(A/N: This is where the true story begins as this takes two years after Curse of the Emperor's Sword, rather than have Mikekolt and Rainserviper disappear in the shadows to train themselves to take on the Dragonroot Company; just like how I gave him his Lair at the Whispering Caribbean early on in the story when he was a teenager, although he doesn't start out with much to begin with as you've read before. This is the chapter where he is introduced into the main story and attends the school, everything else will go just as the same with some differences here and there. All apart of my rewrite about Mikekolt, Enjoy)

Now that a glimpse into the life of Mikekolt Castlekroftservkhall has been seen, the present day can be viewed as two years and five to seven months that passed on after the final death of the self proclaimed Dragon God; who had succeeded in becoming what he desired but Gods always overestimate themselves as they too can die, and Drago Bludvist may not ever return from the underworld. The nightmare was finally all over now for the Dragons who flew in the skies of the Archipelago, and it was all thanks to the brothers who have become the new King of Dragons and a pair of Gods as well

As promised Mikekolt got Rainserviper back who was very happy to see him again, especially now as they got back into the skies and flew over their new home before going off to the Lair they've been customizing together. Rainserviper's scales were a dark barbour green with a very deep olive tint, sporting an maroon and cherry to rhubarb red color for his upper quills while his lower quills were an dark ebony and charcoal black color; with his serpent like underbelly being a buttermilk and lenox tan color with a oyster tan undertone. Mikekolt of course was coiled by him with no intent of constricting to strangle him, soothingly rubbing his quill adorned head against his back which would've hurt like shit if he didn't rub against the parts where it itched like a fucker of a bitch (A/N: God dammit I rhymed again!)

Mikevenchenzo as his father always called him by the nickname stood outside of his Lair upon arriving while Rainserviper went inside, his Raynaud's Disease kicked in once again before the man had covered his face with his warm hands covered with his fighting gloves soothing his cold face; breathing out as he looked back on the memories that came back to him once more. Has it been too long since he felt freedom from the endless nights of his monstrous torments and barbaric torturings from the desert roaming and bloodlusting Dragon Marauder; that long since the endless nights of the screaming and blood spilling out from his very scars and gashes silenced from the winds that blew within Darkheart Prison? Everything was over and Drago Bludvist was dead, although he returned to bring home victory against the now heavily and severely weakened Dragon Hunters two years ago; he felt like he brought forth a lost motivation to himself. The others moved on since that final battle and felt so far away now as they had new hobbies of their own, Mikekolt rose from the ashes of his bleeding chest that they inflicted scars upon him and broken out to reclaim his freedom; but had no place to go as it was over five to seven months since the Dragon Hunters were recovering from their latest defeat by Drayko. His home was held highly upon for being wise and level headed amongst the other Tribes, and he was happy to say the least now that Rainserviper was back with him as he got the most bloodiest of all scars and gashes yet when fighting the false Dragon God of all people no less. Drayko reassured him that he will be returned to him as he kept his word in the end, Mikekolt always kept his saddle with him when needed to be taken for recovery:

The front of the saddle had four thick and dual studded claws in front that went upwards and forwards, diagonally slanting to the sides as there was an full colored Owl Gut Tribe crest on the front being depicted greatly. The ridges of the saddle's cushion were diagonally pointed backwards like an arrow, with some Riser and Pursuit handlebars on the sides to hang on to; not to mention it was split into an dual pronged tail that was very long, having curved underhand handles like an ribcage as the edges were adorned with dogcollar spikes. The harness underneath was easy to put on and very hard to come off as it was comfortably fitted to the Whispering Death, being ringed like it's serpent like body and having some his own scales be added into the design; with two bulky pouch belts crossed for storage that even carried his duffelbag. Finally, there was some Dragonese Runes along both the edges that translated to: "From flaming ashes to bones, beware Mikekolton and Rainseviper within the roaming skies of the Flaming Deathlands" as the entire saddle itself was reinforced with Volcanripper Metal and sported some beltbuckles for both him and Drayko to take off, although Mikekolt did plan to add in some defensive weaponry just in case somebody tried to take off with him

