(A/N: This chapter will go through the new life of Drayko Ryder and explain the retrospective of what's been happening since the final epilogue of the previous story, this will have many details including the wedding of Drayko and Maria along with the new appearances of the Knights; oh and you will finally see their new children that they were blessed with. This is merely just a retrospective about what has been going on since the last time you saw both Drayko and Toothless. But I also want you to see the what New Draconia looks like, it's going to be one hell of a new place to see and explore right here. Enjoy!)

Deep within the thick walls of the fog lied no place that was as beautiful and untamed as the Mists of Crescent Isles, it was an series of tall and fearsome surrounding islands that lied far outside from the borders of the Archipelago; but remained ever so close to their neighboring allies who have stood with them for many years and have aided each other when the time called for their alliance. Standing high above the sea level but never too high to reach, they were massive and deep; shrouded in the very dense and thick timberlands, where it remained untamed by the hands of the Vikings and clouded by swarms of many Dragons who called this sanctuary their home. Among these beasts were no other than an pack and pride of both Night Furies and Volcanrippers who lived together, for they were allies and brothers to each other; hunting together in the burning rays of the sun and darkest nights, they remained strong both alone and with each other together. No one and not even Grimmel would ever take them down, not even with effort and true power to send them all into the edge of genocidal extinction; but this was not just the site of where the Dragons roamed freely once more and without an abusive master. No, this was the site of the one and true Tribe that has come to be known as one with no exile from another Tribe left without a home

This... is New Draconia, the rock of the earth that stands with the sun and is more than what meets the eye of the exiled beasts from the nest they once called a home. Drayko and Toothless were her leaders, but so were the Knights of the Dragon Riders as they were reunited with each other; they may have gone off on their own separate ways, but they will never be left alone and never surrender that which they love the most. Liberation for Dragonkind from the hands of the Dragon Hunters was everywhere within this dream of his that became a reality, years of going down the road of patricidal revenge against Berk had done nothing to soothe his pain of what had been sacrificed to rebuild the home that was lost from the likes of the late Stoick the Vast. Now, the battle has been won and from the ashes of such ruins; an much more greater Kingdom than the last has been forged thanks to the burning flames and fire of the Dragons they live alongside with as brothers and most importantly; as both each other without the need to change to become what they expect from one another. The village that rested upon the garlic grass planted for their happiness and pleasure was heavily defensive like an fortress against those who would seek out ruin to this paradise that Drayko had finally achieved for so long. Her houses was built from the supplies thanks to the Owl Gut Tribe who provided them what they needed, having several of the following wood types: Dark Maple, Ebony, African Blackwood, Great Dark Oak and of course Dark Black Chestnut. They were all twin layered with dark pagus brown and charcoal black bricks that were melded strongly together with the motar of the most massive and largest of mudpits found, within the heavy rain that comes to soak this rock that was called home

Drayko and Toothless' Journey to the Ends of the Earth had allowed them both to expand their architecture beyond their very beliefs, incorporated various elements of the many mythologies they had visited in their time. With tall and straight Ionic to Corinthian fluted pillars having seahorses from Greece that featured Toothless coiled upwards around them like a serpent, various statues depicting the mighty judgement of jackal god Anubis from Egypt, flashy but colorful artwork seen from El Dorado of Aztec/Mayan, legendary heroes such as Arthur and Merlin engraved alongside the colorful artwork from Arthurian legend, the warrior god Kumar shown in some paintings of Hindu, decorative Shinto gates of the Japanese, warm beach clothing from Polynesian, an new Colosseum to host their very own games from Roman, some landscapes depicting Kersnik of Slavic, many accessories of Voodoo, an Ifrit's lamp from Arabic and abstract masks from Yoruba mythology as they went to many places but stopped at nothing to help out in bringing miracles thanks to their arrival and giving the people hope to their issues that they might face in the future. But of course there was also Norse from their homeland that also got it's own share to remember what it was like living there all those years ago, before losing their land to the enemies and being forced to live in the Archipelago for the rest of time itself. Many additions featured several different flowing vertical flags hoisted from beams and banners hoisted by crossbars as they all depicted their official crest which was an Omega Primal Night Fury flying over the crescent moon, but was now directly facing towards the one who looked it in the dilated orbs for eyes. Mountainous cliffs with vast cavern hangars featuring feeding stations, raid prevention, grooming stations, watertowers, windmills with dual sided Tailfins, waste disposal deposits and of course various habitats and breeding nurseries like their own rookery just like before in times for whenever Xevairisebjalla comes; because now they can lay their eggs to migrate and still be together for the holidays

