Hello everyone :)

Since I am on summer vacation until August, I have had the chance to write to my heart's content. My update to Riders and Defenders of Berk will be this weekend, Milestones will also have another update at that time and HTTYD: Frozen Fire…well, it might take about a week or so.

I know that this is incredibly late posted but this is a companion story to "The Fiersome Chronicles". And to those, who might be confused as to who is narrating this story and why her name is different for the first few chapters, I suggest you check out Chapter 15 of my Riders and Defenders of Berk story.

Anyways, enjoy ;)

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN HTTYD


ALSO IMPORTANT NOTE: Bold = dragons talking; Normal = humans talking; Italic = both dragons and humans thinking

Chapter 1: The Raid

The Queen was hungry again.

As usual, Destin and I joined the others for another weekly raid at the nearby island where a Viking village had been standing for seven generations. The other dragons, Deadly Nadders, Gronckles, Hideous Zipplebacks and Monstrous Nightmares, were in charge of stealing sheep, yak, fish and chickens, really, whatever meat they could find except for human flesh for it was too great a sin for us dragons to take humans into the Nest.

But Destin and I served a far better purpose. We were tasked to attack the Vikings' long range weapons. The catapults were always our main targets for they were most abundant and the cause of most injuries to our fellow dragons.

We have always done our duties well and this pleases our Queen. Not that I care for Her approval. I mostly focus on just doing what I am told, along with Destin, so that I wouldn't be turned into the Queen's next meal. Destin and I were only mates for five moons when we had accidentally come across the caldera volcano and had become servants to the tyrannical Queen.

Over these past moons, my 15th as of now as well as Destin's, I have easily gained a reputation for being one of the most fearsome dragons in the Nest alongside my dear mate. Apart from our ability to serve the Queen well, Destin and I…are Night Furies, the unholy offspring of lightning and death themselves. Our speed is second to none, our aim is as straight as the arrows the Vikings try to pierce our hides with and our dive bombing strategy of attack, where our marks get to hear the near-deafening shriek of our blasts about to be fired before they realize that it's too late, have made us the most respected in the whole Nest.

Back to the raid, I flew on Destin's right and gazed at his handsome face. Nary a dragon will have the appeal of my beloved. His bright green eyes are so green I feel like I can swim in them. And his face, mostly stern and governing, is softened by the thrill of taking to the skies once again.

"Where do you think the humans will have their catapults set up?" I ask him. Destin's eyes narrows into slits as we approached the Viking village. "No doubt that they will have them set up on elevated points in the village. Erika, you take the Southern portion of the island. I'll take the North," Destin tells me, the sound of Vikings shouting reaching our ears as we, the mass of dragons, swoop down to raid.

"Be careful, my love," I whisper to Destin who gives me a quick nuzzle as we fly. "I will, my starlight. We'll rendezvous on the northernmost part of the island where the cliffs are," he tells me with great love before we fly off our separate ways.

Tonight, as usual, is mayhem. Many of us dragons have already been ensnared by the Vikings' nets or knocked out of the sky by their heavy iron bolas. I see a Viking couple, both with black hair, taking on Azul the Nadder and Hardheart the Gronckle. How I wish to assist them but I must turn my full attention to destroying the catapults.

Flying over to the South part of the village, I spot a few Vikings milling about a catapult they had set up. 'Sorry, but you won't be able to use that on me!' I think as I fire a blast of plasma! "Night Fury! Get down!" the cry for when Destin and I are sighted sounds and the Vikings all run for cover as I unleash my wrath on the catapult, leaving nothing but splinters of wood and bits of worthless stone. In just mere minutes, I have destroyed all of the catapults in my designated area and have assisted my fellow dragons in taking the spoils.

But suddenly, my highly tuned ears detect the sound of some weapon of sort being launched…and I hear a very familiar screech.

"GODS DAMMIT!"

Destin!

With a screech of my own, I fly as fast as my wings can flap in the direction of my beloved's cry…hoping that nothing has happened to him…


The next update will come sooner than you think :)

-GuardianDragon98