Welcome to the next chapter. Thanks to all that visited the first one, nice to know. The long time till update is due to high school homework. YEEEAAAHHHHHhhh…..

P.S. sorry for long update new to writing so on with the show *cough* story *cough*

Extra: did I say sorry? Well, sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all is DreamWorks. !NOTE! Italics are for dragon tongue. If it is not English it is Icelandic which will act as the ancient language so to say.

Hatching of a Villain and a Birth of a Tyrant

Chapter summary: Where did this green, red, whatever death (I'm using green since I want to and will describe it so) come from? What do the ruins of Daggerfall (not associated to Skyrim) have to do with this dragon? A bond of the past tested, a kingdom ruined, a letter written.

~~~~A letter left in the rubble of a fallen crown (1st) plus 300 years before Hiccup's birth~~~~

My name is Amos, but that does not matter, for I would be long dead. What matters is that you know our story, the story of Daggerfall.

Our kingdom held all life peacefully even in the darkest of times. We owned the earth with the dwarves, the trees with the elves, the seas with the humans, and the skies with the dragons. You know that we are the first to do so. No one was left to the dogs for we had no slaves no homeless no disease. It was glorious, the king and queen ruled with the softest touch always forgiving; those who waged war were dealt their share of mercy. The lights of the night, the radiating joy, the freedom- all of which is gone, replaced by ruins of what once was.

It was a day for celebration. The day the new born king is presented. Everyone and I mean everyone was gathered in the great hall, half submerged into the earth and half scrapping the heavens. Round tables where gathered together some seat 10 others 100. Huge windows flank the walls and glorious golden chandeliers with diamond gems infused with magic to create a wonderful array of colors but still shine white, like the rainbow hidden in prisms.

Down on the main stage, people scurry around placing things here moving things there enchanting this decorating that. Soon a group of soldiers brought out two huge chairs, adorned with gems and presciently crafted crests. On top lays the crest of the Dragon Master, a crest only given to the one bonded with the dragon King or Queen, and of course the King and Queen of the kingdom are the lucky two.

The great band mixed with an orchestra was playing Wanderer, a wonderful piece that comes from the North; I believe they call it Celtic. I was placed in the semi-circle table in front of the King's chair, for I will be raising the new king like a father when he cannot- the pains and sacrifices of royalty. Don't be mistaken I am no nanny or nurse, I will teach him to fight to rule and be a man. I was truly honored when he came to tell me of my role in the next generation, but it ended as a curse.

I was pulled away by an elbow jabbing into my ribs, my best friend, Sadiki who was an always a brother to me. He came from the South where the people where permanently blackened by the sun, some say a blessing other a curse, I follow those who claim it was evolution to help them survive, who knows? "It's starting," he whispered over in a coarse voice.

A quick roll of the drums and the band was off. "Announcing King Edward and Queen Almeria," a voice from nowhere called out to the people. The band now slowly toned down till it stopped completely with the voices of the kingdom. The silenced that followed was so tense I could almost grasp it and rip it from the walls.

Slowly the curtains pull away as a strong man dressed in red ornate robes lined in gold lace strode. His beard slightly trimmed and masterly braided into two long strands, and a crown to cover a growing bald spot, of course due to stress not anything like age, finally topped off with a golden chain with a dragon amulet adjourned with a deep red gem, the color of blood.

Following King Edward, the queen -who still kept all the beauty of the kingdom- sauntered out. Contrasting with the red robes of the King, tight blue cloth covered the queen to show off defining curves, trimmed in new metal named platinum. Resting on her long slightly curvy blond hair sat a silver circlet with sharp edges to match the snow, which of course matched the sharp points of her face. And of course a matching amulet with a sky blue stone. Standing side by side, one can obviously tell who won who's hand.

"Welcome my people of Daggerfall, we rest here in the great hall to celebrate the coming of the next generation," the King shouted evenly across the room so all hear it equally, most likely an enchantment. As he raised his hands, a short man came out holding a bundle; handing it to the King he walked back into the curtains. The King unfolded the bundle to reveal a small child innocent of sin, of crime, of evil. "Ethan!"

The crowd roared like the waves of a storm. A slow chant started to build, "Ethan… Ethan.. Ethan. Ethan, Ethan ETHAN!" And just at the peak it all came down to silence, but it was not because the chant is over but for the shadow of a man walking down the aisle. Each step the shadow made seem to thrum outwards but not a vibration felt. His face and rest of his body was unrecognizable for it was all black; he, like the King, carried an object obscured by his arms.

Everyone watched him, more of an it though, walk slowly to the King. No guard tried to intercept it for it seemed to radiate power. Stepping up next to the King right in front, everyone could see the shadow mirrored the King; I knew I should have ran up there seeing the evil that laid before the King but I was too much of a coward. Kneeling down, the thing laid the object before the King.

As soon as the shadow let go of the egg it evaporated, leaving the object for all to observe. The King gave Ethan to his mother to empty his hands so he could pick up the egg. Holding it high, the object was egg-shaped, sickly pale spotted with slightly green tinted spots. Looking like a chicken egg gone bad the egg was revealed to the Kingdom

"The gods has sent us a Guardian for the generation, may this egg and our child bring this Kingdom glory." Whatever sinister evil of disbelief, carelessness, or devil's creation, that what was just spoken is a lie. The devil sent us a destroyer of peace, may it and the child drive this Kingdom to the ground.

Flashing forward, the egg didn't hatch till Ethan's 7th birthday. Ethan grew up strong and courteous full of honor and potential. Yet he will soon be tested from the demons of a lost race of dragons.

Every birthday Ethan would go up to touch the egg. Mostly he would carelessly walk up put his hand on the egg turn right around and walk back but this time it was different.

"This is it, something big is going to happen!" exclaimed the excited Ethan.

"And how do you know that?" I ask in return laughing at his childish state.

"I heard it"

"From who?"

"Oh… I guess," Ethan begin almost seeming lost, "from… him!" he finished strongly pointing to the jeweled egg- no reason for it to be jeweled except to hide the lurking plague underneath. His strong confidence of whom told him and what it said gave a chill down my spine. An egg speak that is unheard of, while those with dragon amulets can speak to a dragon it was never an egg. I was slightly tempted to tell someone yet I just took it as some odd imagination of a child only releasing a small grunt before crossing my arms leaning back on the wall.

"Come forth Ethan, child," the egg guardian called out. Ethan obeying the words followed the annual ritual. Step by step he climbed the marble stairs up to the well-lit pedestal which the egg sat. Ethan only a foot away raised his hand; a slight glow could almost be distinguished between him and the egg but could only be my imagination running wild. Inches no less than that maybe even touching, Ethan held his hand out closed his eyes and fully put his hand on the egg. A slight ringing began in the room circled around rose and dipped then vanished as Ethan's hand and the egg began to glow as if on fire.

