(A/N: This is the last of the chapters that revolve around the Brotherhood Arc as he finally got what he came looking for, now it's only a matter of time before they get right back on track to the main threat on the horizon at hand. This shouldn't really last very long to begin with as it should end right here as to be expected, oh and I've been waiting to do something for awhile that may end up poking some holes in Vengeance on Primal Twilight; but then again Mikekolt wore his Dragon Scale Armor throughout the entire time so there's that settled. He's really gonna need a prosthetic after what happens to the interosseous part of his left arm though. Enjoy)
As Mikekolt felt ready to let go of his safety net that was warm comfort of Rainserviper's scaly and quill adorned serpent body, he kicked the doors open where he walked in afterwards; he then saw the fate of his half-brother right before his eyes. The entire room was large and round shape with aquaduct shaped archways all over as the entire sky was a very dark thunder grey with some lighter trout grey in the distance, followed by the glowing sun that was peaking through the thick clouds of the afternoon; but it looked like Drayko and the others were just a few miles away as he collapsed onto his knees, too focused on the fate that was now revealed to him
"Breyerkolt..." Mikekolt brokenly stated upon seeing his Half-Brother, it has been far too long since they have last met; it has been one hell of time getting here to save him from all further eternal punishment and torment by the hands of the Priest of Bolverk. He realized all he wanted back was within his reach, his years without him had not delivered him from his pain and never did it ease the burden of his failures from the past; but thus, Breyerkolt was now found and it did not look like he had much time left just as his late grandfather told him before tuberculosis had taken his life. He had never believed that he would come to look like this before, a real and true fearsome warrior that would give the Dragon Hunters nightmares should they even lay their eyes upon what he's become:
Breyerkolt's choppy layered mullet had grown tremendously but the front of his hair remains the same as the flattop was barbed forwards and upwards like quills, having a much more red tint to his black hair from the years that went on; he featured the same dark manchester tan skin as he did and he was a speck shorter than him, but nevertheless looked like he was his older half-brother when they were the same age. He was naked on the upperchest which exposed his tattoos and the heated barbed whip lash strikes that were done against him, next he wore some ripped baggy pants with some ebony black that featured a faint brushed golden bronze undertone along with a very dark crimson and very deep maroon color; just like the darkblood used for his tattoos. He had a thick wrestler's belt studded with quite some deadly and bloodstained pyramid shaped all around, with a large pointed edge square shaped buckle that featured the same jackal as seen on his shield with the exact same ram horns on his barbute helmet as well. His twice as large twin layered beaked shoulder which featured the barking jackal, his battleskirt found around the sides; greaves and vambraces all featured the same darkblood color with a brushed golden bronze for the outline edges. His tattoos featured a simple pattern: ribbed ram horns that curved over his shoulders and on his upper chest, twin gashes crossing each other on his stomach and thick twin gashes that went diagonally downwards against both of his eyes through his cheeks before stopping when they reached the top of the ram horns; the rest consisted of battlescars that looked natural like x-crossed ones on his legs, and colossal clawmarks found on his arms to biceps. Like him he has begun to have a half-brawny build on him and it seemed that time was being kind to him thankfully. Finally, he was bathed in some dried blood from the years of torment and had both of his arms hanging towards the sides; both of his arms were chained inside of two massive rock gauntlets with the darkblood colored bandage wrappings on both his arms and lower legs, although it looked like both of his now seemingly cataract like eyes were now a trout grey color with snow white pupils to attribute to how long he's tortured for
There was no time to spare now as the doors closed on him from behind and looked at the left where there were two aged chains on both sides, he threw two of his projectile axes at the chains that binded him to hang from the rock on the ceiling; breaking them and shattering his left gauntlet since he was more of a right hand person just like him. Next he proceeded to take off his upper tunic and layed them underneath him, before he then used his Shield and ran to shatter the other rock that held him in the air. Mikekolt ran below him just in time in order catch him as the chains slipped through freely, grabbing his fallen body before slowly laying him down to the ground as he took his upper tunic back. It was then that he began to speak to his fallen brother who was huskily but heavily breathing out