Using his new powers as the King of Dragons alongside his brother, Toothless united the seven powerful Titans that they had fought and allied themselves with in order to take down the nefarious Dragonroot Company when they announced their evil intentions to crush Draconia in order to rebuild the business of their profit merchants. Green Death, the Foreverwings, the Screaming Deaths, the offspring of the White King, the Black King himself, the Purple Death and at last the mighty Shellfire as they all came forth to aid in the construction of their new home; the Foreverwings especially as the Mists of Crescent Isles has nine islands altogether and every two months that passed, they form two new islands that immediately cool off and abundantly grow with flourishing landscape everywhere thanks to the use of their lava that they spew out from their mouths. But on this day it was one to be remembered as it was the wedding of Drayko and Maria, happening right here and right now as the sun sets below the horizon from the sky

From the rocky black sand beaches where the tamed seas being shrouded with shadows of the mostly and murky colored cloudy sky, where the heavy rays of the bronze sun bathed them all; the Knights and the Dragons were all present as much has passed since they last met, both Drayko and Maria of course were wearing black for the former and white for latter versions of their new uniforms with gold colors. This is what the Knights now looked like as they were all grown up and reunited with each other after so many years:

Drayko's new and now main Blacksmith suit he wore underneath his armor consisted of an very dark espresso and black walnut brown to midnight and spider black that was reinforced with Draconian Leather. He had an vest like armor with long sleeved arms wrapped in thick very dark chocolate bandages that were as hard as a shell. He sported dual layered beaked retractable shoulder guards which sported the New Draconia crest that was fully colored, the neck collar going all around the neck and splitting into an V-shape downwards until it stopped at the bottom of his upperchest; revealing some of his upperbody. His lower body featured two belts around his stomach with an very dark black walnut brown raised seamless diamond pattern that was tinted in a very deep velvet dark crimson and deep maroon red battleskirt kilt around his waist, opened in the front with long and smooth fur strips that were studded with pyramid shaped spikes atop of leather strips on top of the furry strips; being sharper and made from Volcanripper as they featured Mikekolt's backwards pointed shoulder guard blades, which were retractable as an added feature for anyone who might attack him on the shoulders. His goggles had an thick and flexible belt strap which had dark metallic, sunglow, vegas and old gold colored lenses that he wore on his forehead whenever he forges something along with some shinguards for his legs and bracers for his arms; although they usually rest on his chest whenever his armor is worn, which cannot be seen as they are hidden from sight. His black and Draconian Leather pants were made from both crocodile and stingray flesh were both flexible to give him protection and agility, having some armored sidings on the thighs that had two thick belt straps wrapped around underneath as they could not be removed. He also worn an golden hazelwood tan tinted Arctic Wolf headdress on the back of his head, acting like an hood as there were two thick flexible and strong leather straps crossed together in a narrow X-letter position that went around him; being that it was used for thermal purposes as this did not make him catch on fire thanks to the scales layered below to fully protect him. Finally, Mikekolt Castlekroftservkhall sported an identical outfit like him with his battleskirt being an very deep velvet dark olive green color and his retractable shoulder guards depicting his fully colored crest of Rainserviper

Maria the Huntress was just as beautiful as ever, but still retained her own sense of nature that she never lost once when they last met; she may some bits of filth and blood on her face, but he was more than lucky to have a woman like her. She wore an armored breastplate with Stormfly appearing on the middle underneath her belted corset, featuring three thin Deadly Nadder spikes going upwards from the cup sockets; with thick straps that didn't strain her skin at all as the hips curved over with some chainmail below to stop anyone from cutting her from that point, with the midriff having an horizontally lined underbelly on the front and an leather seamless diamond pattern all around. Her hood was cloaked over her back and her collar matched her husband's to avoid being decapitated by an weapon, which did cover half of her cheeks. Her leather strip and scale layered skirt opened up in the front with her still retaining the one piece swimsuit type of bodysuit that was now made from scales, even featuring an lower thigh length diamond pattern loincloth like the Leviathan Scale Armor he once wore; which of course were studded with pyramid shaped spikes. Her leggings were made from crocodile and stingray skin with added scales from Stormfly and Volcanripper Metal from underneath, made comfortable to wear as she had her greaves depicting the Sharp Class also facing each other on both sides; also sporting the upwards pointed spines that wouldn't hurt her youngest son and daughter but would hurt her enemies. Her boots were made to be designed after Drayko's but in her own style as they had more colorful and vain flair to them, and they did not have heels as she was just not that kind of woman if she needed to run. Finally, she had her Arcticwind Axe and an newly forged bow resting diagonally on her shoulder while the former was resting in it's standby formation