Scared Ethan retreated almost falling down the stairs. The sickly appearance of the egg only worsened as it seemed to boil as if all that is good and holly is being released revealing the black core. Slowly the white seemed to be lifted off the egg, with what was left was dark black but seemed to shift as if transparent. The egg or the thin layer that is left began to move and stretch. Small tears formed in the black tarp as tiny white claws appeared. It continued to force it way out till nothing of the black shell remained either boiled off like the original shell or it just merely vanished.

Now, on top of the pedestal sat a pale dragon with spots of a pale yellowish white going down the sides of the looks no one has ever seen. And shockingly it had three eyes with a large snout. The tail ended in a boulder tip and wings where already grown but didn't look ready for flight. It held a strong gaze with the boy.

Ethan looking up at the dragon slowly got up raised his hand towards the dragon. On instinct almost the dragon lowered its head and rested it into the boy's palm. A should have seen the corruption in the dragon's unblinking 6 eyed gaze, could have ran up there and slayed the demon, would have sent it straight to hel, but I held my ground hoping for the best.

Slowly the boy and the dragon both pulled away and Ethan clambered down the steps and stood beside me not saying a word while the people assigned to look after the egg took the dragon on the pedestal away.

Later that night a huge feast was thrown for his birthday and the hatching of the dragon; however, according to the experts the dragon will not be shown yet. While it was settling down I was able to get into a more private conversation with the lucky Ethan.

"What do you think?" I started remarking to the party.

"Pretty neat," Ethan replied sounding a little down so a pushed on.

"Something got you sad?"

"No, not really, I wished my dragon was here."

"Oh… you'll be with him all tomorrow," I insured him, and looking back I would have never given him the opportunity to be that close to the devil, "Anyway, you can't keep calling him your dragon."

"What you mean?"

"His name, boy. What is the dragon's name?"

"Oh yeah! Forgot to tell you I named him Aidan."

"Aidan, is that so?"

"Yep, Aidan said it was his when I met him."

This got my attention again the boy claims the dragon spoke to him when in the egg and after when it hatched to tell Ethan its name. Yet again, I just shrugged off giving a small smirk thinking nothing more than harmless imagination.

Flash forward once again, and Ethan is now 13 and his training is coming along nicely; however, his condition with the dragon is getting worse. We couldn't tell it was getting worse of course it just look better and better.

Aidan was growing faster than heard by the end of Aidan's first year was already past the size of a gronkle and two years a nadder and by now bigger than a monstrous nightmare. Its flight is strong and powerful but not so agile but it makes up in perception and ability to defend. Aidan was dubbed a king dragon almost surpassing the power of a night fury and not even 10 years of age yet.

This brings up that all the dragon's seemed to have instant respect as if he was king. The only dragon's that denied Aidan was the Nightfuries. When first met the king's nightfury almost killed Aidan but it was restrained, and now the nightfuries give cold glares and short puffs. They treated Aidan lower the lowest terrible terror almost as if Aidan was a prisoner of war possibly worse. If Aidan was in the room with the nightfury one will leave rather quickly. When the king asked his dragon all he got reply was "spilt" which translated to corrupt, so all we know is the nightfuries see Aidan as corrupt and bad.

But none of this hate compared to the love the dragons gave him. Some of the dragons dubbed him "húsbóndi" which of course is master a bit odd to the contrast of corrupt given by the nightfuries who were normally "leiðtogi" a.k.a. leader. No matter the oddness of the situation not many questioned it while mostly everyone though Ethan and Aidan were going to be great leaders.

Ethan was getting better and better beating even top knights at thirteen. Ethan seemed to have an uncanny power that was beyond anything, picking up two hands simply with one hand and performing powerful and agile strikes with no effort. On the other hand, his performance lacked when the Aidan was not there. Which brings up the situation of Aidan and Ethan secret conservation; truly one cannot communicate with a dragon mind to mind without having a dragon amulet. Only in legends and myths did anyone ever communicate with their mind to another soul without some source of contact either a ring amulet or touch, so Ethan proclamations that he and Aidan are talking to each other is quite shocking. To keep this on the down low I made him promise not to tell anyone and so far he seems to comply.

Now only yesterday was everything so fine. See, it was Ethan's and Aidan's birthday and to be exact their sixteenth birthday which meant they finally get their dragon amulets. The ceremony was lied out in the Great Hall the orchestra was playing Wanderer as the two walked up the aisle as the music raised. In front of the three wise, an elf, human, and dwarf, they bowed their heads to receive the amulet.

The dragon amulet is more than a symbol of companionship but honor. Not a tool to communicate but rid the world of evil. The amulet was meant to stop all that is bad by a simple touch; each one forged by dwarven metal, human's hand, elven magic, and dragon's fire it is the ultimate item to have bestowed upon you.

"fara og gera hátignar, án græðgi losta og spilling," the three wise said in unison as I whispered, "go and do greatness, free of greed lust and corruption." As they put the amulet around Ethan everything went smoothly but no so much for Aidan. The second it touched his scales the dragon cried out in pain, roaring. Ethan was shocked.

He ran over to Aidan pushing over the elf looking at Aidan slowly talking to him. Quickly he ripped of his amulet breaking what was believed an unbreakable chain is now snapped like a twig.

The whole crowd was shocked but Ethan didn't care he got on Aidan and they flew off.

Later that night they came back but no one greeted them not even his father. I couldn't find any words as he passed me by for any light once left in those eyes were gone and forgotten now all is left is cold and dead. For it seemed the worse was over, we, the kingdom, went to bed no celebration no late night drinkers not even a night watch.

We were wrong yesterday wasn't the worst day, today is. In the morning I went down to the stage to inspect the amulets for no one would. It was completely torn, Ethan's amulet's chain was completely twisted yet that was not the most shocking. Aidan's amulet's crystal was no longer a diamond white but was a shade of a dead flower and seemed withered. Upon touching the diamond stone it collapsed like dust in my hand. The only time I heard of this was in the ancient treaty of dragons claiming when one unworthy of the amulet due to the highest corruption of the soul the amulet will be withered worthless along with the diamond. On the other hand, Ethan's crystal was changed but the white was now had cracks of darkness, and I knew this was not corruption in Ethan's soul but grief.

Far off a loud cry was heard, for all the years I been with Ethan I could tell, Aidan ran away with apart of him.

Thus begins the brutal fall of Daggerfall, fitting I guess. Ethan was unstoppable fueled with grief, honed by perfection, he used swordsmanship never seen and magic that was never felt. I sit here recording the last tale of Daggerfall add this to the other volumes for this is the fall of the greatness.

Footsteps are outside; it seems he saved me… for last.

*a blotch of blood is splattered over the corner of the paper*

