Hi guys. A new chapter for all of you...
Commander Chandell 919: Aw thanks... I am not the High-thrill-ride lover, so I can't ever be a "Dragon Rider." *Sniff.* After a ride, I have also fainted too (3 times to be precise. :)). So I really get it how she feels. And also I based her upon myself. :)
Anyways. Go ahead.
P.S. there is a small request at the bottom, after the chapter...
"Sadmir," Genera asked and sighed. She'd been asking her brother to let her go. "They need me there. Let me go." She kept begging him.
"No, Genny." Sadmir refused. "She told us to stay here. And we stay here." Genera tried to argue but Sadmir cut her off before she could say anything. "We owe her one." He said, pleaded, more like. "Listen, she fixed my leg. Well, it is getting fixed." He shrugged turning his foot lightly. "She helped you." He pointed to her.
There was a long silence.
"Sadmir, you don't know one thing." Genera then said. She had tears in her eyes. "She looked after us like a mother, our mother, Juvena. She just put restrictions so that we don't get hurt. Don't you get it?" She asked. "Valka wants us there. Wants me there."
"How will you go?" Sadmir scoffed then folded his arms. Agreed, he looked 'formidable' in crutches and a foot in a cast. Genera suppressed a smile. "You are scared of heights. Why, you can't even fly from the top of the nest to here without screaming. How do you think you can go?"
"I'll just have to try." The girl shrugged and dusted the pillows in Valka's room. They were clearing the bones and left over food of the cave and dusting the meagre furniture in the house, apparently having nothing to do other than wait for the mother-and-son pair to come back from the inspection. "Besides, if it weren't for you and Deran, I would have been flying like the breeze. It was after you dared me to try to jump off that stupid cliff into the sea did I suffer, back on Skarjonas." Genera frowned at Sadmir; the brother laughed.
"You could have refused." He heaved his shoulders in a exaggerating manner.
"And what? Suffer shame? No way Tartenad, I wouldn't have done that." Genera turned around and twitched her nose in Sadmir's direction. Sadmir was silent and she too didn't see his reaction.
"She was like mom." Genera's small voice rang out. "The way she patted me, then she caressed you when you were hurt, it was just her." She sniffed and wiped a few tears off her face.
"Genny," Sadmir sighed. "She isn't our Mom. She's Hiccup's. We can't stay here for long. We just will have to go soon after my leg heals." He moved his leg in response.
"Then I will have to repay her. Let me go." She placed her request again and her brother groaned.
"No, don't you see -" He was cut sharp by a roar and he looked up. His sister was fixing a saddle onto GreyBlade, his RazorWhip and she swung her weapon over her shoulder.
"I don't care what you say. I owe her and, like a Tartenad, I repay. I don't care if you wouldn't anything like that." She scoffed as she swung herself over GreyBlade. At that moment, RedCod came out of the room, clasping a book tightly under his arm.
"Hiccup?" he called out.
"He isn't here -"
"Do you want to go to him? Genera's going." Sadmir cut Genera in. The sister glared at her brother who took no notice of the reaction.
"Okay, I guess. I need to return the book to him." he flashed the book in front of the young Tartenads. The siblings looked at each other.
"Give that to me." Sadmir said as he stretched his hands and Redcod reluctantly gave the book to him. "Just go with her." He pointed to the younger Tartenad who growled in response.
"But -"
"Redcod, they are discovering new dragons." Sadmir said, without looking at his best friend, turning the pages carefully. He seemed engrossed in his own world.
"New Dragons!" Redcod's eyes widened.
"Yeah. You might get lucky to see one yourself." Sadmir lifted his head slightly and flashed his sister a victorious smile that said I am better than you at persuading people.
Genera face palmed as she urged the RazorWhip to move and then flew out.
"Go with her." Sadmir grew all serious as he spoke to Redcod. "She is reckless and stubborn. She won't listen to anyone." He focussed solely on Redcod's brown eyes. "I don't trust her. Watch out for her. She may need you."
Redcod nodded and set off on his Changewing, ClearSpy. Sadmir sighed as he got back to flipping the pages of the book. She won't listen, she'll never listen.
Hiccup had been circling the armada for quite some time now. The armada could clearly see the Nightfury, of that he was very sure. Then why weren't they attack or sending catapults to bring Toothless down? He heard the flapping of wings and, in a minute, his mother, Valka the Dragon lady, flew up beside him.
"Get back." She hissed protectively; Hiccup rolled his eyes.
