Hey everyone! I know, I haven't been typing up this story, but I was in bed sick with the flu. Here is chapter 9, for the readers' convenience (wow I spelled that right for the first time. PARTY AT MY HOUSE! Guest list already full) Enjoy!
FAST FORWARD TO AFTER THE BATTLE WITH THE RED DEATH:
Dash was happy, and a bit relived. He did just kill the Queen, after all. As all the Vikings chose a dragon to ride back to Berk, the dragons were pretty reluctant (and you can't blame them), he thought. Funny, how long it's been since I thought about ripping my boy up. He helped me, and in turn I helped him.
His age old friend with the girl Hiccup liked flew up to Dash and gestured to pick him up. He nodded. Hiccup was on the Nightmare that thick, fat, rude, strange, violent... shall I go on? boy rode on, along with his father.
When, if I have a chance, can I find the rest of my species, my tribe? Oh Draconomen, please tell me, give me the answers I seek.
They flew on, but a strange feeling overcame him. Like some sort of tingle, that was fading away. Hmmm. Dash dismissed the thought. Yet the God sort of showed him he was leaving the tribe. His friend, later to be known as Stormfly, flew on.
Berk came into view, and along with it, the feeling left.
Deep in the mountain, a low rumble occurred.
The Night Furies were finally free! They howled at the ceiling. The flock stood up—and fell back down again. It took many lessons from a weak Gleam to get the black dragons moving once more.
Gleam flew out of the tunnel looking for more dragons to help her blast the tunnel to widen it. Seeing none, she flew out of the mountain. What Gleam saw nearly made her fall out of the sky, for right there on the ground was the dead Queen, still smoking. She whooped with joy and dived down to investigate. As Gleam sniffed the body, she could smell, along with a gigantic amount of Red Death fumes, a very faint whiff of a Night Furies plasma. She was shocked. I thought we were the last ones.
Gleam abandoned the carcass and flew away from the mountain, seeking the village for food.
She passed over the breeding island Red Death let all the dragons go to once a year, to see it filled with dragons already. But none thought of her as strange. Gleam continued on her journey, spotting some fish in the water.
Diving down, she snatched some up to eat. It took her most of the day just consistently fishing to satisfy her. Now all Gleam needed was a net of sorts to collect food in for the tribe.
Continuing to fly to Berk, she sat on a sea stack for a breather, eying the island in front of her. All the Vikings seemed to have built a wooden tree in the middle, with shields on it. They looked sad though. Shaking her head, since when did she care about Vikings; Gleam scanned the area thinking of the best approach.
The docks! No one is there; I could steal a few nets and be done with. Swooping low, she skimmed the surface of the water, swinging herself over a boat. A chest full of nets just sat there, as if it was waiting for her. Gleam helped herself, along with fish guts strewn everywhere.
Gathering up a few nets in her claws, she skimmed the water catching fish left and right. Using this method, Gleam quickly filled up some nets and flew back to the mountain, avoiding the breeding island. Dropping off the nets in the chamber, she flew back out. Repeating this with all the nets, the Night Furies were satisfied.
Then the only problem was getting them out of there. Maybe I could ask some of those other dragons at the breeding island.
She flew back out again, the old scar the Vikings gave her screaming in protest. Landing on a pillar a bit off shore, Gleam swam the rest of the way, getting confused and amused faces alike at her when she walked out. Walking out the rest of the way, Gleam saw a red and black Nightmare. This one will do perfect, along with a few Gronkles. They look strong enough to make the tunnel collapse. Then I'll come back with them and grab a few Zipplebacks to blast the rocks out of the way. Yep. The plan is perfect.
She walked over to the Nightmare and attempted to talk to it. Looking stiff and dignified, with her head held high, Gleam briskly explained what had happened.
"Look, Toothless, I don't have time to play games. I need to care for my hatchlings. Go back to Hiccup, I think he needs you" said the Nightmare. "Excuse me? Who is this 'Toothless'? Why am I being called 'Toothless'?" Gleam asked. He snorted. "I'm serious. Go back and leave".
This angered her. Gleam started smoking through the nostrils and mouth, evening her breath so she wouldn't overdo herself. But the Nightmare already turned his back to her.
He had hatchlings, right? Well, he might want one less if he still decides not to cooperate with me.
So she beat her wings and took off, only to land silently in the exact same spot. Slowly, carefully, she reached out her paw and snatched a kid, choking it. All eyes were on them now, parents shielding babies.
"Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Come with me and let it live, or face the consequences. Same goes for you, you, and you, along with you six" Gleam said in a bittersweet, honey like voice. Those she pointed at were three Gronkles and three Zipplebacks.
The dragon ever so slowly turned his head. All was quiet, all eyes on the three of them, the hatchling twitching and gasping in her grasp.
It won't be much longer. Sooner or later he'll have to make a choice, for his child doesn't have that long to go. And a choice he did make.
"Fine. Kill her then. I don't care" He said.
Gleam was so shocked, she dropped the child. It crawled back to its father. And died.
No longer having the leverage she needed, like one big machine, every single face turned to meet her. And they all charged.
Can anyone tell me how to do that line thing I see sometimes when I read other peoples stories? (They are really good). I will try to get back on track with the original schedule, but no promises till May. See you all Soon!