~~~~END~~~~

How was that pretty good don't ye think? So, now you know my version of a backstory to the Green, White, Red Death and this Ethan character will be coming back but much later. Tip: Green is greed, red is lust and white is corruption. Did you know? Amos means carried so I used it to mean he carries the story.

History of Language: Mind as well tell people now this is before during and after Daggerfall.

Dwarves- Before due to low light and loud mining, they used little dots hammered into stone to converse therefore master record keepers. During they led the book making process in Daggerfall and were able to adopt speech but hand signals were impossible due to nubby fingers. After they vanished to unknown location mostly underground going back to old ways with mainly a very bad speech and ruins they use to write similar to the Vikings use now.

Elves- Before they had to keep silent to not disturb nature and couldn't write since waste of nature so they used hand gestures. During, they accelerated in all the ways to communicate creating fancy writing and speech. After, they went back to sign language only speaking with fluency at rare times when nature allows (tree huggers) and writing had too much resources.

Humans- Before they used speech due to paper gets wet and sign language hard to see in a storm where it is dark so they just shout over the waves, they were the ship riders. During, good at sign language and writing so well rounded. After, focused of speech and writing so no sign language.

Dragons- This one is odd. Before they used speech since they can roar loud but much was just fighting words. During, there vocabulary and grammar grew enormously but mediocre in sign language and few learned to write. After, sign language and writing vanished completely and their speech went primal again being incoherent and aggressive few know many words.

Hope that fills your wants in this story for a week or two and hopefully it will be up by then. Any questions just ask and I will answer (PM or review).

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