Raedwit the Illusionist now wore an black and Volcanripper Metal chestplate that was designed after Dagur's but this time featured both of the twin heads of the Zippleback facing away from each other, left head spewed out smoke and the right head spew out an continuous stream of sparks; both of their bodies full shown with their wings spanned out to the sides of each muscle on the upperbody. His thick Jason Momoa dreadlocks were now on full display and covered both of ears, being smoothly combed and a darkest golden brown color; with his hood now resting on his spine as he had nothing more to hide from anyone anymore, but never stopped carrying on his French accent as he wanted others to understand what he is saying. He continued to wear his tightly tucked in black ninja jacket that now sported colorful and elaborate Zippleback markings, with his arms fully sleeved with arm wrappings and his jacket going diagonally downwards to reveal his chesplate; his warm colored pantalons being armored with scale layered greaves and his boots also elaborating further on the old west looking design, by having his black steel toe boots sport backward curved blades on the sides for extra power in killing someone from behind as this also would not hurt Barf and Belch by any means. Once again he featured leg wraps on the lower knees that went higher and still featured the abstract markings that looked like it came from Aztec Mythology, specifically El Dorado itself; as the lost city of gold had colorful objects everywhere, made even more so when Drayko and Toothless flew there during their Journey to the Ends of the Earth to rebuild the former's soul and seek closure on his 10 Year road to patricidal revenge against the man he once called a father. His battleskirt which now featured thick layered strips of Volcanripper Metal was no longer black and patternless, it was now like the rest of his clothing and it was slightly longer down to the knees that previously. He had belt that featured the Fear Class symbol as the buckle and wore Volcanripper Metal vambraces with black gauntlets, all of which featured silver markings. Finally, the Thunderbolt spear was resting horizontally on the back of his belt and he was loaded with Zippleback Grenades which were redesigned to look less bulky and more smooth to throw

Raijah, the Scorching Vigilante who was now considered to be a prince finally wore some upperbody clothing that he was in desperate need of. He wore an lower thigh length coat along with an heavy double layered vest that had an gold overlook stitch trim, still revealing his upperbody but not so much as last time since he was grown up now; oh and it featured an sandy diamond plaid pattern. His cape was stronger but lighter than before and now featured upward pointed duck bill shoulder guards, with an horizontally wide indian red obi around his waist. He now wore thick and maroon curled tip boots with gladiator sandal straps underneath his maroon red and salamander orange mixed harem pants, that did not appear as baggy as some of the civilians in Destual Harzt had. His hair now featured thin bangs to the sides and he still kept his Phoenix Talons on him, as much and all of his clothing had been layered with Hookfang's scales to allow him to set himself on fire without having to tear even a single rip in his clothing; now featuring an growing beard that he shaved off with the use of an scimitar he carried just in case. Finally, he had his Shield back as Axethor had given it back to him a very long time ago and had an buckle of the Stoker Class featured in front of his obi

Fishlegs Ingerman now featured an braided mustache that matched the color of his blonde hair that grew out, with him wearing his former warm furry clothing underneath his armor made from the scales of Meatlug; which also had an casket in front for him to carry an hatchling that he's taken to raising named Fishmeat, he just hopes that none of the other Dragons nearby mistake him for being an actual meal. He now had a tattoo on his upper right arm depicting him and his Gronckle that he continued to tell stories of portraying her as a princess, his belt now carried thick square shaped pouches which contained whatever he needed to know about the beasts he encounters; as the Dragon Eye II may not be available at the moment and contained cards for every class, including the Unknown Class as that was on the Dragon Eye II as mentioned previously. His crocodile and stingray skin pants were belted and his boots were tightened up, fitting perfectly without slipping and his armor on the outside was engraved with various depictions of Boulder Dragons with Meatlug being engraved in the center in front of an medallion. Finally, his Shatterquake hammer was resting among his various other secondary tools; including his knife as his bracers were engraved with an four way spiral and knotwork serpents that resembled Jörmungandr himself

