That Ingerman boy may be an descendant of our Tribe, but does he really know the truth behind his family? He will either accept his responsibility regardless of not being his fault, or he will die by the Dragons that he has hunted down; no matter if the sins of the past was not his own fault...
-Savage
(A/N: That right there is a hint to the ending and what the next Chapter is about, it's supposed to be based off from a specific episode in Race to the Edge Season 6 featuring Fishlegs Ingerman as he goes to confront an sin of his ancestors to right the wrong that his ancestor had done to the poor Dragons; but he is not alone without an helping hand. This is an long chapter by the way, prepare for some short fight scenes; regardless and nevertheless, it's time that the truth about those who were thought to be allies is known and found out about. Enjoy!)
Emerging from the staircase and into the hallway decorated normally like the dark oxford and prussian blue stone colored walls of the lower floors among the prison, Drayko and Dagur peak out from the hidden door to see that no one appeared to have patrolled this area. It appeared that Drago held no importance here, even if the Hunters got anywhere near the staircase leading down; they continued to patrol the other upper halls and cells like this area was not even there. So it would seem that the reason for this was bound to the horrible deceased spirits who roamed here, no thanks to the enslavic ways of the Lava Lout Tribe; Dagur himself even commented on this as well:
"Those Hunters are quite the cowards for not standing up to the haunting spirits of the deceased prisoners who roamed this section, and you know how much I hate cowards; but I hate traitors to their own Tribes even more, you were never one of them..." The Berserker Chief commented as Drayko looked in further and saw no one coming
"Let's get a move on, no one would ever want to come down here anyways; not when the spirits haunt this section of Darkheart Prison" They all exited from the caverns and closed the door behind them, sealing the entrance; making sure no one would discover this hidden entrance from where they have taken to enter the Prison
Now inside the lower bowels of Darkheart Prison, they made their move through the hallways and examined every cell which had signs of Lava Lout Prisoners that once lived here; whoever did live in these cells did not return back here, and they were not coming back either knowing about the occupation of this fortress. They just could not bare to be imprisoned here again, especially with an Tribe that was far many times worse. The more they walked the bowels, they more they saw the victims of the Lava Lout Tribe's horrible and sadistic nature; even as an enemy to the Hooligans, Drayko spat on them by calling them snakes and devils in helmets as they forcibly strip and rip the scales off from the Dragons for their armor and leave them to die while many others are captured and enslaved. But the Dragon Marauders were even worse as they enslaved them for the Hunters, as they placed them in their horrible ways of torments and torturings; they would rather suffer the heat of the massive and vast desert sands very far from the Archipelago, best known to all as "Egypt"
"No one knows how much I hated the Lava Lout Tribe, they haven't been active lately but I know them better than the Hooligans do. Romans were even worse, but these enslavers are the worst kind of enemies I faced off against. But the Roman Legion's Commander, Vopiscus Captio was the nastiest out of them all" Drayko lamented on the victims as he spewed venom to both of his enemies, even now as he's grown to hate Berk
"Do not forget that the Romans attacked MY Island as well when my father Oswald was still alive and around, they attacked everyone here" Dagur lamented as well, mostly on his father and how he had led everyone to believe he had bathed his axe in his blood; just so he can lead his broken Tribe
"No one could ever forget about the horrible Roman Archipelago raid, it still plagues the memories of the Hooligans to this day; they may not look back on it, but that alone continues to haunt their minds. I had to save Fishlegs from that bastard ogre of an Roman, Vopiscus Captio; take a guess of what happened next as I was 5 Years Old at the time, the same age where I was told to be cursed after I lost my mother..."
"Ignored by the public for your heroic efforts, ungrateful bastards. But Fishlegs has not forgotten the debt he owes you, that's one thing that's not changing anytime soon"
Afterwards, they remained silent for the moments that passed as they made their way up the stairway; distracting an patrolling Hunter by directing him to one of the Cells as they made their way to the other side. The next obstacle appearing to be making it out of the bowels of Darkheart Prison's dungeon like rooms, going upstairs to the second floor where some Hunters happened to be patrolling about; some enraged Dragons chained to the walls, scratching with no hope for freedom while others banged against the metal bars. "Shut up in there and quit your poundin', I am about to patrol the balconies tomorrow and you are all giving me an headache!"
"Then allow me to give you an break... forever!" The Hunter turned to face an burning gauntlet punching him in the skull as he fell to the floor, having his skull be fully fractured as his face was scorching with second degree burns; suffering internal bleeding thanks to the power of Dagur's violent bash across the face with his Axe. Drayko also took this time to take a piss on top of him, having no respect for his enemies as he's got his own sense of dishonor by pissing atop of his fallen enemy with the stains formed from the syrup brown colored piss; wait a minute now, that's not right... (A/N: This part is censored by the way)
"Have you been drinking much?" Dagur asked with his eyes closed, only peaking to see an reflection of his piss
"Just when I need to drink if I'm feeling dehydrated, then no" Drayko responded, finishing up as he let out an silent breath of relief through his nose. Turning to the Dragons as he nodded to them, ready to continue onwards as he continued up to the third floor
This happened to be a little more of a challenge as this time, Drayko and Dagur had to observe the layout and patterns of where the Hunters were patrolling; as there was more than just a few of them this time around. Dagur decided to take left while Drayko took right, with Sleuther sneaking up and stabbing one with one of his stingers; having Shattermaster slam the second one while the third was met with a spinning roundhouse kick and an slash to the center of the Hunter's skull. Drayko caught one of them in a strangle hold and stabbed him with an ignited Inferno while he took another one down with three swings, Toothless smacked one with his tail and blasted an piece of the old roof that collapsed on his victim; the Plasma Bolt may be small but it was powerful enough to take out the foundation above, afterwards they all continued their ascension to the highest point in the prison fortress. They will not be too late to save their allies nor their Dragons, and Drago Bludvist will be defeated; the Norns and Sisters of Fate have deemed it in the end
Meanwhile outside of Darkheart Prison, Chainsmoke and Brimstone had been using it's stealthiness and reconnaissance abilities and skills to observe the weapons that mainly consisted of Dragon Root Ballistas, Arrow Launchers and Dual Catapults with ignited TNT loaded ammunition that was ready to explode upon contact with their opponents; and of course they were dipped in Dragon Root to send them falling where they'll be taken with the Gronckle Iron Grappling Chains. Chainsmoke and Brimstone were hit by an Dragon Root Arrow, but the heat had burned away the effects and they continued fighting their foes; heating up their scales to an volcanic hellfire degree and charging up their firepower for an devastating assault on their defenses. But how very little they suspected when an specific someone was involved, posing an friend to Berk but was truly evil within
As Drayko and Dagur along with their three Dragons climbed their way up the massive Prison Fortress once used for slavery, they reached the fifth floor and snuck into the room where Drago had the Knights laying out in a single line with him sitting upon what appears to be the Warden's Throne; Ryker Grimborn was standing by his side along with Savage, whom the former was gripping his dual oxidized copper serrated swords. Drayko and Dagur stood atop of an beam support and listened in, just as the former saw an cloaked skinny man with an Deathgripper by his side
"You are all traitors to the Dragon Hunters led by me, everyone you know will be imprisoned here. You will be tortured, beaten, stripped down to nothing but your flesh and bones, humiliated in front of all, mocked by the Vikings you've harrassed and you will suffer the wrath of the Dragon God before you. As for my rival and former Dragon Trapper who left me for that Devil among men, you are both the first to die while the others will be locked away in silence; your Dragons belong to me now
Eret gave out an defiant grunt as Drago stood up, approaching him as he strangled him by the neck; holding him up from the ground and threatening him with his bullhook. "You will regret the day that you have betrayed me and left behind the legacy that your father and bloodline have begun, but if you think you will rejoin my side; nobody fails me twice which you have done so yourself!" He threw him to the floor, coughing and breathing for air as Savage was ordered to take them out of his side. However... "Take our guest with the Gronckle outside onto the wheel in the courtyard, I have an special way of humiliation for the Hooligan friend to the Devil among men; who still lives as that suicide was just an diversion to escape..."
