Had I known that Oswald would've been aware of his descent being among the Dragon Hunters, I would've not have blamed myself for betraying the Knight's trust; especially Drayko's as I do not think I can repair his trust he given to me, but I don't think he trusted me to begin with. I was only acting like a spy for the Berserker Tribe in the Hunters, but please don't tell him that I said any of this...
-Heather
(A/N: Based on the Loyal Order of Ingerman from Race to the Edge, Season 6. Drayko is not seen but he is mentioned more than once, so consider this an little breath of relief as I shift the focus onto Fishlegs with some thoughts being given by the Knights and what they're doing now at Draconia. Speaking of which I've been thinking about an projectile bioweapon that uses Dragon Firepower to use, as it fires off multiple ricochet blasts; although this is very reminiscent of Devil May Cry 1 and 2's Nightmare Beta and Gamma respectively, so I'll save that for Vengeance on Primal Twilight. Enjoy!)
In the first minute he had been with the Knights, he felt like he was the Dragon Knowledge Master and Boulder Class specialist for the School of Dragons built by the very same man whom he owed more than a single debt to; the next? He had discovered the horrifying truth about who he really was, but the reaction from Drayko was what had haunted him in his mind. The way he responded to him, the way he looked like and the way he had his own weapon in his hands; appearing as though he might murder him for being an descendant of an Tribe even he hated for what they did to his beloved Meatlug, the same weapon he was gifted when Red Death stood as their enemy at the time
Such thoughts of the recent events that followed left him to question if it was really his fault that the shadow of extinction followed the Dramillions everywhere they flew and lived their lives at the Islands they made their nests upon; questioning the very thought of having to bear the spilt blood of the Dragons on his hands. They were no hostile threats as it was true he killed some of them, but it was for the reason of defense and for there were no reasoning as they all showed resistance to Drayko; but any of it they directly offered to him in his face, they were dealt mercilessly. It was just too horrible to think that he was the very same person to shame his own family name, if Berk would find out the truth of who he was; then they would make alliances with the same Tribe who not only hurt his beloved Gronckle and his best friend Drayko, but would also hurt his love interest
From the first sight of how he met her, he was quite embarrassed to be around her to say the least; but this did not stop him from telling him about his friend's issues and past he dared not to speak about to the others, giving her the thought of what kind of hell there was on Berk and how she could now imagine the life he had lived. But the way that he angrily assaulted and screamed at him, even telling Heather that he had no say in stopping him from fighting Toothless who was unwillingly controlled by the Black King; the former when she was standing right before the sight of him doing such thing. He had wondered to himself if that he would stand up to the Teens much earlier in the years for Hiccup, he'd be able to enjoy riding with him along with the rest of Berk; but at the sacrifice of knowing such people like Raedwit, Maria, Bladehead, Raijah, Dragur and Arson
Meatlug cooed sorrowfully to her Rider whom she had also nuzzled him, giving Fishlegs even the shallowest shard of hope that he would be forgiven of his ancestor's sins that they have committed against the Dramillions; but had he known that he would be wrong, then he would've had to sneak out of their sight onto the Island and make their way to the Dragon Hunter Recruitment Academy. Looking back on Berk for a moment, he thought to himself that this Island would suit Snotlout as he was willing to become an Dragon Hunter and rip the very fleshy scales off the Dragons for his own armor; the others would do the same, although they would kill the ones who were raiding their Village
Fishlegs and Meatlug flew across the seas as her wings although little had carried her and her Rider through the air with the twilight of the sky deepening into an dusk orange color, the waves lapped from up to down in a perfect relaxing rhythm; from there stood the land before them. Dramillion Island, the place of his doom and grave for he could not learn to forgive himself of the sins that his ancestor had cursed him to live with. It was rocky and abundant with many trees and plants like most Islands within the Archipelago; streams with at least a single waterfall with loose sheep on the Island, equipped with everything that the Dramillions needed to inhabit such place. But unfortunately for those who lived here, the Loyal Order of the Ingermans had an campsite where the Dragon Hunter Recruitment Academy lied; being with an large house where the leader, Cleve had stayed to make sure these Dramillions were hunted down just like the Night Furies here in the Archipelago as he had an alliance with Grimmel the Grisly