Dragur the Executioner now had his face reconstructed into what might've been had he not been splashed by acid and caused it to melt off his skull, his skin paint was now an currant and scarlet red with faint hibiscus pink shades; sporting more gold and purple wisp markings on his upper chest being that it was apart of his Tribe after all. Having scars and bloodied skin while wearing furry and leather cuisse armor for his pants, with sandals wrapped and lashed around his knees; having an split open tunic that was ripped on the edges as both his knees had two studded bands together, while his wrists also had the same bands together that were spiked. His dual studded belts were narrowly x-crossed on his waist and carried both an tomahawk, along with an spiked chain bolas for him to throw as he always carried an extra weapon him on him; his Acid Sprayer was smaller and lighter to wield but provided an wider spread than before, his scythe was also resting on his back and given a much more deadlier design thanks to Bladehead reforging the weapon from the ground up. The top of this scythe had the head of Rose spew out an long and slightly curved scythe blade from her mouth, having her tendrils barbed with blades that dangled about; the shaft having tightened leather that was ribbed on where it should be held to be wielded properly, and it's bottom had a few talons for it to stand properly. Finally, he had his long Leon Garcia black hair touch his shoulders and had very little wrinkles on his face; but this did not mean he was racially insensitive, as he would cover his face with an mask if he was being just that

There is not much to say about Valka Haddock herself but there are some noticable grey streaks beginning to show due to how long it has been since they last reunited with each other, the first time was thanks to a raid and the second time was because her son needed to rebuild himself after he completed what he had sought for so long and left to explore the many mythologies outside of the Archipelago. She wore an red seamless diamond pattern tunic with an chesplate that featured mutliple layers of red and dark brown furry cloth around her waist, having both legs covered in the front but still visible nevertheless. She had an furry edged hood that rested on her smooth duckbill shoulder guards, which were diagonally pointed downwards and now had the face of Cloudjumper on both of them; with her arms and boots having triple bands of dog collar spikes that were parallel in between each other. Her belt which had an inward line all around featured an square shaped golden buckle, having the Stormcutter crest that was in a bronze color to stand out. Her twin-hook staff was completely redesigned as the shaft was straighted out and the two hooks were sharpened to the point of bludgeoning against her enemies, the pyramid studded spikes were longer and the fangs on the front were deadlier than before; having it's rattling function easily distinguishable to attack, defend, come forth, light the dark room and fire away. Finally, her dark olive pants were now elastic and her boots were softly belted on; as she knew that her age was showing itself and making itself known; so what better way than to wear something comfortable and continue living out the rest of her days doing what she loves the most? Stoick would've asked her to retire if Drayko showed Berk that their thoughts about them were wrong, but that would also lead to both him and Toothless having to go their separate ways thanks to Grimmel and that is something that she does not want; as they were destined to be together even in the afterlife

Eret, Son of Eret's hair was thicker but still slicked backwards as he sported more sharply pointed bangs and now sporting duckbill shaped shoulder guards that were studded with the fangs of Skullcrusher; having his furry vest now replaced with scales that were an bronze, green, orange and red color to represent his Rumblehorn of the same name. His pants were less baggy and his boots were belted on rather that lashed together with rope, having his bracers depict his tales through the use of knotwork; with the edges being swirled like tidal waves away from each other. His belt remained the same although the cloth in front was made of both leather and scales, now having the primary green to brown and orange to red color scheme on both sides; carrying his Returnwing as a projectile and having his pair of swords narrowly x-crossed like before, but with an pair of long feathers that dangled on the ends of the pommels. His dual Volcanripper Metal forged swords were straight and long, sporting no fuller with dark brown handles and spherical pommels that were ringed from bottom to top; having the Tracker Class symbol depicted on a medallion in the middle. Finally, he much more leaner and taller than before; thanks to age but did not ever lose his respect for being Drayko's right hand man when the time calls for it

Bladehead the Blacksmith has not changed in the slightest for the fact that he had shaved his beard that he grew out, but still refusing to shave his mustache as there were sharp and barbed quills for an shaved beard; his mullet was slicked downwards while the front of his spiked flattop was curled back inwards, showing off his full sideburns that went down to the sides of his face. Like Raedwit his chesplate was based off the Chief of the Berserker Tribe, although this time the design was looking more deadlier due to having curved spines on his vambraces; gauntlets and greaves as he wore tassets that went around his waist but stopped in the front, with an sharp pointed loincloth in the middle depicting Storm roaring with lightning running everywhere on his toxic purple scaled body. His hood this time around featured metallic plates on the sides and had two thick straps going over to the other side, with the front curved edge being adorned with backward pointed spines that had currents of electricity running all over; his kilt was studded with spikes and so was his thick belt around his waist, being that he was apart of the Berserker Tribe after all. He not only wore an left handed version of the Gauntlet of Frynir which was redesigned to be in favor of Storm's image on his left arm, but he also wielded his double bladed halberd on his right like a thunder sword as it was that light for him to wield with one hand. Finally, the crest of the Skrill striking the hammer and anvil was depicted on his chestplate; being that he had not once ever lost his passion for forging and continued to indulge himself in his own pride of making real weapons

