A/N: [big sigh] The next time I'll probably be updating (after today) might be sometime next week (the upcoming week) or even next weekend. My mom keeps telling me to study and told me to stop typing for now. Plus she has no idea I have a Fanfic account, so… yeah. I just tell her I type stories and she doesn't say anything. In this chapter a couple of important things happen. And I didn't know Night Furies were the fastest. So sorry about that. But we don't know the speed of Whispering Deaths, so I made them the fastest. Plus they are from the movie, for those who don't know. So I wish everyone who has upcoming exams: good luck and I'll see you guys soon. =)
What no one really expected was for a snow to come down. The sky had been pretty clear as they flew. The clouds were a bit gray, but the sky was a light blue color. It had been nice. Even the wind hadn't blown too hard. Now the wind was blowing about and sent light flurries down. Now the sky was overcast and there was no trace of light blue sky left.
It even became a bit darker. Hiccup was worried that a storm would start soon and then it might be hard to fly. He glanced back at the rest of the group. Anella was leaning over and was squinting through the flurries. Behind her, Snotlout had leaned his head on her back and he seemed to be asleep. Astrid seemed to be okay. Her eyes were concentrated on the way ahead and her face was full of concentration. Fishlegs seemed a bit distracted. He kept glancing around nervously.
The twins… well they weren't paying attention too much on the way ahead, but they weren't nervous like Fishlegs. They were talking to one another and for once, weren't arguing about anything. Then Tuffnut burst out laughing (a little too loud) and Snotlout raised his head from where he slept.
"Are we there yet?" Snotlout muttered sleepily.
"No." Anella told him and glanced back to look at him.
"Where are we?" Snotlout yawned and stretched.
"Over the ocean." Fishlegs called.
"That's great." Snotlout gave out another yawn and was about to go back to sleep.
But Anella stopped him from doing so. She shook her head and told him it was his turn to sit as main rider. He gave out a dramatic sigh and Anella got up carefully. She still gripped Fireworm's ropes as she stood up and Snotlout tried to crawl under her arm into the main rider's seat.
"Fall! Fall! Fall!" Tuffnut shouted at Anella as she stood there gripping the ropes even tighter.
"Shut your mouth!" she glared at him and he immediately became quiet. Tuffnut would have continued calling out, but he remembered that Anella was half Night Fury and knew not to mess with her.
When Snotlout sat in Anella's spot, she gripped his shoulders and stepped over to where he previously sat. But all of a sudden, her foot slipped and she screamed and slipped off Fireworm. Her hand managed to grab one of the dangling ropes.
"Anella!" Hiccup cried out and even Toothless stopped flying and looked.
"I'm fine!" she called back. Fear shook in her voice. Her hands began to get sweaty and she began to slip.
Gasping, Snotlout turned around and held his hand out to Anella. Fireworm stopped flying by now and slowly she turned to see what was going on. When she saw Anella was about to fall to her death, Fireworm gasped and kept yelling at Snotlout to get her up. But Snotlout didn't understand Dragonese, so he didn't exactly understand what she was yelling at him. Anella tried to reach out her other hand and grab Snotlout's, but it was too far. He leaned over a bit more and held on to Fireworm's saddle as he did so.
She stretched her hand out more and at the same time her hand clutching the rope began to slip off more. Snotlout wasn't about to give up. Now he leaned in so far, that he looked ready to fall off. Anella clenched her teeth and struggled to get his hand.
"I'm not letting you fall!" Snotlout shouted over the loud wind that was now howling like a rabid wolf.
"It's okay! I'm going to fall. Don't rescue me! That means you too, Hiccup!" Anella shouted back as the rope began to sway along with the wind.
"But—" Snotlout stammered.
It was too late. Anella let go of the rope and fell back. Snotlout screamed and held out his hand, even though it was too late. The twins stopped talking and both watched her fall. Hiccup was ready to fly Toothless down and rescue her. But she said not to do so. Smiling, he understood why. Astrid now stood up in her seat and watched her disappear somewhere below, with a horrified expression. Fishlegs glanced at Hiccup and smiled. He knew what was happening too.
They sat there for at least a minute. Snotlout was getting teary-eyed. Hiccup watched him. Snotlout NEVER ever cried. Well except one time last year, when Fireworm stepped on his foot. Her whole weight was put down and Snotlout had cried out then. Hiccup had seen. Snotlout told Hiccup not to tell anyone, or else Snotlout promised he'd make Hiccup's life miserable.
Now Snotlout didn't seem like he cared if anyone saw. He wiped away one tear and sat there with a speechless look on his face.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of blue light from somewhere below and the air got slightly warmer from below. In a few seconds it became cold again. Snotlout's face lightened up a bit and he searched the area below for something, like Anella. Fishlegs glanced at Hiccup and both grinned. They knew exactly what was happening.