The sins of the ancient past were strong within the range they came in, but the Dramillions who resided here on their home were ready for the arrival of an Ingerman that came anywhere close to their homeland; they all watched as they saw Fishlegs and Meatlug come close and because of this, they had assumed that the Gronckle was forced to be a slave to fly him here to their Island. But the Titan Wing Dramillion had different views and did not see Meatlug being forced to do such act, she was more friendly towards him and because of this; she too was considered no different that the Ingerman who rode her, he could care very little of less about if he harmed her. On his command, the Dramillions opened fire upon them
Several different types of Dragon Firepower had been sent towards their direction, forcing Fishlegs and Meatlug to dodge the incoming blasts as he knew these Dragons were capable of copying many fire types. Although both of them knew that she was slow when it came to flying, she was quite adept at dodging through the air as they descended and flew downwards towards the Island. But the Titan Wing Dramillion was going to have it and thus, fired off an Plasma Bolt with two others firing off an Rumblehorn Missile and an deadly Whispering Death ring of flames towards them; which had caused them to be combined into one deadly projectile, both fast and lethal enough so that they would crash into the very solid earth. They will both be judged for what he had done long ago
"Lost control on the Gronckle, we're going down!" Fishlegs thought as he and Meatlug were shot out of the sky by their unknown attackers; revealing themselves to be Dramillions who were ready for his arrival and judgement for what he did, regardless if it was his ancestor who was responsible. Meatlug's tail was smoking and the Titan Wing led his own to where they'll crash towards, with them running in their leader's direction as he was only one without an manacle
The trail of smoke flew across the skies as they both became a blinding flash of light, ending with an large booming impact as clouds of dirt were sent backwards; blowing away as the smoldering fire and smoke have filled the very small dent of the impact crater, Fishlegs had crawled out with him carrying Meatlug's injured body as that Plasma Bolt really put an staving dent in her. Grimy with smoldering and burning ashes, streaming down with some blood from his forehead; he was met with the Dramillions who came running to see the sight before them, although Fishlegs noticed that their tails all had oxidized copper manacles that appeared to stop them from flying off
Before they could start screaming, roaring and screeching at him; Fishlegs took Meatlug's injured body with him as he ran off, out of their sight and towards some cover as he didn't want to face them alone. The Dramillions thought otherwise and their eyes only slightly softened as this Ingerman appeared to be more of an pacificial one, but that retreat only meant that was planning something for them; and they'll be prepared as they decided to tail him from behind without their presence being seen, but still there was just something very familiar about the scent he carried on him. Something forbidden, something that told him that he was an ally to the Legendary Dragon Rider; if he truly was real as they only heard stories about him, never seeing him in person
The Titan Wing Dramillion would have nothing of it as he wanted to get rid of this Dragon Hunter of Ingar as soon as possible, but even his curiosity did not go unpeaked as he first wanted to study him behind the shadows of their Island
Fishlegs stopped for nothing as he carried his Gronckle on in front of his arms, gathering quite some strength to be able to lift someone like her was impressive; but as soon as they reached the waterfall of the Island, he had to stop and rest as Meatlug sluggishly made her way over to his side. She nuzzled against him as he looked down on himself, looking at his very grimy and bloodied hands as he could imagine himself being a Dragon Hunter; albeit would be ashamed for what kind of monster he had become, feeling nothing but the guilt of being an descendant of someone so ruthless and being responsible for hunting down these magnificent species to the edge of extinction
"By the Gods, what I have become...?" He silently asked himself, continuing to mope in despair for he was losing hope for redeeming himself to them; feeling like a cursed prince doomed to remain a beast thanks to being spoiled, selfish and unkind to a beggar who offered him a rose in return for shelter; but was truly an enchantress who saw that there was no love in his heart
He feared for his return to Draconia that he would be exiled and executed for being apart of the Dragon Hunters in the ancient past, because of what Ingar Ingerman had done; he decided it was best to disown him for he was no longer apart of his family, to which Meatlug agreed that he had made the right choice. Coming up closer to her Rider as they watched the waterfall, the Dramillions who watched from behind decided to get a much closer look without showing themselves to them; before seeing him remove his helmet and throwing it to the ground, could this mean that he would dishonor his own ancestor? Was he really that ashamed of being an Ingerman? But it is possible for them to warm up to an Dragon Hunter like him? One of the Dramillions had decided to return to the Titan Wing to inform him of what this Hunter did, hopefully he would understand
However, the Dramillion did not return after a long while; they scattered off to find their missing comrade, if the Dragon Hunters did not take the life of one of their own that is..