"Mom -" he dragged the sound in his nasal voice. Valka always wondered about how he had got the nasal voice. She had a hard deep voice, Stoick had a gruff tongue. Then how?
Her thoughts were stopped as Hiccup swooped down and Valka followed. There were many reasons she disapproved of Hiccup flying around. First, not many tamed a Nightfury and lived to tell the tale. Second, if he was captured along with Toothless, then there would be not a chance of saving him without getting captured herself. Third, he had made new friends and she didn't want him to leave them all disappointed. She sighed in despair, her head now swirling with fights of two sides in her mind- a Viking side and a dragon side.
"Mom," a voice disturbed her. Beneath her, Hiccup waved at her. The black tail wing was shining so well that Valka couldn't believe that it was an artificial. The dragon glided below and Valka asked her son, "What?"
"There." Hiccup pointed to the first ship and Valka's eyes widened, first in fear and then in shock. The one leading the ship was a man she'd seen a long time ago- Fiery orange beard that fanned out like the rays of the sun and green eyes that stared at the pair of them appraisingly. Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk was leading his men out. Valka assumed it to be the nest; what else was there, other than proud Vikings taking over the nest and sending the Dragons fleeing out of the archipelago? It was surprising to Valka that they hadn't yet realised and, invariably, found the nest yet. She, well, Cloudjumper had found the nest so it was only evident that a Dragon could find the nest, not a Viking.
She looked at Hiccup. There was no emotion on his face. Valka could read faces well but this time she felt her knowledge was giving away. He only stared at the ship and the man on the ship. It was a moment before he swop up and away into the clouds. Valka gave out a sigh of relief and followed her son on her Cloudjumper.
"Mom, who's that?" He asked when they were fairly hidden by the clouds, away from the armada. Hiccup knew whom it was but still he wanted to know from his mother who the huge man was. He was sure that she had heard of him.
"A Viking ship setting out for the nest." Valka answered coldly. Hiccup wasn't expecting an answer like that. More like, oh, that's your father Stoick from whom we ran away just because they killed dragons. Hiccup knew his mom wasn't a Sassy person like him, a trait he discovered after discovering other dragon trainers who, right now, were resting back in their nest.
"A dragon's nest?"
The mother nodded. "Yes. Seven generations ago the Vikings first sailed into the archipelago. They had found new lands and new troubles too- Dragons. Do you remember, I told you about how the people attacked dragons and killed them?" When Hiccup nodded, having heard the story a ton of times, Valka, satisfied, continued. "They went on expeditions to find the nest of the dragons, to destroy it and bring peace once and for all. Well, that is their plan, as of now." She shrugged as she leaned and looked at the ship. Stoick's ship was in diamond formation and the chief's ship led the others. It looked so tiny from up there and so 'Formidable', although she never underestimated a Dragon hunting ship, need it be Stoick's or Drago's.
"Do we destroy it?" Hiccup asked, unsure, trying to provoke her to a softer side. Valka stared at her son, green eyes meeting green eyes. Hiccup's eyes quivered as though his expectations were about to be destroyed. The sun was lowering itself down slowly unaware of a battle going on in Valka's mind.
Don't do it. He is your husband, Hiccup's father. Don't you love them? Don't you remember the time the whole family spent together? Have you no shame?
Kill them all, the filthy Dragon killers. They don't deserve to live. They have no heart. They only kill for their need. They've killed thousands of them. They mustn't live- hypocrites.
Valka decided. "Yes we do." She glared at her son. "And you'll do it as I say. No arguments."
Of course, everyone knows what happens next. Valka kills Stoick, Hiccup destroys the ships and all of them go home happily. The End. Right? No, Wrong! I am not done yet and will not be... Hope to see you (dam real) soon. Am still working and college is vexing me out. So yeah, college stress. Writing relief and stuff. Thank the gods that he taught us to write. Where would we be if it weren't for writing, huh?
Also it would be a grave fault if I do not credit some people who have contributed indirectly to this new story. The island Draak has been taken from the story by ChaosX97's fanfiction, "A New Life for a Hiccup - rewrite" which was first written by Nightshade248 (that's her name right?) They're available in my favourite authors list. So check it out!
Also I need some help – As inspired by QueenAurora's OC from ROTDR (as she'd like to call it) Wrenlou Dreycon playing the lovely musical violin, I would like my OCs too to play an instrument. I would prefer either of the siblings to play an instrument. Which instruments and why? Tell me in the reviews
Also there are a list of my HTTYD OCs on my profile so, feel free to check it out (Mind you there are other fandom OCs in there.)
So take care. See you soon.