Savage nodded and did just that by taking Fishlegs away while the Knights were taken by Ryker and Krogan, no sign of Viggo though as it seemed that he was not interested in participating in this event; but it looked like he stood corrected when Drayko found that he was sitting at the stairs to the higher levels, thinking to himself as he contemplated their next move. Upon Savage's return, Drago asked of who was not present during the attack on the Sanctuary; "Unfortunately we've got a list of them names: Skarsgard, Nygren, Lars #2, Cutterguard and Razorhyoon due to the former being murdered by Grimmel's Deathgrippers and the other being shipwrecked at Drenchwood Forest"
"The others?" Drago asked
"Abandoned the War effort" Savage replied as Drago growled
"Then they are just as useless and expendable, even more so than the Son of Stoick"
"Hey, Lars #2 is my cousin!" Ryker immediately took offense at that
"An cousin of yours that is of no value nor worth to me if they are cowards who would abandon us in the fields of war. Besides, Lars #2 could not understand that the information that he along with the others were fighting an entire Village full of Dragons and Riders, this argument of yours is invalid; end of discussion" Drago responded coldly as Ryker growled to himself
Drayko growled as well as the cloaked man with the Deathgripper approached them all, standing before them as he decided to remove his hood and revealed himself to be none other than the infamous and brutal Hunter of the Night Furies: Grimmel the Grisly, although his appearance was not what he was expecting; that did not excuse him for the sins he committed against him and Toothless, for his genocide against all Night Furies and Dragonkind alike. Grimmel the Grisly was an tall and slender man dressed in black and dark golden brown colored leather armor with an large belt, long jacket like cloth that went around his waist and down to the bottom, having an studded pauldron all around with an hood and studded gauntlets with no gloves. He wore an murky grey to brown colored pair of loafer like shoes with the same colored pants, having his hooded jacket on him at all times; his most noticeable feature was his very pale macaroon cream white colored skin, his silver white hair was slicked and spiked backwards as his tiffany blue eyes saw nothing but hypocritical prejudice in his black and soulless heart that Drayko will rip out from his chest for what he has done. He carried an device on his left and an series of pouches with a bag on his right, he wielded an powerful one handed crossbow on himself that allows him to shoot Deathgripper Venom vials within syringe shaped arrows. Finally, he spoke in an baritone voice with an Russian like accent; although he stated that this was not his nationality
"Heather's nowhere to be seen, those bastards locked her up a different cell but Savage has the answers I want. Once I find her, I'll come looking for you at the entrance" Dagur thought suspiciously as Drayko allowed him to split up as he continued to watch the scene below
"Grimmel, what news do you bring from the outer sites of the Archipelago?" Drago asked
"The Deathgrippers I control have brought no further evidence of the Night Furies living among the southern paradise, they're hiding from me like cowards but even that is something I cannot confirm. I have truly hunted them down to the last hatchling" Grimmel responded in his own pride
"There are no Night Furies for you left to murder, on the outer sites that is" Drago told him
"What did you just say?" Grimmel asked as anger began to boil in his pale flesh
"You have missed one, he is in the hands of an man named Drayko Ryder; he calls himself an brother to the Devil that he always was and will be, the monster you were hunting is returning to kill you"
"That is not what I was told, I have hunted down every Night Fury; there should be no others here in the Archipelago!" Grimmel raised his angered voice. "But if what you are telling me is true, then I will destroy everything that the Legendary Dragon Rider loves... including his brother" He declared calmly
"You will soon have the chance to kill him and his Night Fury soon, but in my ascension to an God; we will take him down together, strangle him however you want and make them choke on their own intestines if you will. The only thing that matters to me the most is my conquest that I bring here to all who sacrifice nothing but resistance to me" Drago turned his back and left, Grimmel followed and left too as Drayko did the same
"One day, Tamer of the Night Fury; you will know what a true monster is in the name of the Dragon Hunters, you will become Death: the Destroyer of Bloodlines to your own Tribe. I on the other hand, will see your Night Fury tremble in fear before me... as I know what makes all who stand up against me to fear the one and only Hunter of your Dragon's species..." Grimmel spoke to himself as if narrating his own story, feeling that Drayko was listening in secretly which gave him an sinister smile
HTTYD
Meanwhile from atop the second to final floor in the massive prison fortress known as Darkheart Prison, an lone and bloodied inmate who was battered to an bloody pulp had his arms shackled around; looking like his wrists were slit and having three shackles that held him from the diagonal upwards corners of his cell, he was an tortured prisoner and victim to the Dragon Marauder's monstrous torments and barbaric torturings that they have laid upon him
He was stripped of his upper clothing and left in an ripped spider black pair of pants that had an army green undertone, his mouth was bleeding and his mahogany red eyes had spoken the words for him. He was apart of the Owl Gut Tribe and was taken by the Dragon Hunters as they believed that he had vital information to the Knights of the Dragon Riders that he was keeping them from knowing about, when that was not the case as he had nothing to tell them; his midnight black shoulder length hair was drenched in the blood of his beatings, he was uncertain of his surroundings and driven mad as he saw nothing but the walls of his cell. Until the sound of someone coming had broken him out of his trance
"Hello there, prisoner" Came the voice of Grimmel as he approached him, his only response was looking up and hanging his head down as the Deathgrippers followed their slavemaster inside. Grimmel gestured for one of his Deathgrippers to get him to look at his face, seeing the annoyed expression. "I do not enjoy being ignored, I expect you to speak when I talk to you. But to save you from the Marauder's torturings that you've endured, you will tell me what you know about the one they call Drayko that I can never take five steps further without hearing his name about. What do you know about him that I do not know of?" He demanded calmly
"He's developed... an hatred for... Deathgrippers" The Owl Gut Prisoner responded, the Dragons growled viciously at him
"Are they really that horrible to have? Such malevolent that he doesn't want to make them redeemable? I am so ashamed to have heard this news from you, especially when the reason is because I drugged them into obedience with their own venom. But you will not live long enough to give this answer to him, the Dragon Marauders will see you in a bloody bodybag that they will send to him wherever he is; if you continue to endure and survive, then I will make sure that your freedom is but a lifetime of despair for your dying wish..." He left afterwards as he let one of his Deathgrippers stab into his stomach and slash downwards with their frontal pincers, letting him scream out in pain
"This is a direct order from Ryker Grimborn, make him pay with his blood" Grimmel ordered the following Dragon Marauders, who stormed in and attempted to take his life as they came ready to attack. Although there were very few survivors who would dare to withstand such pain throughout their time here at Darkheart Prison, there were many who would rather die by Dragons and not by the horrifying images before them:
Dragon Maruaders had an tall but imposing beefcake of an build to them, unshaven and left to reek of the horrible smell of the desert's unforgiving heat that gave them all an burning tortilla brown to light khaki tan color on their flesh. But although some of their flesh was exposed, the rest was not as they had triple the layered beak shoulder guards with curved spikes going forwards to their heads; with wide straps that went across their upper body but still exposed their nipples, having short and diagonally ribbed sleeves that went down to the beginning of their upper biceps. Most of their hair consisted of smoothly slicked back combed with an ponytail tied in the end, but with some they had dreadlocks and untied hair that flew out; some were bald as well and some had buzztrim cuts as well. Their rectangular shaped masks had the appearance of skulls with downwards angry narrowed eyes towards their upwards triangular noses, with an square shaped upwards gap in the middle; three vertical breathing holes spaced out in between the sides and center with cheekbones going inwards on the sides, always adorning spikes, blades and tusks from the Dragons that either shall shed for them or be murdered in return for their definable resistance. No matter either by hatchling or youngling, no one will disobey their orders. They had featured an thick and narrow downward pointed band around their belly as it had the same pattern as Viggo Grimborn's upper tunic, featuring an thick dual spiked belt with their crest depicted and the sharp spikes going outwards on sides; caring very little if they poked someone in the flesh. They featured dual ribbed tassets around their waist with an wide downwards pointed loincloth in the middle, having an diamond pattern in the center while being edged all around; they were not without wearing ribbed pants like the Dragon Hunter Elites were, with tall gladiator strapped greaves with blades going outwards in front of them and having spiked soles on the bottom. Their arms had spiked bracers tightened around their arms with four spikes and ribbed gloves up to the fingers, having Volcanripper Metal reinforcement inside for increasing their powerful and deadly blows even further. Finally, they wielded D-Guard Scimitars, D-Guard Axes with Knives and every now and then an War Hammer as they were not seen to common among them
The Dragon Marauder's swords were large scimitars with sharply edged D-Guards that had two curved spike blades going out and upwards on the backside, the blade beiing straight with an square shaped serration at the beginning and having two more spiked blades whipping across to the other side on the scimitar's fangs. The most infamous part about the Marauder's Swords were the fact that they were loaded up the ass with Dragon Root Arrows that they shot out from their blades. Their Axes had more of the same albeit with an sword straight sword blade and square shaped serrations on the front side of the midway point, the double headed axe blades were curved evenly and had the two spiked blades whip across to both of the sides. The rarely seen War Hammer had the same blades but they didn't whip across like the other two, they consisted of an rectangular head with four pyramid shaped spikes on both sides; having an long handle with an spiked square shaped pommel all around, being below an inverted trapezoid shaped base and having an larger one at the bottom of the head itself. Not to mention the faces had their crest depicted, but without the swords underneath and did not fire arrows unlike the other two common weapons. The knives were long and had an downwards arrow pommel, with an serration on the left side, they were carried by all Marauders
The Dragon Marauder's crest depicted an bloodied skull of an Triple Stryke whose round eyes went diagonally downwards and was slightly narrowed, having three vertical lines representing their masks while it's ears went diagonally upwards on the top of the sides; having blood stream down like the Dragon Hunter's crest. Underneath had cutlass like swords with scimitar blades narrowly crossing each other with the fangs facing the skull, also bleeding down. The sides of the skull had it's two of it's tails going horizontally and curving upwards and downwards into themselves like hook swords, being curved like the Celtic Triskelion with top being curled into itself towards the right side. Finally, it was mostly seen in an dark crimson red color like the darkblood of the Dragons they torture with their brutal torments and monstrous torturings; but it also came in an white inverted color on their red sails, this did not make the Marauders any more gruesome than they were when they encountered the Dragons that they fight
As an Marauder came with an Axe in hand, the prisoner who had come to be known as the one and only son of the Castlekroftservkhall Family: Michaelkolton, had dodged to the left side and kicked the Marauder to the other side. An second came rushing in with an scimitar in hand and Michael, best known as Mikekolt caught his neck with his legs before it dropped it's weapon to the ground; snapping it's neck afterwards as he swung to avoid an incoming shot from the weapons before mastering the strength to rip his arms out of the rusted shackles that kept him restrained to the wall. Shattering the links and picking up the scimitar for a weapon to use against his most murderous, loathsome and barbarically gruesome nemesis that he has come to develop a hatred for more than any mercenary he would become as he knew their motives all too well
The bloodthirsty Dragon Marauders came for the payment of his blood and bones as they swarmed all around him, but this Darkheart Prisoner would not have more of their bloodscathing means of nightmarish hell as the best thing he could do was to subdue them; but he will not hesitate to kill any of them if he had gotten the chance to do such lethal act against the Dragon Hunters, for they were the ones who did this to him. He swung his blade to counter against some of the other Marauder's deadly swings, slamming them to the sides and landing some blood spilling scars that had their lives fade after he begun to make his escape out of the prison
But Grimmel knew what he was up to and decided to let him go off for now, his main concern was the Night Fury that Drayko had possessed with him; he would either have him or he will commit genocide to all Dragons of the Archipelago, for imprisonment and co-existence meant nothing to him. He did not want such peace with those Devils, he wanted them to die under the name of the Dragon Hunters themselves. Nevertheless, he knew that he will meet him again as he has other such matters to tend to; thus with that, he left with his Deathgrippers as he had business hear no longer
Back with Drayko, he had sought out the Knights who were imprisoned in each cell of the entire cellblock of the sixth floor; the Hunters of Bludvist's Army guarded each of their cells and taken a look at their weapons and equipment, going as so far as to play with them and saying that they could use one of these as the Dragon Hunter Elites have Shields albeit with no such feature to transform to a crossbow of sorts. Maria thought back on what they had done to Stormfly as they were being taken in and transported into the hellish fortress of an prison, an Dragon Trapper had fired an blowdart to her exposed underbelly when she fired her spines against them in defiance. She had grown to bond with such an Dragon and now it gives her great pain to know of the horrible mistreatment that they were doing to her
Raedwit on the other hand had stood there lifeless with his arms crossed, without emotion and without an feeling of sorrow nor regret for not stopping Drayko from commiting suicide; he did not seemed to be fazed by such action at all, it was as if he had done this on purpose for an Illusionist such as himself is unpredictable with what he has for his intended victims. He casted one on a patrolling Hunter and an clang of metal was heard from his ears, loading his crossbow as he gathered up the others to investigate; now hearing an sound of an brawl breaking out as they were now followed by the grunts and screams, the sound of an sword blade piercing through the flesh and another one being the sound of one of Blight's demons that was being tortured. The sounds of bones splintering and the necks snapping like timbering trees had all fallen silent as there was one Dragon Hunter wearing an vest and cowl helmet standing before the cell, having the warden's keys to each cell on all floors. The Hunters had dared themselves to ask: "What has happened here?"