For as long as they remained here on Dramillion Island where Fishlegs continued to withdraw himself further from the others in shame, Meatlug had done her best to soften him; but the very truth had stained his mind, freeze his own blood and silenced his family's name. Moping around in the Cave that he resided in and secluding himself away even further, having the boy hide himself from the sights of those who would appear to investigate this Cave; not wanting to face their wrath as Meatlug continued to recuperate from those injuries she suffered upon arriving
But as the evening sun had begun to set below the horizon, an cry was heard throughout the Forest and Fishlegs immediately looked up at the sound; if this could be an Dramillion in trouble, then he might as well do his best to save him as it would not change their damn minds regardless. They'll assume that he was responsible like every other thing that Ingar has done to them, oh but wait that's right; Ingar is not his ancestor anymore, he's no descendant of the Dragon Hunters. Neither will he ever choose to be one as he would rather keep his Berserker ancestry. He got up from the waterfall and went off to search for the source of the cry he heard
He made his way through the woods and climbed over some of the rocks to come across an trail of blood, and doing what Eret would do such as tracking down this injured Dramillion; he followed the path as his mind was clouded by what consequences would await him should he be caught in the act at the wrong place and wrong time. Coming across to an clearing where the injured Dragon was as some Dragon Hunter recruits were walking towards it with their weapons armed. He would not let them kill a defenseless Dragon who is wounded and left to die, thus he came out of the bushes and brought out his War Hammer as he came rushing towards the recruits to fight them off
He swung his Hammer to the left side as the powerful impact met at the skull of the Hunter, shattering it as he fell to the floor with an bleeding hemorrhage thanks to the impact while the other one was also sent to the floor; but Fishlegs swung his weapon downwards onto the back and did so multiple times before ending it all with an powerful crunch that truly shattered his bones. Emerging victorious as he turned to the Dramillion who witnessed everything before him, he also saw Fishlegs take his helmet off and try to destroy it as a sign of wanting to help him; at least until Meatlug helped him in destroying it, to which he then threw his Hammer to his Gronckle and approached the wounded Dragon
The Dramillion before him looked up as he approached, plopping it's head towards the ground as it knew that he was defeated; if he would be killed by an Ingerman who would use his bare hands, he'll be killed by his own terms and with his guts. But Fishlegs had only bent down to it's fallen body and examined him, stroking it's wounded scales before it's tail was investigated by him; he wondered if this Dragon Hunter was going to cut off his tail instead, just so he'll bleed out by the time his pack members find him. He was trying to save his own pack but ended up being wounded by the new recruits, especially that Jorgenson person. He had an royal blue color with some midnight blue stripings, sporting an pearl white to silver underbelly with chilli red scales patterned on it's body
"Tranchant, you still have enough strength for an magnesium stream? I have an idea to deal with these manacles" Fishlegs asked the now named Dramillion
Tranchant responded by firing off the Nadder's magnesium stream towards it's binding, with Fishlegs giving the order to fire off an magma blast that ultimately ended up destroying it; freeing his tail and allowing him to take flight once more, however Fishlegs quickly left with Meatlug as he didn't want to face his wrath. But Tranchant bore no will of hatred towards the Ingerman boy, the Dramillion instead followed him back to his cave; with him knowing that the others were watching him the entire time as they now know how to free themselves of their manacles
Once Fishlegs had returned to the safe haven for both himself and Meatlug, he had hoped that they were not being followed; but it looked like that he was wrong as he turned to see that Tranchant had taken this time to go ahead and visit him at this haven. He had begun to think and worry about that the others would not take this act of friendliness towards one of their own, being that they would believe that he was kidnapping one of their own and their wrath would rain down upon him soon. Tranchant had sensed this boy's worry and cooed to him, wanting to make him feel a little bit better than before as he felt more confident in himself; but the pain would not go away as the Titan Wing ordered the others to plan this trap for the Ingerman Boy