"You are free now, brother..." Mikekolt spoke in his husky but calm voice that Breyerkolt heard from him, recognizing him as his lost half-brother who had tried to save him years before. However this was not a happy reunion as he began to laugh before angrily stifling, shortening his deranged mocking laughter and finally letting out his growling yell; angrily grabbing him by the shoulder guards and bringing him closer to his face
"FREEDOM? You let this happen to me, you were supposed to stop him and rescue me!" Breyerkolt's less huskier and gravellier voice screamed at him
"Our grandfather is dead and Roachkolt hid the map to your location with my Shield I made in your image, brother. Rainserviper and I came here for you alone, no one else" Mikekolt explained to him as Breyerkolt now spoke more calmly with his broken breathing
"Did you think I would forget how you couldn't recover from that punch to the skull? Did you think I would FORGIVE you for believing in the lies of the others that I was dead?" Breyerkolt asked him as he did not respond, he was taught by him to keep fighting until his final breath yet he ended up being unable to get right back up from that; he might have been like him but he's suffered worse than that: "I will NEVER forgive you... brother" Breyerkolt threatened in his ear
"Then we have nothing more to-" Mikekolt was interrupted when Breyerkolt slammed his gauntlet on the ground
"Nothing to hold back?! Then we'll settle the blood in the dust with this, you and me; no one else, now come on and fight me!" Breyerkolt stood up just as Mikekolt did the same thing, he was ready to fight but not with his own power; he slammed his right gauntlet and let out a slobbering growl as if he was half animal
Breyerkolt's Rock Gauntlet was sharply edged on the knuckles and appeared to have some of it's surfaces look like they had some pieces chipped off, albeit smoothly like polygonal edges while the front was shaped like a fist; pointed forwards on the knuckles and looking blunt to beat someone to the bloody pulp half to death, featuring a rough labradorite texture as well as it was smooth until reaching beyond the halfway point. The rest of the gauntlet featured a design looking like very big tree roots were crossing each other, wrapping around the entire arm itself. Finally, it looked like a rusted version of unknown to Mikekolt to say the Gauntlet of Frynir as these gauntlet like weapons all had the satisfying bone crunching sounds when staving someone's face in; they just all sounded like the soothing and natural sound of flesh being ripped in massive chunks of quantities, that's how he always felt they all had
Mikekolt brought out his Shield as his half-brother came charging towards him to punch him in the skull, see if he'll just lay there instead like he did before after he crashed into the walls of the Armory at their home. He was instead parried before being bashed across to the sides, afterwards being punched and beaten with his bare fists; swinging a uppercut against his chin and landing two strikes against both of his sides, is this the brother he knows or has he chose to fuck out on him by holding back?
He swung his right arm gauntlet against him a few times in the face and skull as he then tackled him to the ground, proceeding to pound him until he flipped him to the side and began to do the same to him; although these punches were weak and these smashes he was preforming against his chest weren't what he expected from him, he's holding back his strength just so he wouldn't hurt him too much. That is exactly what he's doing and he was not going to allow that to happen, he launched him off with a kick that sent him against the wall; before flying forwards to smash his gauntlet through as Mikekolt dodged and landed a spinning kick to his leg, immediately being rammed with his Shield afterwards before he blocked it and slid backwards. Now they were in a weapons lock, Mikekolt could not defeat him; he had to let him win and there was just no other choice left
Breyerkolt threw him off and delivered a headbutt against him, throwing some dust in his face to blind him afterwards; shoulder charging against his body before being thrown to the ground, stomping on his chest repeatedly until he was pulled to the ground. His brother that he fought then threw him off to the side and heavily smashed his gauntlet against his back to really make it hurt. His spine was feeling some pain but he could care less about deliberately letting him kick his ass until he was well bruised in the back and literally on his ass, of course every now and then he countered his attacks by parrying his gauntlet; landing a mighty kick to send him up against the wall