As mentioned before he gave his choppy layered midnight black hair some long half thick dreadlocks which were evenly tied on both the left and right sides on the back of his head; keeping his dark walnut brown eyes as it was what made him independent to no one but himself. Occasionally whenever he would travel through the village back at their home, he would wear a black headdress that resembled the mane of an Lion with deep gold and very dark saturated emerald accents that had some crest like feathers shaped like katana blades that went around the sides, going down halfway to the spine of the wearer as it's outer feathers were an trombone gold color while the inner was an dark mahogany red color; representing both Horus and Montu who were both falcon headed Gods. All being connected to each other like an cleopatra headdress with three segments in front being loose, while the eye markings had an black yin yang shape on both sides with an teardrop; pointed horizontally outwards before curving back downwards. Having the white face of an Hieracosphinix with yellow dilated slits with an black beak in the middle that pointed downwards, now sporting an slightly thin vertical rectangular grilled Knight like visor that went up and down as it covered the mouth; it had vertical leather ribbed cushioning inside as well as having side slanted Zippleback horns on the back, diagonally pointing outwards to the sides as this was redesigned for his age. Finally, it was the usual headwear that he always wore whenever he was in the presence of his Tribe

(A/N: This headdress was based off of a game called "Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy" which is not a bad game but it has a MAJOR game breaking glitch. DO NOT SAVE at the Dungeon because the next time you load the level, the door that Tutankhamen who is the mummy and second playable character whose more accustomed to platforming rather than Sphinx himself who is a fighting character will be closed. You can NOT reverse this action, a shame really because through that door is a really long puzzle; to have the opportunity to save only for the next door to close on you is a bitch. Even worse is that before that there's a cutscene that reveals Horus' betrayal right before you're given the chance to save. Fuck!)

He stood up from the ledge where his legs hung over from the exterior of his Lair before heading inside, joining Rainserviper and taking a seat on the couch inside; he got himself comfortable and thought to himself, questioning the very appearance of what he had become for a few more moments before getting up to look at himself in the mirror. From bottom to top and getting himself a clear vision, he stroked his beard that he was able to grow in the two years and five to seven months that passed on his dark manchester tan skin for being in the sun so many times before. His full beard consisted of a slightly wide inverted trapezoid goatee that never had a single hair sticking out, with his mustache going on the sides of his face before heading towards the bottom of his nose; which curved diagonally downwards towards the center just underneath the growing line of slightly long stubbles above his lip. His hair on the other hand with an faint tint of exotic and volcano irish red was now the longest as it's ever been, with his thicker bangs sharper pointed and now having smoother layers that rested on his spine's starting point. The longest point of his hair was the dual fringes on the sides which were around 5-7 inches, getting shorter towards the back of his head where there was an inch of length left; being that it was an long plissken type mullet. But it was his clothing that really made him stand out, just not in the way that was considered a negative trait of his that would earn the scorn from others

Mikekolt wore an raven and midnight black tunic with thick, diagonally ribbed downward pattern that looked like wide bandages with an dark thunder and mouse grey filling within the cracks; now having not only short furry edges around the arm holes but also having spider black and garnet red tinted sleeves, with an small black fishing net pattern all around that was slightly raised upwards up to his hands. He also wore an very dark forest and pine green and black scaly croptop to wear over his tunic, which was also sleeveless as well and looked like large leviathan scales pointed downwards and towards the sides; continuing to wear his dark espresso and mountain oak brown whitetail deer vest over his tunic that featured both double rider jacket flaps and bronze and dark gold buttons engraved with Deathstalker's face that had black filling in the cracks, featuring two belts studded to the vest on the upper body and two skinnering belts wrapped around his lower body underneath. Although he did decide put in some knotwork rearing steeds embroidered on the front sides, with some wolf/dog paw prints with the metacarpal pads being shaped like an inverted trapezoid; and the digital pads sharply slanting towards the sides before going upwards like claws. His main thick belt had an pattern of Whispering Death quills going outwards and the same arm blades of his shoulder guards pointed towards the belt buckle which featured Rainserviper's face engraved, baring his fangs curved downwards as his mouth was open and his neck was also shown with the side blades pointing downwards like his arm blades; also having thick rectangular belt pouches on the back and even having two strapped pouches crossing each other on both sides, containing other such things while he had an upwards pointed nose and ear covering cowl for his mouth just like his Dragon Scale Armor to hide his appearance as they both featured the Whispering Death crest on both sides, with an seamless diamond net pattern in the dark bistre and ebony black in the holes which were reflective whenever shoned in the sunlight; his warpaint was not smothered nor ruined in the slightest as he could breathe and drink through. He wore an knee length battleskirt of an kilt around his waist that split diagonally upwards towards the front, having the details of photographed treebark patterns from great dark oak trees; with the color palette of mostly: dark mink, mud oak brown and steel bronze brown. dark olive wool green with spider black; photographed treebark patterns from great dark oak trees. Which was something he mostly wore for Dusk while he had an alternate one that had the details of an House Sparrow's feathers and underbelly, consisting of: charcoal black, yorkshire tan, mediterranean olive, manchester tan and brick red