On the Titan Wing's command, the Dramillions proceeded to attack the cave in order to bring him out to face their judgement towards him; using several diffrent fire types to blast the cave, which had Fishlegs bringing both Meatlug and Tranchant out with him to confront them all. That was when they all attacked him by not only using the same tactic they did to lure him outside but they also came swooping down to attack him head on, forcing him to use his War Hammer against them in self defense; especially as he kept yelling out to them: "I don't want to fight you, Ingar Ingerman is not apart of my family anymore after what he did to you!" He yelled at them angrily as his demands fell on deaf ears, once again with his confidence being lost and replaced with not only tears that streamed down his face and begging for them to stand down; they did stop as the Titan Wing appeared before him thanks to it's camo ability, screeching at him as he stood his ground
"That's enough! I don't want to hurt any of you!" He knew Dragonese as all of the Knights have learned the language for their bonds with their Dragons to become just as powerful and unbreakable as Drayko and Toothless' bond has become
The Titan Wing had refused as the others snarled and roared at him, questioning for what reason would ever want to not kill someone of the Loyal Order of the Ingerman; to which Fishlegs had responded with this
"Because I want to put a end to Ingar's legacy!" He screamed back at them
The Dramillions had responded with an open sense of arrogance in him, wanting to destroy something that he had created in the first place; but nevertheless wondering how he would destroy such group that he would rather dishonor than accept what he is, now seeing him as someone who can't take even the slightest of responsibility for his actions. The Titan Wing would have none of this bullshit from the now lying Ingerman as he continued to screech at him, with the boy screaming back at him to stop; but when the Titan Wing had fired off an Deathgripper's highly acid burst against Meatlug, although Fishlegs had taken the hit using an treelog to block the attack. Standing in front of her as he declared
"Don you hurt her, you Devil!" Fishlegs screamed back at the Titan Wing, to which the Dramillions had snarled viciously at what the Ingerman had called them all in front of their faces
Devil or not, Fishlegs would not let them hurt Meatlug nor would they let them torment him at all; let alone an flock of survivors as he now stood against them. Once again thanks to the Dragonese language he learned from Ru, the Titan Wing had told him it ain't fair to take out his own hypocritical rage out on them because he started and drove them all to down to the brink of extinction in the first god damn place; sins of his ancestors or not. At this point, Fishlegs could not convince them that he was not one of the Hunters; instead screaming in front of his face as he ran off afterwards, saying that none of them know anything about him. Leaving their sight with Meatlug and Tranchant following behind, tears falling harder than before in his frustration before the soft earth within the Forests. Eventually finding his head down in front of the waterfall, standing as he told them both
"Meatlug, Tranchant... I want you to leave the Island" Fishlegs told them both as Meatlug cooed sorrowfully at him
"You wouldn't..." He heard her voice tell him, but only turned to face her
"Look at me, this is all that I've become now. I tried to change things for the better as that was what Drayko wanted me to do, but I was only fooling myself; lying to myself that I can't be anymore different than what what that disgraced Ingar wanted me to become. I'll always be an Dragon Hunter, so I should live like one; being tormented by them and with no one by me, alone. If it's how every one of these Dramillions feel, who am I to blame them?" He then looked up at his own arms, hallucinating that they were stained in the darkblood of the Dragons he slain
"This was my curse, my punishment for hunting them down and being incapable of giving mercy to any Dragon here on this Island. Then there was you, the one who saw through the fog of lies as I will never cast my memories of Meatlug aside or the short moments of time I spent with you Tranchant. I'm staying behind and fixing the sins I've committed against everyone here, consider this my final evil act as an descendant of an Dragon Hunter. Goodbye, Meatlug" He walked away from the two overcome with despair in his heart, not wanting for them to stay here any longer as he believed nothing could be changed from the past of his disowned ancestor
An red Dramillion hatchling came across in his path and cooed softly at his side, but Fishlegs did not turn his head to face the young lad; instead telling him this: "Keep your sympathy, no one can forgive the treachery I've done against your kind" He continued walking off along the path, leaving the hatchling behind to whimper at him; as if he knew how he felt about what he was feeling, despair