Breyerkolt smashed the ground before grabbing a large chunk of rock for him to carry as he threw it against his half-brother's left arm, hearing the sound of his left arm breaking before he tackled him to the ground once more; smashing his gauntlet onto his less dominant arm to further harm him and even landing a powerful stomp against him, however that alone did not stop Mikekolt from retaliating. He kicked him off and charged into him, carrying him by his chest before throwing him against the locked doors that had Rainserviper slithering away from the brawl that took place; taking off through the aquaduct archway down to where he could see them fighting. It was not looking good at all but Mikekolt was deliberately doing this on purpose, he was letting him win even after all of the beatings he was getting from him; looks like now the fight was about to come to an end as this happened next
He threw one of his projectile axes in an overhead arc against him which managed to send him to the ground, but not enough to really do any major damage to him; Breyerkolt let out once of his slobbering half-animal growl before throwing some more dust into his face, and charging into him as Mikekolt struggled against the might of the resentment driven brother that he didn't want to abandon all those ages ago. He kneed him in the stomach and ran to a wall where he proceeded to knee him directly in the face, kicking him afterwards in the skull as his half-brother recovered from his assault and threw Mikekolt into some thorns that had him stabbed in the back; making him bleed as if he wasn't bleeding by now
He struggled to free himself as he managed to free his shoulder and leg, yanking forwards on his back as he then fell to the ground; he can fight Breyerkolt no more as he limped up to the staircase and to the front doors, he just wanted to see Rainserviper right away. "Return to me, coward!" He screamed at him, using the same words he did when he turned their training session into a chase. Mikekolt was through with fighting and just wanted to stop
This did not matter once to Breyerkolt as he once again blinded him with dust before he got and grabbed him directly by the chest, running towards the front wall where he smashed his head against the wall five times before smothering his face on the stone ground where his blood stained the floor; he lifted him once more and crashed right through the front wall of the tower where they both fell to the entrance, of course he continued to smash his face in plently of times before sending his fist directly into his face just as they land to further hurt him. Breyerkolt's Rock Gauntlet was beginning to chip apart into pieces
"You ABANDONED me, you left me for dead!" Breyerkolt yelled as Mikekolt attempted to grab his shoulder guard, only for him to continue his slobbering half animal growl and beat him to a very bloody pulp half to death. Mikekolt could do nothing but let him punch him directly in the skull just as Alesandric did to him, smashing his face against both of the sides and bathing his face in his own blood. "Get up, fight me now!" He demanded but Mikekolt was in the mood to continue hurting his brother, especially now as Breyerkolt saw that he was not cooperating with him; further beating him half to death as he targeted his chest as well, roaring all the way as his slobber that landed on him turned to blood that he coughed up from his mouth at the torment he's suffered for too long: "I hate you so much, Mikekolt!" His brother looked him in the eyes and gave out a defiant grunt, spitting him in the left eye before he ended it all with a final blow that broke his face; splashing his blood into an entire lake that was enough to attract those who flew nearby
Breyerkolt's Rock Gauntlet finally fell apart and now his right arm was free, perhaps now he can make his brother fight him like he expects him to; but instead he was interrupted when Alesandric the Priest of Bolverk grabbed him by the back and walked over to the edge of the island that was about to collapse due to the beatdown he gave him. Mikekolt rolled upwards and stood from his knee as he saw him angrily drag his half-brother over to the seas, holding him over the edge before declaring to him: "YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER MIKEKOLT, NOW YOU WILL SUFFER FOR IT!" Alesandric declared as he proceeded to jump off