He wore black ribbed metal knuckled fighting gloves that covered his arm, which was also armored with vambraces engraved and decorated with Deathstalker with his tri-barbed tails forming an triskelion behind him. His black nickel colored shoulder guards not only had it's dual arm spikes pointing away from his head, but also shared an deep and fervent brass color shine to it; with his vambraces also having the arm spikes that were pointed backwards away from his arms. His black smooth and leathery pants were both made from crocodile and stingray skin pants, both with dangling foxtail chains on both sides were the pockets were supposed to go; with both of his thighs having thick parallel dark mud oak brown straps which were both on the top and bottom. He wore Norse splint graves that were studded with dog collar spikes that wouldn't hurt an Dragon but would definitely hurt his enemies, being closed in together and also having engravings of Zipplebacks with his right leg spewing gas and his left leg unleashing sparks. His dark mud oak and chocolate leather layered Volcanripper Metal boots had smoothly light birch trimmed Polar Bear fur on the upper rim which went downwards and on the sides of the horizontal lined underbelly pattern in the front, with the toed ends of the boots going smoothly diagonally downwards at first; but then curving upwards as the outsole had the castle merlon and embrasure pattern on the sides, with horseshoes found at the bottom having it's hooks on the top ends face the opposite directions and the toed ends also having three horizontally ribbed Zippleback talons going down in front. Not to mention the midsoles went diagonally upwards as well, slanted diagonally upwards as well. His throat covering strap he wore looked like there was an horizontal lined zipper on the front, which had dual Whispering Death fangs curving towards the center; his collar curved outwards to the sides featuring not only an Axe blade design on both sides, but also having it's ends feature an sharp curved fang like protrusion that went towards his face. Finally, his Phoenixripper was diagonally resting on the right side of his back; while his one handed crossbow would be resting diagonally downwards on the left side, being that he would forge such projectile weapon in case he needed to take out an enemy from far away

Just then he heard the sounds of flapping coming from outside when his Terror named Lethalruin flew in with a message in his talons, coming over to him just as he was putting on a big bandanna that was clipped tightly on the back of his head; with two strips of cloth that were ripped at the ends going down his spine and was underneath his mullet so that no part of it could be seen. He fixed and straightened up his belt that was revealed to have a cool whip like function with wide rectangular segments next to each other, with very thin lines that now felt like a rowi fixoflex watch strap; which that's merely just to discuss how flexible it is, not what it resembles to say the least. Lethalruin landed on his right shoulder guard and gave him the message, whom he stroked afterwards before flying off as his blades returned to their original position as they retracted when his Terror was about to land on his shoulder. Knowing that this scroll was from Drayko thanks to his Titan Wing Night Fury crest, he opened it up and read out his message:

Mikekolton Anubis Castlekroftservkhall of the family,

This is Headmaster Heryal, you have been chosen to represent your Tribe at the School of Dragons where you will learn what we have to offer in order to strengthen your bond with the one you've bonded with over the months that turn to years over the past. You will learn more from here than what you have with wherever you've gone to, as I know that your father has told me about your abilities; they are admirable but you will need more than my help as you will need all of our Knights' help to make you into a even greater warrior, one that will see your enemies tremble in fear and earn you rewards greater than no man's dreams that could ever measure up to. Below this message you will see our staff and the classes they will teach here:

Drayko Ryder: Leader of the School and Strike Class specialist

Maria Krofter: Second in command and Sharp Class specialist

Raedwit La Thelonious Sanquanson: Fear Class specialist

Raijah Mushtfar: Stoker Class specialist

Fishlegs Ingerman: Dragon Knowledge Master and Boulder Class specialist

Dragur "The Executioner" Sailensar: Mystery Class specialist, he will write down his instructions as students like you will have a hard time understanding what he's saying (A/N: Sailensar means silencer in Hindu, which the native language in India)

