New CHAPTER means new PROBLEMS!

So yeah, I got put on a very important project a few weeks ago, only on the friday of the week I started to have my grandmother pass away. Yeah, life's a bitch, let's move on.

The twin to this story won't be up soon, likely at all, because of the amount of shit that I plan on throwing into it is larger than the amount of shit I plan on throwing into this one. You will see how big this shit is going to be by the end of this chapter, and that's only if you didn't pay attention to the last one. And trust me, shit blows up here.

I am running low on reviews. If I'm doing a good job tell me, if I'm doing a bad job and you want to beta, tell me. I do this for YOU people! You make me feel like shit when all I get back is silence!

Now that I feel my rage and disappointment gone Let's get on with the story!


The two weeks since the desolation of the Bear Raiders was spent acclimatizing the outskirt residents to the minions and preparing them for their new lives and growth while attempting to prepare for a decent showing for Princess Katherine and her assassination. Going in blind isn't something anyone wanted to do since they didn't have spies, or the greens, inside to feed them information. Oh well, no plan survives first contact anyway.

They also welcomed in Death Wing and Saphira's first clutch of hatch-lings: Aurora, Targon and Spyro with Aurora as the only female. Both Aurora and Targon rad a greater resemblance to their father than their mother. *1

Aurora was overall and olive-green color and the size of a large dog. Her nose and jaws jutted out from her face like any common reptile with her nostrils taking on the look of a cats. Bone-like stubs poked out from the ridges of her eyebrow line and along her tail. The claws she sported on her arms and legs were stubby and would likely get longer and sharper as she grew. Her wings were larger for her size, most likely to help her power through the air and control her self in-flight, but the membrane of her wings looked as brown as sand or topsoil. She also had a cautious look in her golden eyes. She would grow to be built for power not speed.

While Targon was similar to his sister he couldn't be more different. His scales were a deep red and had claws sharp enough to tear through his shell when he hatched. His bone like protrusions began at his nose however and continued up his forehead and down his neck to shoulders and began again at where his tail met the base of his spine to the tip. The membrane of his wings were black on both sides and looked to be built for long distance flight like his sister. Hie golden eyes and disposition had a lot more defensive/aggressive undertone to it. As evident by nearly biting off Ormagodden's hand after hatching. Despite being smaller that his sister (by a few centimeters at most) he had a lot more power than her that he was completely willing to use.

Spyro was the real shocker of the three. Dragons, like humans, had a growth system that helped identify how old they were; if it wasn't for the fact that Spyro was the size of a house-cat they would have thought of him a teenager. A smooth frame designed for speed like Saphira with rich purple scales cover his whole body. He also had a bright yellow fin from his crown to the tip of his tail between a set of fully formed long, yellow, pointy, horns and spikes on either side of his fin at his tail. On each of his paws was a set of yellow claws. His wings were also yellow with an orange membrane. This was all taken in with effort, but the real shockers came from his eyes which seemed more human in comparison to his siblings (like his mother), and the fact the he was the only one who could speak actual words. Death Wing was gobsmacked and couldn't get out a word after Spyro called him Papa.

Aside from that, the caravan of ten wagons was made from the materials around the area around the ghost town and pulled by four horses each. After they loaded the supplies they could spare for the trip, and the minions in case of potential attacks, they left through the town fountain gate.


-In the Ghost Town-

The ghost town hasn't changed much since the raider slaughter. Every now and then someone, or something, with enough life-force to activate the sensors would stumble through the area and have their life-force harvested from their still living bodies. Then a minion team would sweep the area and distribute the spoils amongst each other, or take it back to help the Overlord and the still building town. The concept of teamwork had to be beaten into their heads several times, sometimes being used as the weapon of punishment by the Overlord or Gnarl when he got tired.

As the caravan leaves the portal, the alarms recognize them and shut down. When they leave the former towns perimeter the alarms and sensors turn back on allowing the caravan to continue Northward to Castle Wyvern.