"ARRGGHH! Get your hands off me, Mikekolt!" Breyerkolt called after him, forgetting his anger and begging for him to be saved by the same man he called a brother; now the same man he beaten to a very bloody pulp half to death, will he ever forgive him for that? As his vision was beginning to leave him, Mikekolt shakily stood up and limped towards the edge just as Drayko and the others landed in time to see him leaving the island
Drayko saw his student slowly limping forwards towards the edge as it all reminded him about himself after he defeated the Infernal Colossus of the Thunderbay Tribe, but he took the hit for one of his warriors by a fallen pillar and was actually smashed by both that and it's fallen hand. Here he was getting beaten until his blood was formed into a lake for the others to follow his scent to this god forsaken place, he wasn't going to interfere just yet as he heard about him when he first met Mikekolt; saying that he had a half-brother but lost him a long time ago. He wasn't going to lose him to Alesandric and he will save him, however he then fell to his knees and lurched forward towards the ground; throwing up and vomiting a deadly mountainous cascading amount of his redblood onto the ground, the support of his arms did little to stop his weakening strength and could not let him stand properly on his feet. He was doomed right from the beginning, he should've just asked his father if his half-brother lived so that he could save him earlier. Mikekolt's vision faded and thus his cursed fate trapped him inside of his mind, falling to the ground and continuing to bleed out into a puddle around him; but Drayko had no intentions on letting him rest just yet, he had other plans in mind
Removing his gauntlet and exposing his hand he brought out not only a bag along with a tube, but his Silver Knife as well since he possessed the darkblood in his veins; this was his backup plan in times like these since Mikekolt was very close to the edge where the bluffs of death awaited and beckoned for him to succumb to his scars. "What the hell are you doing Drayko?" Axethor asked uneasily, not wanting to see his best friend have to die on him
"Balancing the disorder and chaos within" Drayko responded with a cryptic answer that not only Toothless but also the Dragons understood, he stuck a tube into Mikekolt's open scar on he got from his brawl against his half-brother before grasping his Silver Knife; slowly ripping his hand open before pouring his own blood into the bag, this was more than enough to have him survive but also give him power like he did as a gift from him. He pumped his blood into Mikekolt's veins and preformed his darkblood transfusion, which was making itself known by most of the wounds healing themselves; Rainserviper flew and landed near him as he was struggling to wake up, there were some twitching movements that indicated struggle and eventually feral like breathing that was tame but threatening
The darkblood transfusion was completed as although Mikekolt's new powers and abilities have not manifested just yet, it would have to do for now as he reawakened albeit with a bit of bleeding slobber leaking from his mouth; he began to make a run for it before jumping off the edge with a leap into the air, as Rainserviper took him upon his back to follow the path where the final resting place of Alesandric the Priest of Bolverk awaited them. The scent of his half-brother's blood were going to lead them exactly to where their final battle was about to take place, although they could not let either of them see them as they must hide within the clouds; Breyerkolt must've still hated him for letting him win because he doesn't feel like he deserved that triumph over him, and Alesandric believed him to be dead after what his brawl in the tower
"I'm going after him, I don't want to see my friend get hurt by that Priest" Axethor stated as he mounted onto Vulcanus
"This is not a fight to interrupt, it's between him and his failures of the past; go if you must but even Breyerkolt knows that you did nothing to save him either since you told me that you were there as well" Drayko crossed his arms
"Alright I give, I lied about seeing him be taken away; I just thought he was done for and there was no saving him, I was afraid that I would end up like him. But I am not a coward!" Axethor revealed the truth to Drayko and the others, as Vulcanus rubbed his head against him for comfort
"Thanks for telling me the truth, now I have even more of a reason not to bring you with me on missions like these" Drayko sarcastically replied, knowing that he really didn't mean it but just liked to act like an asshole regardless
Nevertheless, Axethor took off to the skies to follow and pursue after his best friend as he was not willing to let his best friend die; although he did have some questions in his head that even he was not willing nor prepared to ask: Did the brothers really have powers that came from getting even a drop of Dragon's blood in their veins?