Arson the Medic on the other hand really didn't change all that much, but he did wear some armor that was stolen from the corpses of the Dragon Divers he and Tidalwing slain; wearing an ribbed vinyl record pattern diving suit underneath with arm and leg wrappings up to his thighs, having aquatic scales with Volcanripper Metal plating to defend himself against the forces who oppose his allies who are in need of his help. He kept his stahlhelm but now had the back of an pickelhaube helm except that there was no spike on the top, with both his biceps and his arms featuring red cross patches on both sides; now having an armored vest in the front that carried his tools that he wore underneath his rough and stained white heavy jacket, also having an medical backpack to further add to making sure that he is always prepared for even the most perilous of emergencies like these. Finally, he wore an white cowl that covered his nose and mouth; all while having dried bloodstains of his rare victims that he could not save on many parts of his outfit

Their new masks kept the shape of an mummy's bandaged face that allowed full hair to flow out from freely, being buttoned on with Volcanripper Metal studs that were wrapped around the back more than once to camouflage it's opening; which was even more so thanks to being an newly upgraded version. The ears and throat were covered up which were heavily armored but also light on the skin, not once strangling the wearer of these new mask that were developed; as it allowed the wearer to eat, drink and breath perfectly with extra accessories being able to be worn such as Mikekolt's Glasses. The eyes were now softly tightened around to not show any skin and so was the mouth itself, as the lips were seen and any growing beard could also be fit through the mask itself; poking out like barbed quills of an porcupine. Finally, the surface was hard like an multi-layered orthopedic splint shell featuring an raised seamless diamond texture; but was also cushioned on the face as it was thermal and cool in both hot and cold environments, being armored in between the dual layers for extra defense

As the marriage was binding and it was made official between them, the bride and groom both shared their kiss; now wed together as Drayko would never be like the mighty Greek God Zeus himself who was very unfaithful to his wife Hera, Maria was the only woman he could ever love and there was no one else that made him feel like this way. He was not pressured by his own mother to get a wife and if anyone ever tried to take him away from Maria, say like Astrid for example because how could she ever love someone like him; then he's gonna have to let the Goddess Hera do the work for him by punishing her, just so he won't end up like her husband. Toothless and Aythro nuzzled each other while Stormfly was happy for her rider, the entire Tribe of New Draconia celebrated this marriage; including Mikekolt whom he had to admit that he did harbor feelings for Katetiburon but decided against marrying her, as she deserved to be a free woman like how he is a free man. In the light of these events that passed overtime as they all came to continue to live out their lives with the Dragons that they love the most, Drayko and Maria were blessed with three amazing and powerful sons like their father together with an beautiful daughter like her mother; their names were by oldest to youngest: Xaviernaus R. (Routledge) Ryder, Levaraldi N. (Najarian) Ryder, Jerlcedes G. (Gualterio) Ryder and of course Mason K. (Koniaris) Ryder. All of them grew up to become just like their parents and it was quite easy raising them with the help of their grandmother Valka and their uncle, Toothless as he and Aythro also had children of their own; Mason and Jerlcedes were more close to their mother while Levaraldi and Xaviernaus were more close to their father, Mikekolt acted like Drayko's best friend and the Knights including Drayko's uncle Spitelout were all their favorite. All in all Drayko had never had a life that he loved the most, and it was all thanks to his bond with Toothless; who brought all of this and gave each other whatever they deserved the most. None of their children were spoiled at all unlike Astrid and Snotlout's own children, if they had any to say the least; their marriage will literally be on the rocks, to think his bastard of a cousin would be left for a much more suitable husband for Astrid. Good god that would not last long because of the fact that he's a tyrant and she's a bitch, time to get those divorce papers ready and give the custody of the children to her; at least she'll be a good mother unlike her no good for nothing nightmare of an asshole drunk abuse husband Snotlout

Now that alone just made him sound like a cold hearted calvalier right there, but now that it was clear that New Draconia was built and both Drayko and Toothless achieved what they wanted the most: A paradise for Dragons, let's see how they are doing right now shall we?

HTTYD

Much and many years have passed since the Fall of Berk, a lone Knight splits the skies among the Archipelago...