Valka Haddock: Caretaker of the Black King's sanctuary, any hatchling that is rescued is brought back to the School's sanctuary

Bladehead the Blacksmith: Exactly what it says, school's blacksmith who will forge weapons and armor with no payment required

Eret, Son of Eret: Tracker Class specialist and former Dragon Trapper after his betrayal by the now dead Drago Bludvist

Arson the Medic: Tidal Class specialist and medical aid to all students

On a more personal note however it should be mentioned that Drayko has not forgotten what you did for Toothless back during the final battle against the false god who underestimates the power of their and our bonds with these beasts, he will see to it that you are repaid in full by whatever he may come up with for the time being. In the meantime your journey to learn more about the Dragons that we train and develop unbreakable chains and shackles of our bonds will begin anew. Tomorrow in the hours of late morning as you have one of your own, you will fly over to the transport ship that we have liberated and be brought to the School of Dragons. It is time that you prepare yourself as Drayko will be waiting for your arrival here, whatever happens may have you and your Dragons you've tamed over time become a hero of this school in our eyes...

Drayko Ryder and Headmaster Heryal, leader of the Knights of the Dragon Riders and Headmaster of the School of Dragons. All rights reserved by the original author Cressida Cowell and no other than PDI/Dreamworks Pictures...

Looks like he's got some new education starting tomorrow because who knows how long he's been waiting for really, but with the rest of the day he's got to himself he's decided to move on ahead and get himself something to drink since he could use one now that there's a big 'ol day ahead of them tomorrow. What a time to be alive indeed and the next time he's invited to something, he just hopes that a specific Skrill who fried him to the bone multitudes of times at his time within the walls of Darkheart Prison is there so he can have a reason not to attend. Yes he's developed a fear that he hates showing in front of people: whenever he sees a Skrill he's gettin' the hell off the island, he can't bare himself to confront a Dragon like that; there is a specific individual who has fried him to the bone against her will or not, he's got his suspicions about what kind of hatred does she harbor against him. It just can't that she hates him for being a Dragon Trapper in the past could it? He's never really kept any of her kind trapped, but could she hate him for her own suspicions? Did he ever do something to her family in the past? All of these thoughts were getting to him and decided that he needed some sleep to get it off his chest, finishing up before heading upstairs and throwing himself in bed; falling fast asleep afterwards

Meanwhile within a tropical citrus and rocky yet paradise like island where the storms rarely struck this beautiful looking place filled with palm trees, there a shadow of a Skrill who took a look out into the distance as there was nothing but the sounds of the waves silently but softly went up and down the shores. The palm trees blew quietly in the wind while the shadow of this figure stood atop of a medium sized flat rock like a platform. It was looking very solemn but hostile and yet it was ever so filled with pain, memories of it's actions filled it's mind and played out exactly what it saw before it

This memory that has caused this Skrill what it was feeling like right about now, the events that led to the fury of this downfall it suffered; and it was all because of the same man that she and yes it's a female who brought this onto her. She of course would return to this very place here at night and develop her plans to have retribution for what she had lost to that man. Her only solace was the storms that came as she endlessly rode upon the lightning to one nest and onto another, the hope that she was blessed with like her family that she once knew lied within. For no matter how much mutton she consumed nor how many mates she had taken to seduce, nothing in the Archipelago could rid her of the events that now felt like a very long time ago; she was only a hatchling when Drayko had first left Berk and now she's come to think clear of a new plan

She got up from sitting from the flat rock she always stood on before returning to the cave she lived in, the voice of the man who did this echoed and left much of her scales exactly in the way that they truly look under the shroud she always carried in the shadows; they all healed overtime, but new ones are formed. Her scales that were once a dark and light bronze on her body with a pale grey underbelly was spotted in her darkblood with very deep rope burns. Her eyes that were red spoke it all and they both were filled with rising flames, lightning overran her body and while she walked on both talons with no need for her wings as a pair of front claws; her mind once again replayed the aftermath when she looked back at the exit

If the claws on her talons could turn white like the knuckles she imagined having, they would be just that. Hatefully focused on her retribution and the man who wore a whitetail deer vest and had the exact weapon that caused all of this resting against his thigh, hanging from that belt he wore and with that false crest on his buckle that symbolized a Tribe he did not truly belong to. All of it made her series of silent snarls and growling that rattled in her throat as if she was a tiger translated to this, although this is just what she was thinking:

"I will find you Castle. I will find you and should you have allies, they will fall as well. Retribution comes to me this time around Italian, even if leaving you for dead is the very last thing I do before I live out the rest of my days in peace..."

