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DreamWorks Dragons: Defenders of Berk
Night Fury Down
Chapter 4
"Come on, come on! We have to find that little runt!" Savage rushed his men, pushing them further inland.
"We're getting pretty far in, do you think they'd make it this far?" A berserker asked.
"Wha'cha mean?" Savage questioned.
"Well, that Night Fury got hurt pretty bad, do you honestly think it could have made it this far into the woods?" the soldier further explained.
"You mean we missed them?!" Savage exclaimed.
"Forget about the Night Fury, it's as good as dead now." Dagur interrupted, walking calmly up beside them and continuing forward with his crossbow cocked. The men glanced at each other just as Dagur stopped and turned around.
"I'm more concerned about Hiccup, as long as he's still out there and not screaming in pain, he's a threat to us." Dagur explained before turning back around and walking forward. "Besides, if we find Hiccup, we'll find that Night Fury of his."
"What are you going to do with the boy after capturing him, sir?" Savage asked, curious as to what Dagur would do as opposed to his late chief, Alvin.
Dagur stopped in his tracks, his back to his men; his eyes were narrow as they glared ahead.
"All you need to worry about is that when we do capture that weak, fragile, little runt none of you are to touch him." He threatened before carrying on.
"Aw," one of the Outcasts stated, "But I wanted to see him squirm." He whined.
"Oh you'll see him squirm," Dagur replied in a low voice, calm and eerily defined. "I'm going to make sure he never trains dragons again."
Hiccup slid down the mossy slope and followed the sound of the rushing water. Sharpshot still clung to his arm, occasionally scrambling over onto his shoulders before going back onto Hiccup's arms. He glanced around, snarling at the distant sounds of wild dragons.
"Calm down, Sharpshot; there's nothing to be worked up about here." Hiccup reassured his little friend. He did, however, glance back from where they came; his mind constantly worrying about Toothless.
Will he be okay by himself? Will they find him?
…Is he still alive…?
Though the last question was nearly banished from his train of thought, he couldn't help but consider the possibility, no matter how much it hurt. He almost started crying again before he lifted his head and continued to stay positive.
Toothless is strong, he'll make it, he thought to himself.
As the rushing water got louder, Hiccup picked up his pace and soon enough, the river he was looking for came into view.
A sigh escaped his lips and he visually relaxed, more than happy to finally find the river. Now all he needed to do was find the plant, Beat—something, the name was weird.
"Alright, looks like a fern, looks like a fern." He said to himself as he scanned the river side for any fern-like plant. Evidently, he found one, just off to his right.
"There!" he exclaimed happily, running over and kneeling down to uproot it. A thought came to his mind and he paused.
"Wait, how do I know this isn't just an actual fern?" he questioned, looking at Sharpshot who jumped off his arm and began sniffing the plant. "Do ferns grow near water?" he asked the little Terrible Terror. He looked up at Hiccup, eyes wide; he blinked twice, continuing to stare up at his Viking.
"I guess it's do or die, huh?" The little green fella cooed at him. Hiccup grabbed the plant by the stem and pulled up, the roots soon following.
"Right, let's get this back to Toothless before it dies." He said, heading back up the river bank.
A sound in the distance caught his attention and his curiosity got the better of him. He followed it, a series of hisses and squawks that sounded as if coming from many rather than just one. Sharpshot hopped back onto Hiccup shoulders and began growling as they got closer to the sound.
Hiccup moved some leaves out of his way, the two of them walking into a small open patch. In the middle was a cage, a cage full of wild Terrible Terrors. They were obviously a group, probably got caught up in Dagur's dragon hunting party.
Sharpshot roared and raised his wings at them, startling Hiccup slightly.
"Easy there Sharpshot," he calmed the little guy down before approaching the cage and kneeling down to look at the other Terrible Terrors trapped within.
Hiccup sighed, "Looks like Toothless isn't the only dragon that needs help around here." He said to himself, glancing down at the plant in his hand. The Terrible Terrors scrambled about, climbing on top of each other to get a look at the stranger outside of the bars.
Hiccup put his hand inside his wool jacket and pulled out his dagger. He might have forgotten to bring his shield, but at least he still had his dagger. He placed the tip of the blade inside the lock and jiggled it around, his tongue sticking out every now and then as he concentrated. Soon, the lock clicked and the door opened.
Hiccup screamed from sudden fright and fell backwards as the dragons all rushed out of the cage, flying up into the sky and disappearing. Sharpshot hissed and growled at them, climbing all over Hiccup as if to warn them to stay away from his Viking.
Hiccup shook his head and sat up; bring his legs inward and crossing them. He looked in the direction the little dragons flew off to and smiled, happy to help them be free again. A thought came to mind and he furrowed his eyebrows.
Why is Dagur capturing dragons if all he wants to do is kill them? He thought. His body tensed as he figured all of this could just be a trap for him. Glancing around, he slowly stood up before running off into the brush. He slid down to the ground and lay on his belly, taking a peek out into the opening where he once was.
Nothing stirred; the only sounds heard were the chirping birds up above.
His eyelids came half way down, "I'm worrying for nothing." He said, twisting around onto his back. He looked down at the plant. "And wasting time," he stated, getting back up onto his feet and dusting the dirt off of his clothes.
"Keep looking!" a voice screamed in the distant, causing Hiccup's head to bolt up and his body to tense again.
"That sounded like Savage." He concluded.
"They've got to be around here somewhere!" the voice screamed again.
Hiccup crawls down the slope to stop at a bush and peek through. There ahead of him was the Berserkers, Outcasts, Savage and Dagur. There were at least thirty of them, maybe forty five; he couldn't really tell since they were scattered throughout the trees.
"Oh Hiccup!" Dagur yelled with a singing voice. "Come out, come out where ever you are!" he shouted as if Hiccup was nearby; unknowingly, he was.
"Come on little Hiccup, we won't bite." Dagur teased some more.
"But I thought you said we were going to hurt him?" one of the Berserkers questioned. Dagur looked back at him not amused.
"Somebody punch him for me." He stated nonchalantly. The man got at least ten different smacks before falling on the ground.
Hiccup narrowed his eyes at Dagur, hatred building up inside. That man was responsible for what happened to Toothless. And he was going to pay for it.
A.N.
Alright, everything is going according to the outline, YAY! I'm organized!
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