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Thanks to the darkblood that now ran through his veins and was given to him by Drayko who preformed a blood transfusion just to save him, Mikekolt jumped off from the back of his bud Rainserviper and dived towards the edge of the canyon; bringing out Tiburonkolt's Tomahawk before stabbing into the wall of dirt where he slid downwards for a moment before stopping altogether. He scaled the wall and moved to the left in order to reach the overarching cliff that went dangerously outwards, below lied the sea and that impact was enough to drown someone who couldn't swim; he and his brother knew damn well how to swim and they're not gonna drown in the ocean below them. Speaking of which he climbed for awhile until Mikekolt could see both Breyerkolt and Alesandric in a weapon's lock, as his brother was using his hands to keep the Priest of Bolverk's crosier away for him long enough to throw him over the cliff. Mikekolt continued to climb until he heard his half-brother declare this:
"You no longer have power over me and neither my fate, Alesandric!" Breyerkolt venomously spewed against the Priest, who was more angered over the fact that this warrior was not the one that the oracle proclaimed to him; he threw him off and kicked him over the edge where he could only hang on to the edge of the cliff
"You are not the rising warrior who will bring destruction to the men of this Archipelago, the oracle had lied and delivered a false envisage to fool me" Alesandric proceeded to leave him, knowing full well and expecting that Mikekolt had come kill him; Breyerkolt couldn't hold on much longer as his brother called out to him
"I'm coming for you brother, hang on!" Mikekolt rushed his way over from the cliffside of this rock they stood on, and were about to fight together on; he furiously climbed from the walls and reached over the overhanging ledge, rushing over to the tip before grabbing Breyerkolt's right hand. He tried to pull him up but slipped further over the tip and had to use both of his arms to pull him back onto the ledge, including his left arm that was ready to be replaced with a prosthetic
With his strength he pulled Breyerkolt over the edge and done the impossible, he had saved his brother from death and thus caused the failures of his past to cease; everything was now in his grasp, they were nearly there as he offered his hand to him. Letting him decide that if he wanted him to help him up to the ground, Breyerkolt had not forgotten the brotherhood they both had together and because he saved him earlier; they had a enemy that was in need of some serious ass whooping, but not with their separate numbers alone. He grabbed him by his hand and was helped upwards to stand on the ground, even with their wounds they stood tall and would continue to fight until their final breath; no one will stop them now. Especially as he recalled this from their childhood
"A fearsome warrior does not let his back fall to the ground beaten, right brother?" Breyerkolt asked him
"I will not lose you again Breyerkolt, now come with me; the fight is not over until this war has been won by the both of us!" Mikekolt gave him his word as he handed him his Shield and his original sword, the latter was for him to keep as he'll get himself an new sword that will be made in the image of both his brother and his ancestor Tiburonkolt. In the meantime he has his ancestor's tomahawk with him, if he had a son then that will be his name and yes his ancestor had a nickname which was a portmanteau of both his and his father's name: "Tiburoachkolt (TIE-BUR-ROACH) the Trapper of Deception" due to not truly being a Dragon Trapper as they came for their knowledge, not for their business
Now truly rescued from his bindings and saved by his brother who had not abandoned him as he angrily believed out of madness, the now reunited Castlekroftservkhall Bros. traversed the pathway to where Alesandric was waiting for them both; it was time to stop him from capturing any more children whose oracle foretells all of these lies to him, although was this oracle truly evil in a way or was it being forced against it's will? They best not dwell on that thought any longer as they were nearly there at the end, all they had to do now was to jump down to large arena that will serve as their final confrontation against the same man they both shared their own hatred against
The arena where Alesandric stood with his crosier at the northern edge featured wide space all around with a large disc in the middle that was comprised of bricks, there were some tiny castle battlement walls surrounding the outer edges with flags blowing from atop the spears that had no pointy tips on the top; they were placed on each of the borders all in a pattern of sorts that did not interfere with the ones who were fighting in this makeshift arena. There is large rocky walls that border everything else though so at least there's that, plus Alesandric was strong enough to smash his opponents enough to seriously wound them to the point of needing some medical attention. The two brothers dropped down and stepped forward as Mikekolt spun his tomahawk around while Breyerkolt was ready to ram him through with the Shield was given to by his brother for now, he'll give it back to him once this battle has been won by them
"The oracle may have yet spoken the truth, the rising warrior whose tattoos spell the doomed fate of the Archipelago will bring about the destruction of the Dragons who believe they can live together with the men of this massive sea barren series of islands. Drayko chose unwisely that day as he chose you Mikekolt when it should've been your brother instead, this matters not now as nothing you do is of your own choice; the Norns have deemed victory for not only me but your enemies who will triumph over your love for these devils" Alesandric hypocritically deemed as he turned to face them while speaking