Afterwards there was nothing but silence as the moon came down and the sun was beginning to rise up into the sky

HTTYD

The next morning Mikekolt and Rainserviper left their Lair and flew over to the deck of the School of Dragons' transport which happened to be a specially designed brigantine that came from the likes of the former Bludvist's Army, now re-purposed to take new students to the island from the next day that passed by. Mikekolt had taken the furthest seat with his friend Axethor who was psyched up to finally meet Drayko in person, there was a rare moment when he did meet him in person every now and then; but they were brief and he was always so busy in whatever business he has gotten himself into. He just couldn't help it and continued to keep that dumbass smile on his face

He wore an garnet red and medallion gold scale tanktop with an thick belt around his waist, having sporting an Stoker crest with an silver edged kilt that opened up in the front; all while wearing an diamond patterned Gronckle Iron armored tanktop that was attached to an leather like jacket with three belts strapped onto the chest, with his triple layered shoulder guards studded onto his shirt as his tanktop was exposed thanks to the wide V-neck. Not to mention he was also wearing an leather vest like diamond pattern armor on top with jester red to salamander orange sleeves, wearing black fur edged bracers with two belts strapped around his arms; both with wrappings on his biceps and wearing fingerless fighting gloves that had Gronckle Iron added into the knuckles, for an battering effect. His coffee to cedar brown nubuck leather pants had some coffee spiraling swirl patterns with one belt to each thigh as he could never be without some pouches to carry some items of his; sporting an cowboy boot design on the ankles. He wore an matching pair of suede boots with not only an Norse knotwork design but with some trimmed edges from an black bear, as there were some stains of blood from slaying one out of defense. Finally, he brandished his double bladed axe on his shoulder and back as he continued to wear his necklace with an bearded viking skull with two war axes by it's sides; parting his long blonde hair to the sides as he sported an patchy stubble, even having an fiery pair of aviators to wear since his friend's got glasses of his own

"How could you not be excited for this? We're gonna be Dragon Riders, taking our adventures into the skies; how could you not resist having the wind blow through your hair?" Axethor asked

"I know that feeling, you had a Terror when he came but had to unfairly give him up" Mikekolt recalled as Axethor remembered with a clear sign of hatred for his uncle doing that, but also pointed out his friend from the very beginning

"Of course you have a Whispering Death when your parents gave you him from your birthday, I'm going to have to start out with one of those god damn common ones and that's not fair at all; and then..."

"I wouldn't think too much about that at all"

"I can't help myself, I really do want to make a great impression to him"

"Hey, you worry too much; I'm just like everyone else here, no one's gettin' treated like they're better than the others"

"Don't you? I mean why the hell would you be, you've got a Whispering Death before attending here so you're way of ahead of me"

"Of course you're ahead of me because everyone wants to make a good impression to him, I was rescued by him at Darkheart Prison and those evil Marauders won't be taking me to get vital information that I do not have ever again. Ryker is a different story since he orchestrated this from the beginning. We'll be arriving in a few minutes now, just be yourself in front of Drayko and you'll work out more than fine"

Afterwards silence followed as Mikekolt placed his glasses on since he could never be without them and the fact that the previous pair he wore put a great strain on his ears. They had it's octagonal shaped lenses squished and half widened with an thick eyewire frame that was engraved with an Whispering Death and an Triple Stryke along with an Zippleback, being thick enough to be grasped and having it's bridge slightly curve over his nose; the temple tips curving below his ears as it was all given an dark trombone gold tone with some taupe brown to spider black filling in the raised engravings. The midnight and ebony dual layered black lenses had an brown topaz and bronze undertone as when worn, it allowed him to see perfectly well in the daylight and in the darkness. Finally, there were some Dragonese Runes on the sides of each engraving that translated to the names of his Whispering Death and a Triple Stryke he knew respectively: "Rainserviper and Deathstalker"