"The Marauders were making another savage disturbance, filthy animals as they always were; but I cannot say the same... about all of you that is!" The Hunter brought out the Thunderbolt spear and impaled them all against the wall, stabbing their throats as he left them to die; unlocking the cell doors and releasing the Knights as Raedwit the Illusionist threw off his disguise. They had rescued themselves more than once without Drayko, just so they may show that they are more than formidable as they would not rely on one of their own to rescue their asses from the clutches of the Dragon Hunters and their branches. Drayko on the other hand overlooked the entire scene and was relieved to see them alright as he left to free their Dragons
Returning to the third floor where many of the Knights' Dragons were imprisoned, he had to use his instincts that had been amplified thanks to the darkblood that now ran in his veins; determining the exact locations of where they were and how to free them from under the control of Drago Bludvist himself. With his very Birthmark glowing, he let his instincts guide him to Stormfly's cell and entered within as she squawked at him; but let out an roar of his own as he punched to ground to imitate her, making her calm down out of fear from being tortured by Drago's men but even worse: the Dragon Marauders as she was not alone in hearing the horror stories that were the victims who survived their madness through sheer courage and heavy under fire resistance. He took out an dead chicken and offered it to her as he spoke in a familiar voice that she knew too well of: "Give Maria my regards... thanks" She took the offering out of hunger and was soothed by the touch of his hand on her snout
He then moved onto Meatlug who was chained to the ground and broke the links to let her shatter the rest, freeing herself as Drayko moved onto Rose who was chained to ceiling with a lost hope that was reignited; Barf and Belch were being overfed by the Hunters and fattened to be skinned alive for their scales and flesh by the likes of the Marauders, to which Drayko had put a end to their unwilling gluttonous torture. He then began to pull back his fist and brutally land a punch to their stomach, making them vomit in order to fully let them be freed from being overfed to the brink of death itself; to which they thanked him for as they began showing their loyalty to him, wanting to help him out as he insisted otherwise for Raedwit is looking for them both. By the time he moved onto Hookfang, he proved to be the most uncooperative one of them all as he showed nothing but futile resistance; driven to madness as Drago had conquered over him by fear and oppression, but Drayko showed otherwise to him as he soothed him of everything that tortured his very soul and released him of all that he had to fear from the False Dragon God. The others afterwards were all freed as Tidalwing was splashed by water from being dehydrated by the likes of the Dragon Divers, Skullcrusher was unchained from the wall, Blizzard was removed from the burning cell meant to torture his cold body while Toothless had led them out along with the other enslaved Dragons undetected
Although many of the Dragons were now freed and those who were taken as prisoners along with the Knights were now returning back to their Riders, there was all but one of them that was not present: Storm, the Skrill that Drayko had tamed long ago and given to Bladehead was now missing. By the hands of Drago Bludvist, the Dragons that have been enslaved were bounded and shackled in their torment with no hope of escape; but now the chains that once held Storm were broken and one thought had plagued the mind of the Knight who had begun to wonder: "Who would've been of such evil?" But although the answer may look clear to the surface like an diamond in the rough within the sands of time, this question may be of no use to solve as the motives were still shrouded in the fog of their greed and profit for genocide. Drayko had turned to his Night Fury, Toothless and told him this: "Get out of here now, Dagur is off finding Heather right now and he's going to meet me at the exit of the main building"
Toothless instead had shaken his head furiously in response, refusing to leave his brother again; not like last time as he cannot bare the thought of losing him just as he had begun to lose him on Dragonscale Cliff, against that Titan Wing Nightmare. Drayko brought his head upwards to meet his dark forest green eyes as he continued telling him
"I am not strong enough to fight you again, not in front of everyone where either of our blood will be spilled before them; especially not Drago and Grimmel. Now go before the Alpha knows of your presence and blinds your thoughts again" With such hesitation, Toothless left off without Drayko as he begun to make his way up to the very top of Darkheart Prison
In the exterior of the massive prison fortress, Fishlegs was tied to an turntable by rope and was being spun around as well as pelted with rotten fruit to vegetables; being humiliated and tortured as an Hunter threw an lasso at his neck and proceeded to hold him back, painfully strangling him as the others follow his lead. Pinning him further down to try and dismember him, to which Fishlegs had begun to rage out and his shirt ripped itself off as he struggled to overcome the many pelting showers of rotting food being thrown at him as more and more ropes had caught him. Many of the Hunters had begun to prevent him from breathing as they continued to throw not only rotten food but also stone rocks that had begun to make him bleed out as these rocks were specifically sharpened on the edges to harm their prisoners. Making him feel the pain as he let out his frustrated screams and anger as he was further strangled around his neck and body, leaving some bruises and rope burn marks that began painfully rubbing against him as if he was an caged animal in a twisted freakshow circus nightmare
As if the Gods had decided he had suffered enough, Heather had came out with her clothing ripped and her undergarments exposed; bleeding and shackled on both the arms to the neck, truly being used like a slave that would do more than to anger Dagur. It would drive him to the edge and brink of an madness that no one was ready to see from him, Savage had decided to use her as a slave and threatened her with further torture before intending to kill her like Ryker should have done long before. Windshear was left behind in her chamber, battered to the bone as Fishleg's undeserving torment ended and she climbed up the steps; with an wooden bucket full of warm water created by Tidalwing as Fishlegs closed his eyes, praying with all he had left to the Gods above that he would not suffer being humiliated even more. She had damped an washcloth and wiped away the stains of blood and the rotten food all over his very flesh
"I did this myself, this was my fault; Savage was drunk with power and threatened to destroy every keepsake from our father, Oswald. I only wanted to know more about him, and this is the consequences I get for looking into me and my brother's history behind each other; come with me, it's not too late to leave this place" She spoke into his ear as she freed Fishlegs and took his bloodied and battered body with her back to where Windshear was, leaving the Hunters to return to their duties
Valka and Eret were chained to poles for execution and like Fishlegs, they were being pelted with jagged stones and stripped down from their armor. While Valka blamed herself for summoning the White King, only for him to fall against the might of Drago's Bewilderbeast; Eret blamed the Trappers who betrayed him, the hypocrite of an so-called God and his own previous lives he lived as an famous Trapper that led him to being executed along with his former enemy. They were being lashed by whips and beaten by their fists, as the Hunters had thought that no one would come to their aid as they were all finished but their hope was just as dead as they were going to be soon. No one disregards and defies the Dragon God himself