"The Hunters do not decide both of our fates, Alesandric!" Mikekolt screamed at him as Rainserviper and Poesidonsplinter came over to aid the respective brothers individually, but the Priest of Bolverk continued to say otherwise
"Everyone of the Dragon Hunters tribe decides and the Norns of Fate make it so, you are nothing but a pawn to them in order to get their retribution for the deaths you have caused; everyone who is close to you are being drawn on the walls and engraved in a story that you do not know is being submitted. Pathetic..." Alesandric had no relations to the Dragon Hunters but he agreed with their intentions to commit genocide on all of these devils
"You will not lay a finger on them, no matter how long I either live or how short before I die!" Breyerkolt got in front of Poseidonsplinter, hearing about what his brother had been up to; especially when he heard about the events that went on in his absence
"Now is the time, Mikekolt... the beginning of the end starts here!" Alesandric, the Priest of Bolverk spread both of his arms outwards and announced as both of the Castlekroftservkhall Bros. prepared their tomahawk, sword and shield respectively while the two Dragons were ready to fight side by side. The end starts right now
Rainserviper and Poseidonsplinter took off to the air in order to aid the respective brothers while they fought their enemy from below. Alesandric swung his crosier against Breyerkolt's Shield who charged forward to stab him with the tusks that sprouted out forwards, Mikekolt came up close to swing his tomahawk from left to right; ending it with a slash downwards to his skull which sent him stumbling backwards a little bit. His brother called out his name and threw a projectile axe in return that was blocked, but allowed him to slash away with his new sword against his body to shed some blood that fell onto the floor; Mikekolt jumped in with a tomahawk chop against his shoulder, but was smacked away from him. He brought out his Revenant's Talon and shot some arrows at him, with the Priest getting hit in the legs and his brother smacking him to the side to send him flying and tumbling over on the ground. Firing off a few rings of flames and some sonic waves to help the brothers all the while
The Priest let out a scream as Mikekolt jumped into the air and slammed his tomahawk into his cranial scalp, that was enough to have him throw him off and while he was distracted by him; Breyerkolt rammed against him through with the tusks of his brother's Shield and got him trying to remove the tusks from his chest, with Mikekolt throwing a projectile axe to send him collapsing to the ground. But when he recovered and slammed his crosier to cause a loud ringing sound against the metal disc that was sensitive upon contact, he grabbed his neck before throwing him up against the southern wall of the arena where he then tried to strangle him to death. "Breyerkolt!" Mikekolt called out to his brother as he picked up an axe and threw it against the Priest's back, freeing him as he brought out his tomahawk and swung to the back of his neck; stabbing him deeper in the flesh before he jumped to the side and threw him over to the center. Breyerkolt came charging with his brother's Shield and stabbed him through before Mikekolt slashed him over the edge with a swipe of his tomahawk, but Alesandric used his crosier to save himself. He was a endurable old man they'll give him that, nothing's gonna let him be killed unless it's old age
Breyerkolt shoulder charged Mikekolt out of the way and took the hit as he was then getting strangled, his brother threw another projectile axe to distract him and this time struck him in the back of his shin; with him grabbing his beard to headbutt him before stabbing his sword to his chest, which he easily removed with some noticable pain he was suffering due to the blood pouring out from his mouth. But he grabbed him by the chest before slamming him to the walls and dropping him to the ground he smashed him on the back: "Mikekolt!" He called to his brother who threw a projectile axe against his cheek, continuing this cycle for awhile in the same pattern until Alesandric was about to use his crosier to stab him; with his brother running up to stab him directly into his forehead where his brain was weakened to the point where he dropped his brother
However in that instant Mikekolt was slammed to the right wall before being slammed to the left, onto the ground more than once before throwing him against the left wall again; but this time a boulder was sent to further crush him in the left arm, fully fracturing the bones inside and stripping him of any chance that it would heal. Due to his darkblood not fully manifesting in order to give him powers and abilities of his own, the crushing impact made him fall to the ground with the dust settling; Mikekolt gave out a pained scream before he fully met face to the stone ground of the arena where he bled out, he was not dead but the total cost of what he's been through had really put him out of the fight. Breyerkolt turned to see his fallen brother covered in blood and dust, which made him call out his name just as Rainserviper landed near right by his side to protect him from further harm: "Mikekolt!" His voice was urgent
Alesandric only laughed as Breyerkolt angrily turned to face him, letting out a much longer and deadlier slobbering growl that sounded like a roar; his tattoos seemingly glowing like fires of destruction with a furiously burning tuscany yellow to salamander orange and an scarlet red color. The anger of the rising warrior who was fearsome as the rays of the sun whose heat spreaded throughout the environment, he was growling like an animal and snarling like a beast; now he has gone too far by hurting his brother, this time he will NOT be merciful to his attackers who threaten him and his brother! It also looked like that some molten embers from a candle were dripping out of his tattoos which looked creepy, but nevertheless Breyerkolt was through fighting the Priest of Bolverk; he was going to die now!