Vast, clear, crisp and a deep brass bronze color with the golden sunset that remained on the other side of the horizon beyond the Archipelago's borders. From this beauty of the skies came the fearsome and unstoppable Knight who rode upon the one and only mystical Titan Wing Night Fury. Preforming daring maneuverable downward dips, rolls and dives with refinement, tucked in to keep hold as his prosthetic leg was locked in securely as he ain't going to be removed easily. This lone Knight was clad in armor made from the synthetic flesh and bone of the Dragons forged from the blazing, fiery depths of the Draconian Blacksmith's Forge. This Knight and his fellow Night Fury has slayed the Bane of Queens, murdered the Self-Proclaimed Dragon God and at last made the Chieftain of the Hooligans Tribe pay for what they did to the former

This lone Knight proceeded to fall off from his Night Fury and reveal his own wings, catching the wind as it was his to control with his best bud as the turbulence buffeted his wings heavily. Together they dived down into the clouds as they jacknife downwards before sharply turning upwards to gain the propulsion over the sea filled with Thunderdrums, Seashockers, Fathomfins and other such Tidal Dragons. They were approaching an pair of seastacks spaced out in between and thus with a press of an hidden pressure pad on his Gauntlets, he fired out a pair of strong Volcanripper Metal cable claws that latched onto the rocks and was brought upwards with Toothless; retracting the cables back and falling into the saddle of the Night Fury, who let out a roar of fearlessness and excitement with his tongue hanging out

Swinging up along the surface of an seastack, the mystical Night Fury landed and the lone Knight fell from the saddle; retracting his wings under his cape that he had taken from Drago Bludvist as a memento of all the Night Furies that he and Grimmel the Grisly had murdered while his Bullhook was taken as a reminder of the man he hates the most in the Archipelago was no more. He proceeded to have his prosthetic split into three sharp talons like an avian creature before he brought out his flaming retractable sword Inferno and remove his helmet, not only revealing an mature Drayko; long, wild and untamed hair framed upon his head. It was brushed smoothly down from the sides and back with nine sharp ended bangs, complete with an growing beard

Drayko walked to the edge of the cliff and took in the new land that stretched off into the horizon beyond, tall cliffs and seastacks adorned with ever so swaying golden birch trees basking in the sunset of Dusk. He breathed one in and asked this nostalgic feeling question

"Where does the time go and fly off to, Toothless?"

"You seem adamant on flying this morning Drayko, why is that?"

"If you would believe me, I was avoiding contact with Gortaurius the Farsighted" He answered, using Gort's full name

"I believe that more than water is a dry liquid as well as it being thicker than blood. Let's hear it then.."

"Sun's shining, Terror's singing which sounds like opposite of the horror stories that I've heard from since they're supposed to sing horribly according to them, slaunter down to breakfast and what I happen to get is this from him: Drayko my boy, there's something I wish to speak about to you"

"If this about that night, I didn't think Mikekolt would have lost his shit that easily just by mentioning it. Got damn"

"God dammit Toothless, he's been driven to madness by the Dragon Hunters and was forced to pretend he's one of them; specifically an Dragon Trapper to be more accurate but that's not the point"

"I know that..." Toothless playfully teased

"Owl Gut Island has gotten more than they prospered because of you lad, not only as a Chieftain but as a fatherly figure that your uncle was to you as well"

"Thanks Gort, amazing what New Draconia could show and become the next generation of Tribes among Dragon Riders like us..."

"Nothing like having a Owl Gut Trader in the Northern Markets. But what I'm about to say here may change how much time have left: Drayko, you've grown to be a fine young man I tell you what; I myself cannot think of no one more fit to lead the next generation of the Owl Gut Tribe, as the Dragon Combat Racing Tournament approaches I..."

"Will make you the Chieftain..."

"Even after I've been through, I'd be ready for this. No one should grow up the same way like I did and follow down the same path I'd taken, but we were always destined to find and bond with each other; no matter where the path takes us to" He sat down the edge and thought to himself as he continued speaking. "If I hadn't ran away from Berk, I wouldn't have ended up feeling like I belonged to such a open minded and wonderful Island like the Owl Gut Tribe. Having meetings, solving daily issues is not someone like me. All I really need is you, Maria, our friends and my three sons and daughter. Either with or without you, I can do anything"

"Of course you do, I did adopt you as my son and even then we are brothers in arms..." Toothless nuzzled his arm before giving him an playful punch with his clenched claws. "I didn't think this would faze you compared to everything you've went through, just to bring the fall of an major Tribe that's been around for 300 Years" Drayko laid his head on the grass and got away from the edge