Suddenly as they were blinded and the very flames of the sun's light engulfed their eyes, they were both caught in two separate bodybags and smashed against the wall and stone floor multiple times; the blood splattering and the bones being crushed was heard throughout the entire time, until it all stopped and opened up to spill out bloody mangled corpses of those who once remained. Valka and Eret were both dropped to the floor as their bindings were broken, being held up by Raedwit who had freed them before being taken to the Dragons that were awaiting them both; although Bladehead was nowhere to be found and the shadow of the man whom Berk once believed was their ally growled in anger as he left the scene within the shadows of Darkheart Prison. Nothing appeared to be going his way thanks to the likes of Drayko surviving when he truly had an habit of not dying when he was supposed to
HTTYD
Ascending to the highest point in all of Darkheart Prison where he was bound to find Drago Bludvist, he had an feeling that Dagur had saved his sister and was now coming to find him; none of that mattered to him and just wanted to get the hell out of this prison, climbing up the steps and walking through the long hallway where he entered the door in front of him to confront Drago who overlooked the entire prison from above
Drago Bludvist himself had ditched the plain old iron armor he wore and instead adorned new armor forged to match his prosthetic arm that was set as a reminder of how the Devils he called them like any other Vikings out there were unstable at first, but with the tactical procedure of forceful measures; they can be tamed and turned to one's cause for domination. Kill their enemies and slaughter those who oppose their rulership, drunken by power like all who was quenched by the thirst of greed; he was fully armored up with his prosthetic arm having to be permanently attached to at all costs, wearing robes made for someone like him and wearing his Night Fury flesh cloak to conceal his vulnerability to the heat of the flames. His Bullhook had changed as it was longer and the beaked blades were now sharpened, deadlier and like an thick scythe blade as the head was now shaped like his Bewilderbeast; with the tusks curving upwards and the staff being wrapped in tightened leather for maximum gripping power, further delving into his monstrous nature as an warlord who cannot be reasoned with. It was then that he spoke to the Knight who approached forwards
"For a blind young man, your skills of taming such Devils are weak; but did you really think I was not aware of the Unknown Dragon who followed you here? I have known from the very beginning that it was an Volcanripper and I know it's true weakness within, the fact that he cannot be reasoned with thanks to your time spent with it; show nothing but resistance and this Dragon will be dealt with as quickly as another life will belong to me" Drago explained as he shifted his cape away from his prosthetic arm and turned to face Drayko
"You may be hard to get rid of and out of my way in my destiny to ascend to Godhood, but now I may finally drench this sword in your blood thanks to the new information you have taught me" He pulled out his Bullhook as it drooped by his side, intending on weakening him before stabbing him with the blade. Drayko ignited Inferno and spun his blade in a wheel to both of the sides before pointing it to Drago
"Then let's hear your swan song then..." He replied in his cold and introvertive tone
Drago pulled back his Bullhook and stabbed forward as Drayko smacked it away with his Shield to parry the attack, stomping down on the weapon before jumping and landing an roadhouse kick across the face; before giving him an headbutt to the forehead in order to send him backwards. Drago was not affected by his rival's attempt and countered Drayko's incoming punch by pinning him to the wall with his Bullhook, proceeding to beat him with each one being an devastating blow to the face and to the body
Before long, Drayko had countered Drago's punch and used his fist against him as he kicked the Self Proclaimed Dragon God away and removed his Bullhook in a rather violent matter; spinning and throwing it against it's owner as the deadly weapon pierced him in his organic arm, causing blood to spray out onto the walls. However he merely shrugged this off and removed the bullhook from his arm, with him clearly showing some pain and anger at Drayko as he declared to his opponent; "You lose again, Devil!" Without warning, Drago unleashed an stream of lightning that struck Drayko and sent him flying against the wall; screaming in pain as Drago stabbed both of his arms into the wall to stop him from getting out
Drayko struggled to stand up as static ran all over him and through his vision he found Drago was now in possession of Bladehead's Skrill: Storm, being forced to unwilling fry him to death under the command of Drago Bludvist; who had continued on by saying: "Because you continue to underestimate these Devils, believing they're friends and your allies to such an selfish cause like vengeance" Stabbing into Storm's electrical scales once again, he was forced to fire another stream of lightning against Drayko as he could only scream out in rage as Storm could only share how he felt after the torture had stopped for an brief moment; as Drago continued on by further targeting his motives:
"These Devils were never meant to serve under an blinded little boy, whose arrogance and lust for revenge; no!" He stabbed Storm again and sent another blasting stream of lightning against him, each one getting more deadlier and much more lethal than the last
"In order to build your Falsehood Kingdom that you desired through your selfish needs, you have sacrificed countless Dragons all because they remained hostile to you unlike the others who see you as any fanboy would. No, you killed them when in reality it is you who is the real monster; you will be no better than I am!" Drago stomped on and stabbed his tail at the same time as Storm fired off another blasting stream of lightning against Drayko, suffering worse pain than before as they became more deadly each time
"You remember of how Captain Lech had captured you on the beaches of your own Kingdom, how he told you than an special guest had promised an colossal forturne to have you taken? I am that guest, he served under me but was beyond my help as his greed had consumed him; you have done what I should've done had he survived, to execute an greed lusting barbarian" Drago revealed to him
"You son of a bitch!" Drayko furiously looked up at him and yelled as he wanted to lunge forward against him, but was struck down by another blasting stream as it was becoming much more fatally lethal than the last
"You and your Night Fury have both paid the price for your lack of loyalty towards the Dragon God who stands before you!" He gave Storm an much more painful stab to the back and had him fire off an longer, devastating blasting stream of lightning against him; lasting much longer and much more painful than before. Drayko's darkblood had begun to foam out of his mouth as the lightning fried him further than before and caused him to spit up as well, vomiting as he was becoming weakened once again until the lightning all stopped for the moment being. It was then that Drago had spoke in low, gravely and harsher tone than before for he declared this to him:
"Now, Drayko Ryder; Legendary Dragon Rider of Draconia and Æðelin of Éðelléas Segenum, you will die..." He finished slowly but darkly as he pulled back his Bullhook to the side, before he swung the thick scythe hook blade to stab into Storm's right talon; causing the Skrill to fully unleash it's power upon his victim, showing clear signs of being disgusted at what he was being forced to do under the fear of Drago's ungodly might
