Two miles west from Itchy Armpit

Silent's POV

I've been with this rebellion ever since it started. My home was burned and my family was slaughtered when I was just a little girl. Ever since then, I found a female Night Fury in the forest. I trained it and gave it a name: Star. Pretty nice, huh? Oh, and speaking of names, Silent is just an alias for me. I earned it because of my stealth capability. My weapon of choice is my custom-made crossbow. But it does NOT shoot arrows. Ever since I met and trained Star, I had done a task that made me useful to the rebellion: I had learned to weaponize Night Fury plasma. Yeah, you heard that right. My crossbow could shoot plasma like a Night Fury could. But enough about me.

I was on a scouting mission with three teammates. They rode a Nadder, a Nightmare and a Stormcutter named Skystormer. I had recently heard that Skystormer and his rider, Eric, had infiltrated a base just last week. Which was why he was chosen as our squad leader for this mission. Raoul, the one on the Nadder called Sharptail, was checking his dual swords for sharpness. Beside him, his older brother Farrar had just finished equipping his fireproof armor before mounting his Nightmare, Flamestrike. I peer through my spyglass to see if any enemy forces had followed. I stop when I notice four dragons: a Nadder, a Nightmare, a Zippleback and a Gronckle, all with riders. I inform Eric of this, and he scowls. "We can't afford to be found out by the enemy." "So, what now?" I ask. "We take them by surprise. Ambush them from the clouds." "Yes, sir."

Astrid's POV

It had been at least thirty minutes into our patrol until we had been attacked. The twins had been complaining about how there was no action and explosions yet. Then, as if on cue, four of Drago's dragons dove from the clouds in a surprise attack. They all had riders. I counted a Nadder, a Nightmare, a Stormcutter, and… a Night Fury. Drago had one of the deadliest species on his side. My shock would have to wait. The figures were all armored and masked, as well as the dragons, since we could hardly make any scratches. In a flash of red, the Nightmare slams into Hookfang, sending him crashing onto an iceberg. A blue streak then sends the twins spiraling to the ground. The Stormcutter was chasing down Meatlug, while I tried as hard as I could to shake the Night Fury. A plasma blast flew too close to my ear and struck a rock formation. "Come on…" I growl, trying some evasive maneuvers with Stormfly. But the Night Fury was too fast and kept its trail on us.

Silent's POV

As Star continued to chase down the Nadder, I weave between rock formations while she unleashes a barrage of plasma bolts. These must be scouts. I thought. We can't let them live to report us to their master. I order Star to focus her attacks. Seconds later, she hits the Nadder's right wing and I hear the blonde girl screaming as they go down. Now, all four of them were stranded on the same iceberg. When we landed, the other rebels and I ordered our dragons to pin the enemy's dragons down. We had them cornered. Raoul had one of his dual swords pointed at the chubby guy's neck. Farrar had grabbed the twins by their necks and choked them lightly, in case we needed to interrogate them. I point my crossbow at the blonde girl. I assumed that was the leader. Eric stood straight and stared hard at the group under the helmet. "You don't know who you're dealing with." The girl snarled. "Nor do you." Eric replied. "Your master is not what he seems to be." The girl cocked an eyebrow, curious. "Do you want to know who he is?" Eric continued. "Well, I'll tell you. He is a monster." The girl's blue eyes suddenly widened in shock. Odd. I almost expected her to say she didn't believe us. "That's right." Eric threatened. "He is pure evil. A madman. A tyrant who dreams of conquering the world. Someone had to stand up against him. And that's where we come in. And if you're wondering…NO. We don't take prisoners, just like your master. So, prepare to enter what the locals call 'Valhalla', you servants of a demon."