Imbued with flames on his brother's former sword that was given to him as well has taking his brother's flaming sword known as the Phoenixripper, Breyerkolt spared no time in finishing off Alesandric once and for all; he violently slashed against his crosier recklessly without once thinking as he managed to disarm him and stab him through with his own weapon. After stabbing both of his two front thighs he slashed them to the sides and disabled him from walking, leaving him only to crawl as he couldn't get away from him; instead he was grabbed by the beard and smashed against the stone rocks after he was called insignifcant, he taunted to him about his brother suffering because of his desire to doom the home they live in and punched in the face. Slamming his skull against the wall and stabbing his stomach before throwing him to the wall, carrying both flaming swords as the Priest then stated that his fate lies in the hands of the Dragon Hunters; with him approaching however he began to beg for mercy. "You cannot kill me, I am unarmed and if you do; then your soul will be just as even more cursed like mine and my beloved daughter whom I shall be reunited in Valhalla with her!" Alesandric proclaimed
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR PREACHINGS, OLD MAN!" Breyerkolt screamed as he ran in to not only rip his chest open with the open wound in his upper body of the torn robes he wore, but to stab both of the flaming swords into his lungs that were now exposed; both of them snarled at each other as he dug the weapons deeper and deeper until he could go no further. Alesandric kept giving his courageous look on that face like he was not afraid of death, but suddenly let out a scream upon the flames exploding; blowing him up into pieces of his limbs and his head which was stabbed onto his brother's original sword, Breyerkolt spit in his eye one last time before dumping all of the pieces into the ocean out of the arena. His and his brother's most notorious nemesis who had taken him away was done for, the battle has been won; but that victory didn't feel very lively at this moment, turning to face back at his fallen brother
Mikekolt had been taken down and it was all because he delivered a beatdown against him just because he didn't rescue him sooner and thought he had abandoned him, Breyerkolt approached his body and flipped him over; wanting to have some atonement before he proceeded to carry him the rest of the way on his back, with both of their respective Dragons known to no other one than Rainserviper and Poseidonsplinter following him every step of the way. They solemnly climbed up the hidden stairs outside of the arena and ascended slowly, overcome with grief and wanting to give him his thanks for rescuing him when he wakes up; climbing up to the tallest point of this island they were on when Drayko and the others arrived at their location with Axethor running over to see his best friend, devastated at the sight of him so bloodied and defeated. His left arm was fully crushed to dust and had very little blood inside, Drayko placed a hand on his shoulder guard and nodded as Breyerkolt laid him to rest on the canopy that Arson the Medic had brought; his favorite teachers like Eret, Bladehead and Fishlegs all paid their respects to him along with the rest of the Knights
"You are free now... brother" Breyerkolt spoke the exact same words that Mikekolt spoke to him when he rescued him at the now collapsed island that held the Temple of Bolverk, Arson nodded and took him away to be treated under his care; he will need that arm cut off as sad it might've been, even some of the greatest warriors had to get some kind of prosthetic. Rain followed his fallen rider while Poseidonsplinter stayed behind, cooing and rubbing against Breyerkolt's side as he stroked him with his warm hand; the anger that engulfed him thanks to the tattoos he was given might have also been amplified by the darkblood that ran in his veins. However he didn't exactly understand what gave him these powers and abilities, as Drayko came to comfort him
"Have you ever been bathed in the darkblood by that Priest during the years of torment?" He asked him
"Yes but it was when he... uhh, he dunked my head into a now dried pool of Dragon blood he killed to fill the pool up; I didn't think my wounds were still open though after he threw my body into the actual pool itself. It was all thick and I really needed something to wipe it all off just for me to see again" Breyerkolt recalled as it was another unpleasant memory to think about
"Then come with to the School of Dragons, this Thunderdrum needs someone like you to take care of him. Axethor would also like to see you as well" Drayko stroked Poseidonsplinter and showed him to his brother's best friend who had grown well since the last time they've met