Furiously screaming in pain and yelling in anger as he fully felt the extreme torture that still cannot live up to the Dragon Marauder's ways of breaking the man and Dragon within, lightning ran all over his flesh and static had broken into the very foundations of his bloodveins; he would die not by shock but by burning to death as his entire body was being fried with no true way to stop it all. The sparks crackled everywhere and webs of thunder covered his entire skull, wounds that were once closed were now opened and blood that was once dried spilled out like bathing in a massacre of the innocents; staining the very floors and some of the walls as he continued to moan, scream and snarl in agony. Bladehead had climbed his way up to the balcony had saw that his Skrill was being used against the man whom he had come to become friends with, his anger steamed and blood boiled within as he became engulfed in his own furious flames. Letting out an roar of his own as he ran over and rammed Drago to the side, throwing him over to the balcony where he would fall out of sight before he lifted Storm with his very strength; empowered by the Berserker Rage that was fueled by his thoughts of having Storm be misused for such selfish purposes like these
Ignoring pain, ignoring the deafening screams of agony from Drayko and ignoring the fear of having to fight his own Skrill just as he along with the Knights had witnessed him and Toothless fight against each other; Bladehead focused solely, sightlessly and willingly on his beloved Storm as nothing else mattered to him the most than freeing him of these chains that bind him still. He loved his Skrill more than he could love the time he spent in his Forge as an whole. Storm struggled in resistance within the arms of Bladehead's Berserker Rage infused embrace as his scales became an source of firing webs of electrical firepower in all directions, the final shot before he had reached his limit had tore through the room; ripping into Bladehead as the Berserker Blacksmith of the Tribe carried him above his head and hauled him away from Drayko, who had looked up severely fried to the brink of death. As they came towards the balcony where Drago had retreated back to The Conqueror, Bladehead's skeleton flashed like strobe lights and bled out in the skull as they both gave off one final scream before the former jumped off from the balcony; the lightning crackling down to his flesh, into his armor and finally into his burning heart. Falling and landing into the large bucket of water down below where steam had risen from above, coming out as Bladehead collapsed to the floor and Storm loomed over his Rider; declaring vengeance on Drago for what he had done to not only Drayko and Bladehead, but to himself as well
Dagur the Deranged in the meantime had made his way to Windshear's bindings and broke them with the help of Shattermaster and Sleuther, whom the latter had wrapped around her with his tails to carry her; being too weakened to move an metallic muscle. But as they left the cell, he could only wonder what they were doing to his sister as she was nowhere to be found inside. It was only until the Razorwhip had picked up the scent of her Rider and led all three of them to the top of the tower, where they witnessed the scene before them unfold; and the sight of seeing Heather in such a state of being made his blood boil even worse than Bladehead's, but his rage was fueled by insanity and not by his unstable temper:
Heather had arrived onto the scene to find Drayko's arms pinned to the sides of the wall, lightning crackling all over his armor and still twitching from the pain; although less frequently as he struggled to stand up and free himself, to which Heather had done so for him as he dropped to the floor onto his knees. Having brought an bucket and damp washcloth to wipe away the blood and soothe the electrical burns, expression how she had regretted all of this from the beginning
"I didn't want this to happen..." She told him as she wiped off the blood from his mouth
"Do you have to apologize?" Drayko's horrible, guttural bloody mucus filled voice had asked; all while he kept the cold and introvertive tone all the way through, keeping his eyes closed at the sight of her state of being. Heather ignored the sound of his voice and replied with this:
"I did all of this myself when we first met each other, how could you still act like I've done all of you no wrong?" Drayko did not respond as Heather helped him up, turning his face away as she looked down on herself and realized why he given such response
"Nevermind the fact that I'm exposed in my undergarments, I'll find some new clothes later on. We need to get a move on, Windshear still needs my help" She held Drayko by the shoulder and started to breathe heavily and shorter, until he begun to let out an coughing storm of his own darkblood that not only stained Heather's bikini and ripped clothing; but also stained her face as this coughing frenzy had cleared up his voice and allowed him to speak much more clearly. Although he chose not to speak as they made left the tower and went down the steps, only to encounter an certain man with an Gronckle and Triple Stryke finishing off some Dragon Marauders; turning to face them both as Drayko left to find Toothless who was bound to be within the Prison, waiting for him. "Dagur?" Heather asked
"Nice to see you again sister, now let's leave" Dagur stated quickly as he began to approach the exit, although Heather stopped him
"Is that all you have the say after all this time?" She asked again
"We'll continue this reunion back at Draconia, alright?" Dagur stated as Heather nodded as they both made their way down to the exit, but she could've swore that she saw Drayko go off on his own to look for Toothless; he can't fight with those scars of his, but she is sure that Dagur will know what he was doing since he knew him more than she did
Outside of Darkheart Prison where Chainsmoke and Brimstone had been taking out the outer defenses of the prison fortress, burning the attackers to nothing but ashes to be blown across the Archipelago by the wind; the warriors of Bludvist's Army had done very little in their futile attempts to stop the rogue lava spewing Dragon from gaining the upper hand of triumph over them. The Flyers fared no better as their enslaved Singetails were taken out of the skies while the Trappers had done it their all to bring their new prize down to their clutches. Although the Volcanripper himself proved to be more than a simple challenge and threat as it burned down most of the fleet situated outside
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Mikekolt was bathed in a heavy cascading rainfall of the Dragon Marauder's blood as he wielded their scimitar that allowed him to fire Dragon Root Arrows straight from the blade, he breathed heavily as his midnight black hair was drenched downwards while his chest was scathed in the months without being free of his ungodly and monstrous, relentless torturings. He growled as he slid down from the railings and made a run across to the exit, with the Dragon Hunters firing their Dragon Root Arrows at him under the command of Ryker
He had taken cover as the Hunters began using their Ballista to attack him, which had Mikekolt jump out of his hiding spot and giving out an Berserker Rage like roar as he jumped down and tackled an Hunter into the others; which they had started to dog-pile him. But Mikekolt smacked them all away and threw his scimitar to an Hunter, the impact had left him stunned before he mercilessly killed him one single punch to the skull. The rest he could not deal with as he ran off to where the exit was, but suddenly and without warning; an Marauder had ambushed him from the top of the hall and started to beat him while he held onto his back
He slammed his back against the wall and forced the Marauder to jump off, with Mikekolt taking an Gronckle Iron Sword from the ground and throwing it to pierce him through the chest; taking his scimitar as he continued running off, still breathing heavily as he placed the blade onto his back. But while he ran, he came into contact with the likes of an weakened Drayko Ryder who was going to the exit to find his Night Fury; Toothless. Mikekolt did not say a word as he held him on his shoulder and brought him to where he was heading to, going down the stairs and making it halfway across the catwalk as they were almost out of this hellish nightmare; but the shadowy figure had enough of this madness and threw an knife against Mikekolt's thigh, screaming in pain as he removed it and the shadowy figure revealed itself out of nowhere. Drayko looked up angrily and growled: "Bastard!"