The captain above deck of the transport ship called out to the students that they were now approaching their destination, making sure that everyone was ready to make their departure whenever they were ready as they pleased. Mikekolt was definitely ready first hand and got up, gesturing to Axethor to move out up ahead as if he was on a stealth mission before heading off; with him following closely from behind as the ship docked at the shores, walking down the plank before setting foot onto the School Grounds which were going to become their home until the day they graduate with a farewell celebration. Axethor Bovarsson can feel it in the air when all his sessions with his teachers are done at last, he just can't wait for it to happen with a snap of a finger

However it was during this time when they met Headmaster Heryal and followed him that Mikekolt took a look around at the other students, as there were quite some new faces that he'll come to know when he begins his sessions here. Amongst these students was Dullnut Thorston who was filled with determination, but there were no signs of him having the feeling of betraying his family which was normal because Thorstons like him were supposed to be reckless and muttonheads; so he found it appropriate that he'll be up to no good when it comes to attending sessions with Raedwit. But while they were getting themselves familiar with new surroundings, Mikekolt's rare sparrow attention span began to make it's presence known as his mind drifted off to other things; while Axethor's hunger made itself known to the Headmaster. But all that soon faded when there was a struggle nearby, using his hearing to track down the source of the struggle before running off to look for the source; with Axethor tagging along as they both headed into the Wilderness, which they just so happened to find a pair of trapped Dragons inside the Hunter's oxidized copper cages which contained a Flightmare and Rumblehorn. Out of all them really, the only question was: why those species?

(A/N: Yeah there's a new mechanic called Rescue a Dragon at the very beginning BUT you can NOT choose which one you want to rescue, it chooses FOR YOU and that is fucking bullshit! The following Dragons here are Flightmare, Rumblehorn, Sand Wraith and the Shockjaw which is easily the worst if I ever wanted to play the game. Bottom line: Let the players choose which one they want to rescue, god dammit! You understand me?)

"There a problem here?" Mikekolt asked with Axethor stoppin' by his side after runnin' up near him, ready to solve whatever's gotten these two were having

"Tell that to the Dragon Hunters: we've taken back these beasts and we're trying to get them the hell out of here, but these god forsaken oxidized copper cages are putting a piss in our boil. Damn you Ryker, at least Viggo doesn't hide behind your back out of fear; you one of the new students I assume?" The Timberjack Rider asked as he and his partner who just so happened to be the Snaptrapper Rider were attempting to break open the door

"That's the both of us, better stand back because we've got the weapons to deal with shit like this; go ahead and spice up weapon with a canister from your Phoenixripper!" Mikekolt threw him a cannister and proceeded to use it on his axe, while he did the same to use it on his original sword

"You take Rumblehorn, I take Flightmare" Mikekolt told him as Axethor nodded before they both got into a offensive stance

Mikekolt's original sword was an longsword like every other sword he picks up for his own secondary use as part of the Weapon Adaptation tactic, having an double edged blade with no fuller and a brushed golden bronze color. It featured an thick studded rim below the hollowed and rotting overgrown tree branch crossguard, that had an evil green face in the middle as part of being among the theme of the dead with it's branches curving upwards like ram horns; with an thick top and bottom striped barrel design for the rainguard while the dual vertical lines were spaced out in between the pyramid spike shaped emerald gemstones. The decagon shaped handle was tightly wrapped around with leather strips that were ribbed from top to bottom, as the pommel was an fractured pagus brown colored skull. The evil green face also had two Deathgripper like tusks facing upwards, which were also slightly slanted to the sides as a little extra feature for impaling someone in the face. Finally it went by the name of: "Ombra di Cocytuskolt" as it's name was engraved on the right edge of the blade, being that he was of Italian descent it made since that he'd had the name of his half-brother engraved since he really loved him

With a single downwards helm slash of his flaming sword that sliced into the hinges of the Flightmare's gate and with Axethor swinging his axe onto the gate of the Rumblehorn, handling them both as they were freed afterwards; now going to enjoy their freedom although the former pounced onto Mikekolt before kissing him, unwillingly smearing his face with her underbelly while the latter was calmer and nuzzled his savior. Axethor couldn't stop laughing at his friend getting up as she kissed her savior, leaving some glowing algae on his nose before returning to the Timberjack and Snaptrapper Riders respectively

"Let's get back with the others, bound to be inside by now so say goodbye to your lovely wife you're bound to marry in the future" Axethor chuckled at the end as he ran off, still laughing at what happened to his friend