-Two Days Later-

After two days of Scottish countryside the caravan enters the land of rocky slopes. This area has usable dirt roads, but the trees on the high ground make it a perfect ambush location so everyone was on edge.

'Ahh this brings back so many memories. Leaving a squad of Greens to attack unwary peasants, nobles and bandits who thought that they could get away with stealing what was rightfully yours to steal master. Their cries of surprise and futile attempt to escape as their friends died in agony. Good times.' Gnarl said wistfully.

'You really need to get out more Gnarl.'

'I'm too old to go out and kill something worthwhile now Ophelia.'

'Not what she meant Gnarl.' Eddie said with a groan.

"Whatever. Is there anything you can tell me about castle Wyvern," *burp' "or why Spyro had to come along again?" he groaned. The little terror pops up from his shoulder and crawls into his lap looking out at the road.

'Because as a hatch-ling Spyro needs to bond with someone early so his full potential can be realized. Plus with how excitable he is, he could cause all subtle mayhem, which could give whoever we can get, as our potential spy, ample time to set up the local regents for their eventual downfall.'

Ormagodden absorbed all of this as he pet Spyro causing him to let out a rumbling purr. 'Just make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble. Overlord or not, Saphira would kill you if something happened to him.' Heather reminded. "Relax what's the worst that could happen?" *sigh 'Famous last words sire.' "What do you mean?" That's when he notices he's stroking empty air.

Looking down he finds Spyro missing. Looking up and around, he sees the spade of his tail disappear into the treeline. "Damn." 'Told you so!' "Stow it Gnarl! HALT!" As the small caravan comes to a stop, Miraak and Konohrik comes to his side as he gets out of his carriage.

"What happened?" Miraak asks.

"Well, it seems our playful little tag-along decided to take a stroll through the woods. And I don't know about you, but having a mother,who is a several ton flying fire breathing lizard and entrusted her kid to you, mad at you because you don't know where said kid is, isn't good for my health. So we're going to find him." He sarcastically replies.

"And who will watch the minions while you're off to save a dragon?" Asks Konohrik.

"You will Konohrik. Let's go Miraak and find the little Nightmare."

"Have fun Kon!" Miraak waves as they walk away. As they left Konohrik observed the caravan, to find the minions goofing off, fighting each other as others cheered on, or drinking their rather small minds away. "Well... Shit."


-With Ormagodden and Miraak-

Since Miraak was so attuned to magic it made tracking Spyro through the foliage much easier, but that didn't make getting through the foliage easy. "Maybe you should set up a minion gate and turn this place into a logging site." "I'm considering it. Just focus on finding the little terror." he grumbled as they hacked their way through the woods.

As they continued to make their way through the woods they missed the warning signs tell them to 'Stay Away' and 'Leave and never Return' under severed heads.

After ten minutes they come into a clearing of a single floor cottage surrounded by an iron gate, beyond that was upturned soil in a fifty foot diameter of the gate. They spotted Spyro flared up and growling as if to attack whatever was in front of him at a moments notice.

"Miraak?" "Give me a moment." Miraak lifts up his staff, the orb facing the cottage, and lets out a pulse of mana. Almost instantly, a network of sickly green and purple energy can be seen on the ground around the fence with blue 'flames' glowing brighter in different spots.

And there were a lot of them.

"Well it seems whoever lives here wants their property well protected."

"Yeah but who lives here?"

"A necromancer like myself. But an amateur at best. The draugr at the tower are well maintained. And the spells that keep them 'alive', so to speak, allow them some level of conscious thought. The ones here are at least a year old." he pointed out to the open field. "See how some of the 'flames' burn at medium height, but others are near non existent." Ormagodden nodded at the observation. He could see quite a few flames that could go out if he simply breathed on them. "Yeah?" "If they were to rise, they would simply start falling apart from lack of proper protection to themselves. Most of these bodies have been here for years and have thoroughly decayed because of it. The medium strength flames are the ones we need to worry about."