"I'm more irritated that we didn't have more time for shit like this. Root Beer becomes Butterbeer, kisses become sex, discrimination was about who did simple things better, pain was about scraping your knees and goodbyes meant until tomorrow. Everytime I see children younger than my sons like Mason as my youngest son play with their toys, I feel... unexplainably and deeply inflicted about myself. I just don't know how to explain it without losing myself with no answer to finish it off with..." (A/N: I feel that way too, that part was based on whenever I see them play with toys; it makes my skin feel cold like I got Raynaud's Disease)

"You miss being a kid, don't you?" Toothless asked as he laid his head down onto his chest, looking at him with those adoring dilated orbs for eyes

"I am not the cold, heartless and evil man that Stoick once was and I would never want to become like him; back when I did not know my mother; for every question I ask about her all I would receive is scornful looks and the Devil Lover mutter. I ask you this, bud: just who am I really in the end?"

"How could you ask that? You are no one but Drayko Ryder, the Legendary Dragon Rider, the Slayer of Red Death, the Æðelin of Éðelléas Segnum, the Conqueror of Bludvist's Army, the Dragon Tamer, the Savior of Dragons, the Leader of Mankind, the Bane of the Dragon Hunters, the new God of Dragons, the Champion of the Owl Gut, the Fallen Viking of Berk, Drakevenchenzo, Mason, Jerlcedes, Levaraldi and Xaviernaus' father, the spirit of Dreadfulstryke, the true Guardian of the Night Furies and of course: my Broðor and my son" Toothless listed the names he had been given in a soft voice

As Drayko wrapped his arms around his Night Fury's head tightly and earned a warm warble from his brother, he absentmindedly stroked his heated scales as Toothless suddenly began to groom the Knight with tongue; like before he didn't complain if didn't wash out at all, he was an father now and he intends to follow up on being the best one to his sons because he did not want to make the same mistake as Stoick did for him. Afterwards now that he was bathed and fully cleaned according to him, he continued to lay on the grass and even played about with his new projectile weapon that Mikekolt gave to him

The crescent blade projectile weapon was heavily inspired by Drayko's Omega Primal motif as well as the New Draconia crest, due featuring it in the front. It resembled an sharp bat that had it's wings spanned out to the sides with it's edges still closed inwards, curving like an scythe as it featured the carp scales of his birthmark's crescent moon; with both it's top and bottom edges being sharpened, as well as being dipped in dried Darkblood. The top edges of the wing featured Dragonese Runes that spelled out the name of the projectile weapon, with the design having vertical curved lines acting like the membrane of the wings as Plasma fangs were added on as part of his motif; the bottom edges of the wing having engravings of two Night Furies facing the center. The center predominately featured the New Draconia crest on the front and back, featuring the crescent moon with the carp scales on it's reflective surface; with the custom Omega letter featured on the top as Toothless was now featured flying in front and over the moon, with it's tail found at the bottom. The sides of the center had the design of the Omega Primal Night Fury's double bladed axe shaped tailfin, with it's two tendrils curved upwards and downwards towards the center; with three of Mikekolt's retractable shoulder guard blades going upwards on the wings as there were also two more claw shaped spikes diagonally shooting downwards, made to be a very lethal and deadly projectile as possible. Finally, it's name was translated to: "Returnerwing" and had the ability to split into multiple when thrown (A/N: This was based on that disc weapon as seen in Batman '89 on NES where it split into three after being thrown)

Once they felt ready to go back and return to New Draconia so that he can be with his fellow wife and children, they took off back into the skies and out to the southern borders of where they once lived; leaving behind this rock that they rested a spell on. Gliding through the skies as they passed through the clouds, blowing them away before diving downwards to the seas; skimping from the surface and taking off once more. All of the adventures that have led up to belonging to such a welcoming family of Dragons that he preferred over his Tribe, hang on now he just remembered; he has no Tribe to begin with. He's his own man now and he doesn't have to follow anyone's beliefs. For as long as they flew in the sky, Drayko's thoughts when back to what the Hooligans were up to now that they knew the lesson to never break their word about being not taking advantage of him again; he's betting that Snotlout's treating his people like slaves and if not then he's whipping them all to death because he's not getting the respect he supposedly deserves

Flying high above New Draconia as everyone greeted their leader at his spetacular return especially the Knights and their leader's children, Drayko and Toothless landed a touchdown onto the main street of his new home; as he came to embrace all three of his sons and his daughter. He hoisted his youngest son up onto his arms before heading into the Main Hall, going up the stairs and passing through the doors; with the Knights following their friend inside before everyone continued on with their day