"You thought that I would keep your identity safe from Berk, I had to risk revealing everything to get the Dragon Eye from you. Infiltrating into your former Tribe's world, years of building trust and behaving like I was some buffoonish fob that always kissed the boots of Stoick the Vast along with his scrawny and useless little heir to the throne; all in my pursuit of the one thing I cannot obtain myself to become the richest man who ever lived in the world: The King of Dragons" Traitor Johann, for he would now forever call him as the man who he had once shown respect even in the Hooligans Tribe; for he was apart of the Dragon Hunters all this time and revealed his true nature. Mikekolt brought out his Marauder's Scimitar and started to shorten his breaths as he came closer to them both
"Hand over the Dragon Eye Lens that Heather has given you, or you will suffer the fate of every merchant I took credit from before I killed them and sunk their ships into the seas; you do not want this fate from me..." Johann threatened as he brought out more of his infamous Throwing Knives
"I would rather die!" Drayko, regardless of his electrical pain from the blasting lightning streams from Storm had rushed forwards with whatever speed he had left and tackled Johann; getting into a struggle as Drayko headbutted him and fell off from the catwalk balcony, falling down to the other balcony below as it collapsed underneath them as well. Dagur and Heather had arrived on the scene with Toothless, who was dealing with the Marauders that Mikekolt had been dealing with before; as evidence by the bloody whip lashes on his scales
"You there! What happened?" Dagur asked Mikekolt
"Traitor Johann, he was apart of the Hunters this entire time; he betrayed us all" He responded as Dagur yelled in frustration
"Dammit! Alright just take Toothless with you and take to the skies, the Knights are ready to help take down the fleet outside with Scorpio; you'll know how he survived later, now go!" The Berserker Chieftain ordered as Mikekolt left with the Night Fury, mounting on and taking off to the skies to aid the Knights. Dagur and Heather looked below and made a jump to the bottom to aid Drayko against Johann
Drayko and Johann had fallen to the bottom of the Cavern below where there were many Dragon Hunter weapons situated all around, including an new and improved Catastrophic Tank as the previous ones that they dealt with were prototypes: now having Gronckle Iron armor plating with stronger missiles, faster weapons and even deadlier force as they looked much bigger than the previous ones. Johann proceeded to strike Drayko with his throwing knives, taking advantage of his weakened state as he was too weakened from the lightning blasts; static continuing to run all over him and making him twitch uncontrollably, although the darkblood that foamed from his mouth was not as severe as it was previously
His armor bled out and streamed downwards along with his sanity of wanting to live, he couldn't even fight with Inferno at all as he collapsed onto the floor; with Johann seeking this opportunity to finally have him killed, although he was not happy when Dagur's Axe had deflected the knife he threw. Dagur and Heather stood together against Johann as Drayko struggled to get up, now seeking retribution for Johann's betrayal; Heather took him back to the exit above while Dagur stayed behind to fight Johann
"The death of the new Berserker Chief, Savage means the death of your fractured Tribe" Johann insulted as he attempted to stab Dagur, who caught his arm and bent it backwards with an loud echoing crack
"Then prepare for your death Johann, you traitor!" He swung his Axe against his chest and deflect the knives thrown at him, sending them back as they harmlessly stabbed his neck and allowed him to send a Spartan Kick to one of the rocky walls; grabbing onto the edge and strainfully toppling it downwards onto Johann, where it seemingly crushed him underneath. However, he emerged from the rocks and retreated back to what's left of the fleet
As Heather got Drayko back to the exit with the help of Shattermaster and Sleuther, Mikekolt returned to the exit with Toothless as he touched down on the ground and jumped off to the wall; holding onto the window as he sat atop. The Knights reunited with Drayko to which Valka in particular was overjoyed to see him alive and Maria had hugged him, which he couldn't even respond at all; not because of his cold and introvertive ways, but because of those injuries he was suffering. Bladehead appeared carrying Storm on his back as the Skrill had quite the overload right there, now with all of them reunited with their Dragons; they all made their way to the front gates where Ryker had his arms crossed, guarding it alone with no other Hunters. The Grimborn had then warned them all
"This is your final warning, submit to your loss and surrender your Dragons or die in this prison as none of these Devils will miss you" He brought out both of his twin oxidized copper swords, ready to fight as he knew Drayko wouldn't comply to the former; knowing his stubborn nature
"How about you go to hell instead..." Drayko coughed up some blood before weakly getting off of Toothless and approaching him with his Birthmark glowing, his wounds being concealed by the blood of the Dragons and Inferno being ignited
Ryker only snarled as he rushed forwards against his opponent, with Drayko deflecting the sword swings and attempting to attack him; throwing him off to the side and bashing his head to the other side with his Shield as he was about to make his attack, although Ryker retaliated by parrying to counter with an double punch to the chest and an headbutt against his forehead
Drayko slammed Inferno down hard onto Ryker's twin swords, but the brute of an Dragon Hunter proceeded to stave in a kick to his right leg and slash it through; although there was no damage shown to his leg, blood had sprouted out and Drayko had collapsed onto his knee before grunting in pain
Taking further advantage of his weakened state in a duel where he is deemed victorious, Ryker charged forward and rammed him in the stomach; sending him flying against the wall, being stabbed by the overgrown vines that had him stuck. Before he would allow him to free himself, Ryker ripped him off the wall and proceeded to beat him to the ground; at least until Fishlegs had caught him in a chokehold with Shatterquake from behind, dragging him away so that Arson can heal his wounds. "I will not let you kill him!" Fishlegs decreed as Ryker threw him off
Raijah leaped forwards with his Phoenix Talons and swung his fiery claws all around, attempting to set him ablaze; with him being slashed from side to side as Ryker was starting to become burned, although he painfully caught his sharp claws and pulled him forwards to throw him off to the side. This allowed Maria to fire arrows that sailed through the air and stabbed into his body, with Raijah returning to slam him down to the ground before letting off an stream of flames against him; with Ryker being forced to use his swords to shield himself from any further burns
Afterwards he was then forced to face off against with the acid spewing executioner, Dragur who held his scythe in his hands and his acid sprayer in the other; spinning the former around to the sides as he swung it against him, using the serrated edges of his blades to gain the upperhand as he thought of an way to enrage his opponent. He ordered the Dragon Hunter Archers and Arbalists to fire upon his Changewing, Rose who had turned invisible to escape and using both his anger and love her; he slammed him against the wall but was now forced to deal with the traitorous Eret
"This is not between us Eret" Ryker declared
"Get your ass out of the damn way Ryker, that monster's mine to kill!" He held his own duel blades
While they both charged forwards and clashed against each other, Raedwit and Bladehead with a now recovered Storm flew out to aid Chainsmoke and Brimstone in burning down the rest of the fleet behind the gates. During this time Valka had grabbed an wooden crate and smashed it over Ryker, temporarily stunning him as Eret swung his right sword against his stomach and his left to the leg; with the Dragon Hunter recovering, only to be met with an smack to the face with Valka's hooked Staff
Frost activated his Trident "Snowblind" and created an icy fog of wind to blind Ryker before throwing it against his shoulder, letting his Snow Wraith: Blizzard to freeze the Hunter's legs to stop him from moving. Although he had smashed down on the ice to break some chunks out, Mikekolt threw his scimitar to Heather for her to use and fired off an Dragon Root Arrow against his stomach. "Dragon Root... you try to defeat me using the barbaric savage's weapons against me, I expected better from you Castlekroftservkhall" Ryker irritatingly told Mikekolt off as he continued to free himself from the ice
Out of nowhere however, Dagur jumped from the wall behind and threw his Axe against his back; taking it out as he slashed deeply into his skin, which defeated but not killed him as Ryker finally broke out and removed Snowblind from his shoulder. He collapsed onto the ground and backed up against the gates, at this point had Drayko breathing heavily and angrily with Inferno ignited; lowered by his side. His attention was drawn over to Fishlegs for a brief moment and provoked Drayko to come closer, which had his fierly blade at his neck; he then proceeded to reveal something that would anger and turn on what he thought was his friend
"You poor bastard, you didn't know did you? The Dragons have been hunted down to extinction by now, but they still roam the Island as we're using them for our training for new recruits; they're all being brought to us. Heh heh heh.. here you thought that he was your greatest ally and your best friend, think again Ryder. You have lost the war when it hasn't even begun..." That was all he had told him before tumbling out of the gates to leave Drayko angrily bellowing out in the truth
"You lying son of a bitch, liar of an bastard... Damn you Ryker. DAMN YOU!" He screamed out the last sentence, now overcome with the revelation
"What happened? What did he tell you?" Fishlegs asked in worry for his friend, but what happened next was not something he prepared for. Drayko who was now angered by the truth, had ran over and sent a flying kick the face before backhand slapping him against the ground; with an look of malevolence and betrayal written everywhere on his very face. Meatlug was frightened and the Dragons were angered, although none of the Knights understood the reason; not even Dagur and Heather knew as Fishlegs could hear the snarling breath looming over him
"It's true isn't it?! You and your damn family on Berk knew this whole god damn time!"