"Really, you want me to preform bestiality on a Flightmare? Dick..." He growled at the end before he let his friend run off ahead of him

"Name's Ruthland (RUTH-LON) by the way and my partner in crime is Kjartvein, but I like it better when you refer us to the nicknames that our leader gave us: Timberjack and Snaptrapper Rider, nothing personal when it comes to identity protection from those damn Hunters who'll ask help from them bounty hunters. I will not forget what you've done for us" The Timberjack Rider now known as Ruthland introduced each other to them as they made their departure

Now that that's been settled with and both of the Dragons got comfortable in their new home in the Wilderness area, Mikekolt and Axethor returned with the others as they got comfortable for the time being; awaiting for whenever Drayko will be ready for them since he's got one hell of a introduction for them. While they waited for him to be ready, the students were all talking about how much they'll learn and how they can all impress their teachers enough to be ready and go out there into the world. Mikekolt on the other hand thought back to when Throk and the Defenders of the Wing assured him that Rainserviper will not be taken by the hands of the death, as Mala told him that he and his Whispering Death have endured much more than the likes of fighting a false God

As the sun was above the horizon in the distance the students were given the command to enter as Drayko was ready for them; in fact he was ready by the time they arrived here, it was just that they needed the time to get familiarized with their new surroundings right here. They all entered the Hatchery where Drayko himself along with Toothless, Reignstorm and Mysticviper stood by his side. With the former Night Fury laying down in front of him as all new students got into their respective positions with Mikekolt and Axethor standing in the front; the Legendary Dragon Rider addressing them all before breaking the silence as he began to speak

"I would like to welcome all of our new students here to the School of Dragons, it's here where you'll know how to train and bond with a Dragon; you will learn to defend yourself from the ever so genocidal Dragon Hunters thanks to the blacksmith we have here with whatever weapons and armor he provides to all of you using our successor to Gronckle Iron. Not only will you study counters to weaknesses, ideas to strengthen the both of you and how to plan your strategies; but you will also learn how to disable traps, know the history behind our enemies, defend the School from raids, how to deal with Eels, Blue Oleander, Dragon Root and Grimora as well as Deathgripper Venom that will infect these reptilian beasts that you've come too far in your close bond to lose them to whoever attacks you using these weaknesses against the both of you. There is much more to learn as time goes on with the sessions you attend here, take this time to have a tour around the School and while you're at it; the caretaker Valka will come up with a suggestion of which one fits right for you. You may begin to choose the one you wish to have of your own desire and for those who have tamed one before coming here, this part is not necessary; but if do not, you may go ahead and begin to tame the ones you seek to have of your own"

Everyone else including Axethor nodded as the students went ahead to begin their unbreakable bonds with which ever one they choose, some of which could not decide and decided to seek out the caretaker for a suggestion on which one to choose. Axethor in particular decided that a Monstrous Nightmare will do the human flesh burning for him, while Dullnut chose a Zippleback as he loved destruction; so why the hell not? It was then that Drayko told him to follow him outside as he wanted to speak with him, to which Mikekolt nodded and went with the Knight; following him outside to the School Grounds and all around the many locations like a little tour of sorts. Rainserviper followed Toothless as the two of them got themselves

"The Timberjack/Snaptrapper duo tell me what you and Axethor did for them, I have not forgotten the debt I owe you for keeping both me and Toothless out of the hands of Drago Bludvist; and I've decided to send a invite to you here so that you'll learn more about what it means to become a tamer like me. I have drawn a map in your style that will lead you to a gift from me that your ancestors have used when they aided Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I in becoming the rightful King that he deserved to be, unlike his rival who refused to accept that he was not destined to be one to slay Merciless whose dreams foretold that he would be killed by Hiccup I and unite both man and Dragonkind together. All of this came from the Journal I have and it's contents have been transferred to Hiccup II's journal, which is the one I possess thanks to my uncle" Drayko explained as he went to explain this history

"I'd like to hear the story from you when there's nothing for me at the School that I can help with, your ancestor's gone through quite the trials just to beat his rival" Mikekolt was interested

"It goes more into what you think it does Mikekolt" Drayko placed a hand on his shoulder