Mason wore an furry shakespeare tan tunic with it's round v-neck trim sporting an Celtic knotwork pattern, which was also found on his cedar brown sleeves as he wore an necklace with three fangs; two of them facing the middle one as they all had small holes on the bottom. He had an auburn brown colored hair that was shaggy and reminded Drayko of an young Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. He had an medium leather belt around his waist and had had stitched velvet prussian blue pants with tightened but slightly loose leggings around his ankles, having furry trimmed boots that were soft for him to wear. He had his mother's turquoise to electric blue eyes and skin, he had freckles everywhere and sported thick dual lined war paint on his cheeks near his nose and eyes. Finally, he was not quite taller than his father's knees but was taller than his boots; having his mother's taste for adventure

"How's my youngest prince been doing?" Drayko asked his youngest son Mason

"My older sister and I had a great time Dad, we were out exploring the other islands with Mr. Ingerman and his wife; I played with Meatlug and Windshear all day today while you were out. My older brothers were with Mr. Castlekroftservkhall sparring until they accidently tripped over the weapons stack and our Blacksmith blew up again" Mason explained it all with an smiling and innocent tone of voice

"Did I not make myself clear? I hate being referred to as Mr. because you sound like my hellish employer" Mikekolt called him out lightly before explaining that Bladehead was about to blow up since he's not a fan of people touching his shit

"I wasn't present when you mentioned this hellish employer, had to get Hookfang's talons cleaned from the blood that my Nightmare got by stabbing that Hunter in the back literally and no; I'm not stupid enough to use your mother's axe to do the trick, I won't let us get into a fight and end up in the hands of the Wingmaidens. Strangely enough we've never been on a major adventure with them once, we'll be lucky this time" Raijah explained his absence before going on to explain to Mason (A/N: I've been wanting to put them in this adventure, but I can never find the perfect time to add them in; they're always appearing in the major battles like the final battle seen in Curse of the Emperor's Sword which I intended to add them in, but like I said I could never find a place for them. Now's the chance to do it for this story)

"I never keep my word to my employers from the beginning, not unless they give me what reward I was promised beforehand; that's just how my business goes and by the way, they were evil to begin with" Mikekolt bluntly stated

With the rest of the day to them, Drayko spent the remaining afternoon with his children and friends as well as his brother and family; enjoying himself as it was the end of the month and next month is where they'll be ready to have their very own Dreadfall festival. Much of the decorations are up and they're all prepared to throw one hell of an party right there and then. It's going to more than the ultimate celebration, it will be the best Dreadfall festival that will be worth the adventure

Oh yeah, he knows that he's bound to have another adventure; because if there's one thing that he hasn't forgotten, it's that the Thunderbay Vikings Tribe did not forget about what he did to them long ago and they're going to be launching a counterattack very soon...

Now you know what Drayko has been up to and you know what New Draconia looks like, I should also mention that I have decided to give School of Dragons: Titan Uprising an new characterzation overhaul for Mikekolt by making him into an man who is now coming to accept his Dragon Trapper origins. However I've had to go through some breaks while rewriting it, as I'll mention it after this; for now I hope you've enjoyed the brand new look of New Draconia and how his life is just about perfect for him. Remember this suggestion: Don't like it, don't read it; otherwise, Feel free to Review and Until we meet again as Drayko and Toothless will return...

TheLegendaryBlackDragonKnight

P.S: At first I wanted to have Mikekolt go down the path that Moses did from The Prince of Egypt by being reckless teen with no regard for responsibility until he flees the Tribe out of exile upon learning of his origins, but while Moses killed that man on accident; Mikekolt killed a group of Trappers whipping a Rumblehorn to death on purpose. I even went as so far as to write down a chariot race between him and a friend of his since he always feed, kept them company and even freed them behind their backs out of his pettiness. However, I've decided against that concept since that's meant for a story set in the HTTYD Universe; but unlike The Prince of Egypt where Pharaoh Seti I dies sometime after Moses' self exile in the desert and never gets his punishment as the role of the Antagonist goes to Rameses II, the father figure who was a tyrant and butcher is the main antagonist with no other son for the entire story. Like Seti I, he ordered a massacre of the Dragons whom he believed were one day going to rise up and revolt against him; killing the hatchlings as well to make sure they do not do the same. Mikekolt would've been the one to demand that he frees these innocent beasts, leading them back to Berk as it's their own Promised Land that Hiccup wanted him to lead them all to. What do you think of that idea?