"I don't understand, what did he say?" He asked in fear for his life and the wrath of his friend
"You were a fuckin' descendant of the Dragon Hunters this whole god damn time! Because of YOUR Ancestor and the Loyal Order of Ingerman, you hunted down the Dramillions to the edge of extinction; over some damn training for new recruits!" Drayko picked up Shatterquake and held violently gripped it in his hands, with the sun going down in the sky and the wind blowing his hair under the fearsome image of the Knight before him; Fishlegs could only cower before him
Meatlug had rushed to his rescue but ultimately retreated as she met the unmasked face of Drayko, who removed it just to get her to back out of what was about to happen next. His breathing become more shorter and shorter until he strainfully held the War Hammer above himself and unexpectingly turned to throw it against the wall; horizontally straight and stuck without any effort involved. Returning his attention to Fishlegs, still snarling and growling like an angered territorial Dragon; he had gave out this order to him:
"It matters not if you didn't know, you deceived not only me but your own beloved Gronckle; you two are going to Dramillion Island and fix the sins that YOUR Ancestors made, now get the hell out of my sight" He calmly walked away and jumped onto Chainsmoke and Brimstone, whom Fishlegs had looked up and tried to speak
"Drayko... it wasn't my-"
"The sins of the past, ends now..." Drayko slightly turned to face him and gravely spoke out as he took off with Toothless following him, jumping into their pouch as he knew the reason behind his outrage. Leaving behind the Knights and leaving behind Fishlegs to pale, diving into depression as he discovered his true origin
"What have I done?" He collapsed onto his knees and looked down as Meatlug approached him, Dagur walked forward as he told this to him; now understanding his brother's anger
"Yes, it's true that you were apart of the Hunters; but it was one who was led under the leadership of an rather lazy name for him: Ingar Ingerman who was so ruthless to the Dramillions he hunted, they do not forget who is responsible for their scattered packs everywhere in the Archipelago. But it was one of the Hunters led under him that married an Berserker woman, which is the reason you are an descendant of our fractured Tribe" He explained calmly as Fishlegs mounted Meatlug, shedding a tear and flew off without a single word
"Let's go, he's bound to be at Draconia and if not; he's elsewhere in the Archipelago, and Mikekolt do you want to go back to Owl Gut Island? I can take you there" Maria offered
"As long as Chief Gort knows that I'm alive, I'll come looking for you at Draconia; I'm just not feeling like myself to day" Mikekolt nodded before speaking
"And thanks for the weapon, you can take back your sword; I'm more of an Axe person" Heather handed him back the Marauder's Scimitar
"Nah you need somethin' to defend yourself with, every weapon I pick up is expendable; even if I make a sword of my own then I'll continue to pick up another one, I'll find an new weapon to use and discard it if I find a better one. Adapting to whatever weapon I find, that's just how I go with" Mikekolt got onto Stormfly with Maria before taking off
Heather had looked back into the distance of the retreating Ingerman one last time, thinking about how Fishlegs was really upset before turning away; she just had to ask this question in her mind as well as her brother: "Oswald knew this whole time, didn't he?" She wondered as they all flew back to Draconia while Drago Bludvist and his Army retreated back to Mierviea Vde Rallie to plan an new counterattack
Drayko in the meantime had his eyes narrowed and his mind closed from any further thoughts concerning Fishlegs, he had gained very little satisfaction from this victory in rescuing the Knights from Darkheart Prison; but that did not mean he was unthankful for what he did to Ryker, as he declared to himself that he would pay for this, but Drago was going to pay even more and so was Grimmel. Every bastard in the Dragon Hunters will be engulfed in flames of Plasma as he watches them go from dust to ashes in the blink of his narrowed eyes
Who would've guessed that Fishlegs was not only a descendant of the Berserker Tribe, but also of their most hated enemies? Now the truth has been revealed and you now know what Grimmel the Grisly looks like, although he was NOT what either us all were expecting; he reminded me of an Illumination Entertainment villain in the Despictable Me franchise, and he still ended up being one of the most hated villains for who could ever forget the horrible sins he has commited against Hiccup and Toothless? Although he has met his fate by drowning in the seas, his fate here in this Trilogy is even WORSE; but you'll know how he will die when the time comes, I assure you that
Vopiscus Captio on the other hand comes from the future story that I've talked about before: "Knights of the Dragon Riders: Crusaders of the 5th Age" as he is the Main Antagonist in that story, although Athena is an secondary antagonist due to her malevolence caused by her rivalry between her and her brother Ares. I'm actually writing down an Preview for it like I did with Vengeance on Primal Twilight, although until Drayko's revenge against Stoick is completed; I can't show you what he looks like in the future as I've still got this Story to finish writing
Another thing is that at least you know what the Dragon Marauders look like now, I've taken inspiration from an game called: Jak 3 as many players moved onto that game rather than beating Jak II since that game is fucking hard as shit, but I've managed to beat it so there's that. In the former I made it up the Red Gun Course and I couldn't figure out how to beat it, I wanted to see more of the game and I also made it to the Seal Piece in the Slums which is VERY infamous for the reason why many players skip to the third game. Remember this suggestion: Don't like it, don't read it. Otherwise, Feel free to Review and Until we meet again as I will return...
TheLegendaryBlackDragonKnight
P.S: I've gotten so many thoughts in mind that I just have to write them down during when I'm rewriting the chapters for stories that I took down, just to make them better for all of you readers. One of the ideas happened to be the Egyptian's own flight suits which consisted of this: seventeen feathered wings with two rows, top row being an earth blue color and bottom being an beige tan; having metallic gold hiyrogliphics and designs with lipstick red outlines. Oh and they also include an Hawk shaped nemes helmet with an beak and black eyes surrounded in gold markings, I call it the "Wings of Horus" based on the God of the Sky with his eye being an symbol for action, protection, sacrifice, healing, restoration and War itself. So yes, Horus can be considered an God of War; like Montu himself