Ormagodden began to contemplate this. On one hand: the valuables in a necromancer's lair, no matter how lacking, are riches seen only once in a generation, on the other hand: the downfall of an enemy one doesn't know requires caution and time to prepare, time that would be lost trying to find out whatever's in there!

'Master you know that most mages have wards to alert them of anyone who is entering or has entered their territory?'

'So, if you leave, chances are they won't be here when you get back?'

'Precisely mistress.'

"Damn. Now we have to go in there." he said throwing up his hands in frustration.

"Spyro seems to agree." Looking over he saw Spyro preparing to charge the cottage. Before he could take off, Ormagodden grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and glared hard into his eyes.

At the sight of his glare, Spyro curled into himself in submission. Seeing that the little terror wasn't going anywhere Ormagodden put him on his shoulders. He then turned to Miraak. "Is there anyway to get through this without setting it off?" "The spell I cast keeps the spell matrix on the ground visible for a few minutes. As long as we don't step on any of the lines it shouldn't activate."

With that in mind Ormagodden stepped forward while avoiding any of the lines. Seeing that nothing happened, he continued forward with Miraak following close behind. Spyro's agitation was shone clearly as he growled at every corpse pit they passed, puffing out smoke from his nostrils as a means of showing off his fearlessness of the dead but only pissing Ormagodden off until he received the glare again.

After they passed the trapped graveyard and opened the gate, they found the cottage to be simple in design and structure at about 800 square feet all around*2 with few windows and only two doors.

After checking for more traps they open the front door. Now the cottage was pretty sparse. Due to not having any walls, they can see a kitchen area by a back window, a dining table on the far left side with three chairs, a bookshelf next to a fireplace and a lounge chair on the right side and a bed behind the door.

After they enter Miraak goes to the bookshelf while Ormagodden and Spyro went to the kitchen. After ten minutes of searching they're about to call it when Spyro leaps from Ormagodden's shoulders and dives for the bed; pawing and scratching at the frame as if trying to get under it before leaping at the bookshelf and doing the same to a corner lining the wall.

Looking towards each other, Ormagodden and Miraak share a look before Ormagodden stepped back to the door and conjured a minion gate and summoned 20 browns before having them move the bookshelf. Behind it was a fake wall which gave in to reveal a set of stairs leading down. Seeing Spyro getting 'fierce' while facing down the stairs, Ormagodden placed him on his shoulder before having ten browns watch the top floor before pulling out his axes and heading down with Miraak and the other ten browns close behind.

After a short flight, they find themselves in front of a wooded door. After stepping inside Miraak lit the orb of his staff alight revealing a dungeon/lab/torture room.

Gnarls tone was almost whimsical. 'Now this person has taste. All it needs is blood splatters and a few half rotten corpses and it would be perfect.'

'Gnarl I'm going to drown you in boiling oil if you paint another image like that in my head again.'

The room itself wasn't overly grand. The entire space,seemingly dug out, only equated the space of the top floor. The ceiling had multiple sets of iron shackles hanging from it. In the far right corner sat a pair of tables pushed against each wall with a few unlit candles and open books on top of each one. On the wall opposite of the stairs was a coffee table next to a chair with a few bowls with mixing tools for alchemical agents, as well as surgical tools. On the far left wall was a metal cage barely large enough for a full grown person with clumps of hair sticking out fro it.

Hearing metal chains rattling, Miraak made the light brighter revealing a woman inside the cage, her extremely long blond hair taking up most of the room in it.

'Wow. That is a lot of Hair.' Heather's awe palpable through the link.

'You got that right.' Ormagodden thought as he continued to observe the woman, or rather, what was left of her. Her body was curled into a ball so small he would think her a child if the length of her limbs didn't give her away. Her skin was pale, likely from not having seen the sun in years, and covered in dirt and grime. Her frame was thin and bony from lack of food and dehydration. When she finally opened her eyes, her eyes, it was as if all the honest hope in the world was lost in a pit of sadness, despair and resignation to a pitiful death that she seemed to long for. Whoever kept her here for whatever reason was going to die. That was a promise. Of her entire being, the only piece of her that looked cared for at all was her hair!