"Axethor, I've missed you but not as much as my brother; what has become of our parents?" Breyerkolt walked over to him as Bovarsson looked up and responded
"Herkatlore is living elsewhere with your cousins like Cocytuskolt for example because she's being stalked by someone who wants her to be his alone, and Roachkolt is hunting him down to make sure she will come back to live back at Owl Gut Island. Your grandfather has died from tuberculosis as news of it reached me and as for me, I had to let my pet Terror go for him to live a better life without me; that's what my mother said to me..." Axethor turned his head away
"Grandpakolt died? No... Mikekolt told me that but I didn't think you would say the same as well, then for his memory I'll keep fighting like he always wanted me to; Grandmakolt would be just as happy for me as he is for my brother. Let's go to this School of Dragons that the leader of your clan mentioned, I don't want to keep him waiting any longer when we arrive" Breyerkolt wanted nothing but to see his brother again as he mounted onto Poseidonsplinter and took off
Drayko mounted onto Toothless and proceeded to lead the way for them back to the School of Dragons, where they were going to return to their main threat at hand and see them both come back with a returning and new student; mattered not if Breyerkolt had no knowledge of the changes on the outside world, they were going to make him learn what's happened in the past few years. What happened next? Nothing really as Mikekolt reawakened now with the darkblood running in his veins and got himself a new prosthetic for his left arm, he now had his darkblood manifesting slowly but steadily as it was growing stronger and stronger even when he was left unconcious for a few weekends; Breyerkolt learned everything about the current situation and after letting his brother keep his original sword while also getting his Shield back, he decided to forge himself a new one just in case. Now that the fate of Alesandric was sealed and the Priest of Bolverk was no more, the Dragonroot Company was about to make their strike
This time, the Castlekroftservkhall Bros. will be there to stop them as the two of them wanted to end their plans to crush Draconia under their grasp; but for now things have never been so soothing to finally reunite with a long lost family member, especially when it was no one else but a brother whose love still remained in the end...
THE BROTHERLY END...
This marks the end of the Brotherhood Arc of School of Dragons: Titan Uprising and I hope you enjoyed it all the way through, if for any reason did not however I want to know what exactly happened that made you not enjoy this arc; reasonable and explaining the flaws is what I ask for, not sugarcoated flames that target my protagonist with bullshit claims that he's a Gary Stu when that is not the case about him at all. Heh, but would you actually believe me when I say that I originally had the intentions to have Breyerkolt be killed at the climax of the final end? I actually would've but... Mikekolt's suffered enough already, to kill him off would mean that he risked his life for nothing and came all this way just to have his brother be taken away; this time however, there is no hope of rescuing him. This is supposed to be based off the PSP God of War title: "Ghost of Sparta" after all. Here is what I wish to see for all three chapters of Brotherhood Arc:
1: What the Hell Happened to make you not enjoy this?
2: Was the ending bittersweet?
3: Did the motivation to find his half-brother not make sense?
4: Is Alesandric the Priest of Bolverk one of the absolute worst villains compared to my other take on the main villains of the HTTYD Franchise?
5: What exactly did you wish to see from this Arc and how would you write it?
In the meantime though I will be writing down the next chapter and if you've read the HTTYD Comic: "The Legend of Ragnarok" then you will that a fan favorite Changewing will appear as someone who'll begin to understand the unseen difficulties of my protagonist's life since it was not all what you think that it was based on how I wrote his past. Still you know, this is turning out to be quite a shorter story than I thought so and I'm not gonna make any deliberate chances to make it longer; it's only because I want to give you a short chapter so you can have it easy. Now then the next chapter of course will mostly show what's happened since then and Mikekolt's interaction with Phantom, so there's no stopping me from telling you about what's about to happen next time; at least it's not gonna take three chapters to tell the story this time around, it was quite unpleasant but it was satisfying to me in the end and that's what mattered the most