point. We want you to find this cub and Kill him." The Reflecting Crystal, Shimmer, said quite bluntly.

"And why is it that you want me to do your dirty work?" I snarled my eyes dangerous slits revealing my irritation. "The Vikings won't expect an Oblivion to be on the ground." Reesa said, "They will just think you are absent from the raid. Giving you stealth and ignorance." Raase picked up were Reese left off. "Fine. But one last thing, why do you want the cub dead?" I hissed, clearing stating that although I agreed to do the deed I wasn't at all happy about it. "the death of the cub will be a great blow to the chief. The Vikings will weaken." Shimmer growled.

"We trust you to complete this task, don't fail us." The Ember Walker said, Reaper. In turn I glared at Reaper, her threat was apparent but meant nothing to me. If it came to a fight both Reaper and I knew who'd come out the victor. Turning I promptly left, winging my way back to my ledge planning on get as much sun soaked in as I could before sunset. Landing on my ledge I lay, spread my wings, laying them on the rock below me to optimize my sun intake. "What did the council want?" I heard turning to face my friend. She's a Reflecting Crystal by the name Ingo, her scales were the deepest blue you could imagine, no real word to descried to color, the closest you could get would be calling it Navy. But that was only her main color, yellows and oranges mixed in there to with the occasional red. "Greetings Ingo, the council wants me to do their dirty work." I growled baring fangs at the last part. "Surely you over-exaggerate things Oblivion?" she asked. Yes, my name is Oblivion, Ironic isn't it?, that my mother would name me after my race, "They want me to kill the chief's cub." I stated again letting my fangs glint with the words.

((A/N: Little bit of a different POV))

Ingo looked appalled, sure see killed Vikings, but to go after something so young was plain wrong. You see Ingo had seen the chief's cub, she knew how young he was, and assumed Oblivion knew as well.((End POV))

I looked at Ingo perplexed, why did she look so appalled? I was about to ask her when I heard my name called. "Oblivion, it's time to go, you go Ingo." Rakca said. I spotted dragons already taking off, and noticed the setting sun. Standing up, and taking flight I merged myself into the crowd of dragons heading for Berk. Little did I know, that this night would veer so of course from anything I could have possible imagined.

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-ToxicE