Approaching the cage Ormagodden kneeled in front of it to get a better look at the woman's face, only to get an aggressive hissing from a chameleon that seemed to make itself visible from within the folds of the woman's hair near her face. It had its tail curled up but he guessed it was the length of his forearm. It had brown eyes and seemed to be frowning at him. 'That can't be right.' Ignoring that, it also backed into the woman's waiting hands, never once loosing eye contact with him.

"What do we do now?" Miraak asked as he brought the light level down to keep from harming the increasingly fragile woman. "Whoever has her locked up here is obviously coming back." At that she flinched and looked ready to cry.

Ormagodden rolled his eyes. "Why thank you for that obvious bit of insight." Miraak held up his empty hand in response. "All I'm saying, is that if you plan on doing something make it fast. I don't want to be here for when whoever the hell lives here comes back."

Ormagodden had to concede to his point. Time was not on their side right now since they didn't know how much of it they had. They didn't know her. She could be part of a bargain, a criminal prisoner, or any number of things! But if she was a slave, then she didn't deserve to be there.

Switching his focus back to the woman who looked to come back from her small episode he asked "Are you a slave in this place?" She looked ready to cry again as if just realizing how hopeless her situation was, the chameleon getting into an aggressive pose only furthered its peculiarity. He could barely hear her answer 'yes' from the obvious weakness in her voice.

That's all he needed to hear. With a mental command he had his remaining browns pick up the cage making it clear that NO harm was to come to the girl inside it lest they be used as chew toys for the ALL future hatchlings for the rest of their lives. Taking the extra care, they didn't know they had, to carry the cage up the stairs without jostling it at all as slowly as possible.

Miraak came up to his side as the cage disappeared up the stairs. "Are they here yet?"

"No. So we better hurry and be done with this place as soon as we can." The urgency as it was said as well as the white knuckles holding his staff making his nervousness clear that they were on the clock.

"Not yet." Miraak only looked at him as if he was mad. He was ignored as he began to scratch Spyro's chin eliciting a gentle purr. "First we send a message."


-2 Hours Later-

Standing in the clearing now was a woman of above average height with aging features. Her dark curly had lines of grey that showed her age but didn't take away from her beauty. Her red dress was embroidered with flowers and hung off her shoulders displaying a generous amount of her cleavage and accentuated her lovely curves around her bust and hips. Her hands were curled into a fist at her side, her knuckles white and blood dripping down as evidence of her anger.

She marched forward to the clearing displaying the burning bodies of all her former servants of the dead. She marched to a decrepit looking tree with a depiction of a tortured soul seeming to want to escape from the trunk itself that was hidden away in the forest behind her now ruined cottage.

She held up a bloody hand to the tree as dark purple flames sprung up around her and started to burn the tree down. When the tree was finally nothing but a pile of ashes, she pooled the flames from her body into her single outstretched hand and let it fall into the pile. As the flame disappeared, the ashes seemed to spring to life and start forming a body. Over the course of minutes a man's form took shape from the ashes, bones, muscles, flesh, hair, clothes and finally eyes devoid of all life.

The process complete the woman brought her hand back to her side and gave her order to the man clad in stealthy leather armor. "You get your wish to see My flower again." She lifted the chin of the crouching man to reveal hallow eyes on his youthful face. "Now go bring her Back to ME!"


Cliffhangers are a bitch! I KNOW! But this is as far as I could get! My ideas are getting harder and harder to form proper content, and if you can't guess who these figures are, watch more movies.

This is a heads up, I CAN'T DO FIGHT SCENES! If you would like to help with that please feel free to leave me a PM.

I'm going to have a poll on my page soon about what other dragons will be seen in this story, but only if you can provide them for me, or any other poll that you feel I should have for this stories events. The only thing off the table will be the Harem list for Hiccup. That's already decided.

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