"I'm sure it does" He responded

"For now you've got yourself something to look for, take this scroll from me and you'll know what to be on the look out for once you take a look at it. When you got yourself time to sacrifice with Rainserviper, head out to this former hideout of a fortress as you'll find a treasure that's been buried; Bladehead will have it more than ready within a short time. You'll see that all students are given their tasks like I have given you, take this time to know your surroundings because your sessions here will begin with me; you've played your role in the fall of Drago Bludvist and it's now time that I give you what you need when the Hunters begin to retaliate; they're bound to come attacking for the retribution of their fallen leader. You and I will be expecting them to send a warning to us soon, I will be with Headmaster Heryal and join him with the rest of the students. Go ahead and see me whenever you're ready to work on those tracking skills of yours with Eret, because we both know what Tribe you came from; before I leave I have to mention that all students here may live at the School as their own personal study, you are no exception but you may return to your Lair whenever you desire to"

"I will, thanks Drayko" He thanked him as the Knight nodded

With that done and over with, Drayko left with Toothless following his brother while Mikekolt and Rainserviper decided to explore a little more before they begin attending their sessions here at the School of Dragons. Whatever was lying up ahead in the road to block their path, they'll bypass all who stand in their way. If those who did offer resistance to make them stop and tell them to abandon their pointless task, while also declaring that they will never allow them to continue their journey; they'll be executed on sight as Mikekolt and Rainserviper will not be denied of what fate has been decreed for them both. No one's safe while they take off to the sky and lay ruin upon wherever the Dragon Hunters roam, planning their next move in the shadows of the Archipelago

When the Dragons call out for the two of them, their time of greatest need is one flight away from rescue


This was originally one chapter before I decided to split them up in two and I think my rewrite of this story is coming out great, may be the second chapter but I'm confident that with these changes I'm making; they'll work out more than well. Although I may be disappointed that I have to change a few story elements here and there, I want you to get to know our new protagonist and make sure you know everything about Mikekolt from Curse of the Emperor's Sword as soon as possible. This story is based off the new Titan Uprising game due to the appearance of our new villains: Maeve, the Matron of Dragons and the nefarious Dragonroot Company that will soon appear

You didn't really get to see Mikekolt's flaming sword as of this chapter but that was mainly because the complaints I got were stating that he's a Gary Stu just for having a sword like that with no other one before it. Also his sword that he and his father developed had some backfiring issues that he's very cautious about, although you will see it's appearance because Bladehead's going to make the blade even better than before thanks to the upgrades he's given it. Of course being that this is Mikekolt and he has a dominance for the color green, the flames are also green

How are the flames green? Raedwit took a sample of a Night Fury's full power plasma bolt and used his alchemy to turn it green, which he decided to give Roachkolt and his son so that they can complete the Phoenixripper together; it just goes to show just how truly enigmatic that he is but also resourceful he can be. I never did show Drayko and Raedwit providing MIkekolt the flame but that's because it happened two days before the former was ready to kill Red Death. I ask you to not criticize me for Mikekolt because I'm rewriting his story and his character so that he may not be a spoiled-by-his-father Gary Stu protagonist, because it's his father whose taught him his tracking skills and how to fight

Mikekolt can fight well on his own as seen when he escaped from Chapter 24 of COTES: Rescue at Darkheart Prison. But just listen to me when I tell you this: I may not be the one to take the slightest shitpiece of criticism, but I will not challenge you to a boxing match like Uwe Boll would; do you understand me? I will say it again: Mikekolt is NOT a Gary Stu protagonist, I study various elements of things like Astrid's facepaint for Dragon Racing for example so that I can alter and give it to him

Please just don't call him that and feel free to review tell me what you think about Mikekolt as our new protagonist for this story he's telling, I'm not the one who usually asks for shit like this at all; that's all I am asking for really. I also written down Maeve's Buffalord and found out more about her character, apparently she is a vengeance driven mother who lost her child and declared that she would either rid the Archipelago of Dragons or die trying in the effort. She smashed the eggs of a abandoned Buffalord nest but couldn't bring herself to kill the last one that hatched, so she raised it and became the Matron of Dragons; there was a former leader but not in my story, she formed the Dragonroot Company and what she's doing here is rebuilding the business for the Hunters. You may now know that thanks to the HTTYD and Titan Uprising wiki, but our characters do not until she decides to tell her story to them; so it's not a spoiler, just a preview so that you hear the story from her