The twins and Astrid, were just as confuzzled as Snotlout. They had no idea what was going on. When Astrid glanced at Hiccup and saw his expression, she creased her eyebrows. She tried to read Hiccup's face, to figure out what he was thinking. But Hiccup only smiled at her and crossed his arms over his chest. Toothless glanced at Hiccup and then back down. His ear fins pricked upward and he cocked his head to the side. A slow smile crept onto his face.
That's when everyone heard it. The flapping of wings and a loud shriek.
"WHOOOOO!" came a loud voice and all of a sudden a beautiful, lean Night Fury flew like an arrow from down below.
Snotlout gasped as the Night Fury shot past them and turned around and flew back down toward them. Hiccup couldn't help grinning. The twins sat there with shocked faces. The light blue streak across the Night Fury's face gave it away. It was Anella.
"Hey, guys!" she grinned at them and her greenish-yellow eyes gleamed at them.
"I can understand Dragonese!" Snotlout cheered, after he heard Anella speak.
"Actually she's not speaking Dragonese. Right now she's speaking Norse." Fishlegs explained and watched Anella lash her tail happily.
Anella as a Night Fury looked exactly like Toothless, except for the streak and she had her other tail fin. But she was the same midnight blue and the same size too. Smiling, she glanced at Toothless. His eyes were really wide and he was astounded.
"So, shall we continue flying?" she asked in Norse and then asked the same question in Dragonese.
"Let's go!" Hiccup nodded and patted Toothless's side. Toothless blinked out of his daydream and nodded.
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The Green Death was watching the skies. He was waiting for Fireclaw's fireball to explode across the sky. His eyes narrowed. Earlier, he had sent out a couple of dragons to go watch the skies for him. So far no one has returned.
The Monstorous Nightmares; who he had sent out for food, hadn't returned either. Growling under his breath, The Green Death knew what happened to them. They got scared and now flew off. Most likely, they won't even return. Getting angrier, The Green Death wondered if the other dragons he had sent out would return. They better, or else I'll hunt them down. I will hunt them down and kill every single one of them. Then they'll wish on their sorry selves that they were never born. He snarled to himself and his eyes swept over the crowd of dragons below him.
Most had decided to take a nap, others were chatting with each other like old friends and the rest were waiting for The Green Death to make a move or shout out an order. The Scauldrons had crawled out of the water and sat on the shore.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The Fireball! It went off!" a couple of cries sounded from the distance and The Green Death turned his head to see the group he had sent out.
A dark smile curled on The Green Death's lips and he watched the group of out of breath dragons flutter down onto the ground at his feet. They looked up at him and waited for him to say something. The dragons who had been talking, quieted down and glanced up at The Green Death. The sleeping ones, continued to sleep.
"Excellent. The toothpick and his Night Fury have been found. When the three who I sent out, return, I'll tell them how to deal with them next. Meanwhile we need to start thinking about the viking wipeout plan. Plus we must think about the 'soundless roar'. I want to see this 'soundless roar' for myself." The Green Death bellowed.
"Uh, how do you plan to wipe out the whole population of vikings?" a small dragon asked as loud he could.
"Call me 'Your Majesty' and THEN you proceed with your question!" The Green Death roared and the small dragon trembled as The Green Death's words echoed all around.
By now all the sleeping dragons were awake and watched their leader with wide eyes.
"Yes, yes. Your Majesty, how do you plan to wipe out the whole population of vikings?" the small dragon rolled his eyes.
As that question reached The Green Death, he pursed his lips and his many eyes scanned different parts of the crowd. Smoke puffed out of his nostrils and finally all of his eyes fell on the small dragon. Then he glanced away and a sigh of relief came from the small dragon.
"We will start by doing one village at a time. I will head out and find the 'soundless roar'. Once that is found, I'll ask whatever it is to help get rid of the vikings." The Green Death replied simply.
"Uh, Your Majesty? So you want half of us to go destroy villages and the rest to go with you to find the 'soundless roar'?" someone called out.
"Why yes. Any suggestions of which village to hit first?" The Green Death watched the dragons below.
He expected village names to come at him like an explosion. But there was silence. Either all these dragons didn't know any villages, or they were just too scared to mutter out anything. Patiently, The Green Death waited.
Usually, he'd just eat them up if he was getting much too impatient. Here it was different. He needed all these dragons to help him succeed in his plan. Each and every one of them was going to help out in destroying vikings. He didn't care if they had to work their tails off day and night. He didn't care if some of them died. He didn't care if they got tired. They were going to work hard to accomplish this task.
"How about the Isle of Berk? I know there is a village somewhere on that island! Plus that's where the toothpick viking and his Night Fury come from." someone shouted.
"Perfect." The Green Death hissed.
As soon as it was decided, The Green Death began to divide up the dragon. It was time to get this plan in full gear.