But while Fishlegs went off alone to fix the sins that Ingar Ingerman had caused for him to be tormented by, the Knights all had their thoughts about what had happened before; here are the thoughts given by them:
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Maria was taking out her anger on the targets that she was practicing with, but she was more than just that. How could someone like him be so cold hearted against somebody who didn't know his ancestors was apart of the Dragon Hunters? For someone who could be so cold and introvertive in this journey to stop Drago Bludvist, he had quite the enraged temper as it was one of things that an Hooligan named Mulch used to say: "It's always the silent ones who snap the loudest" He looked like he wanted to kill him but thankfully he didn't, the fact that he was acting like a dick at times had her more curious than angry; did that night on the ship give him trouble to trust people like Heather for example? All of this plagued her mind as she took a break with Stormfly soothing her worries, at least it was nice to have her Nadder back and at least now the hell in Darkheart Prison was over. She breathed one out and continued to work out her intent to understand Drayko's current outrage more clearly and better
Raedwit was no better as he was even worse than Maria, though he was more angry at Ryker Grimborn for clouding his mind of such lies; trying to anger and make his own friend turn against Fishlegs while he got away with it. Right now at this moment he was in his room, working on an new firearm projectile that was based off the Demons they've been fighting off thanks to Blight: It was supposed to be based on an molten two headed bat demon that drips with thick black steaming sludge. Although he eventually took a break and went to comfort Vixen as he kept her hidden from the eyes of the Hunters and taken care of. He could imagine her suffering nightmares after seeing the angriest side of her owner, but never again will he let Drayko be bombarded with the lies of the Hunters; the next time he encounters them and tries to pump him with their bullshit, they will face his true wrath
It was Raijah who remained the most silent on the subject and followed in Maria's way to work out his frustrations by striking violently against the dummy, but that did not help in the slightest of trying to figure out and burn the very thought of what went wrong back at Darkheart Prison; having a leader scream at somebody so innocent, but it was the fact that Fishlegs was being screamed at for being an Dragon Hunter in the past. It was for the fact that he would lie about not being one, if he gotten anywhere near him or Hookfang then he would've ripped him a new asshole before burning him to the ashes; just so he can take his remains and have them blow all over the deserts of Saudi Arabia, or at least douse him in cold water and hurt him so more just to punish him. Like Raedwit he was more concerned with dealing against the Hunters and those who would reveal the truth to Drayko like that, but for him it was rather about punishing them as both him and Fishlegs would've returned here by now and dealt with some things first together
Valka just didn't know what to think anymore as Cloudjumper stood by her side, holding her with his wings to make sure she's been soothed of what was bothering her the most; she was mostly concerned about how upset they both were, both angrily and fearfully. It wasn't something that they would deserve to be ashamed of, he may have been an descendant of the Hunters but that wasn't the point. He was not destined to be like his horrible ancestor, Ingar Ingerman; he was meant to be his own independent person as he alone controls his destiny; no one may use him like a puppet of their own, not even an delusional proclaimed Dragon God like Drago Bludvist may use him like a puppet. She calmed down for the time being and decided against talking to her son, knowing that he would not want to hear anything from her as he's been treated like shit enough; he's too focused on having Drago be murdered
Eret did not seem to be the least surprised that he knew about who Fishlegs was, Drago himself knew it from the start as he was once his most trusted Trapper; but that bastard's gonna have a dent in his skull when he's through with him. It's true that Drayko wants to kill him for what he did to Toothless and he understands that, but he's pissed off too for betraying him after Valka had gotten away with the captured Flightmare who now rests with Valka at the stables; where the School of Dragons is located, although he's quite torn in between blaming Ryker Grimborn for telling an emotionally unstable man or for calling Drayko out for being a dick. He just doesn't know which decision is right at all
Dragur the Executioner appeared to be the most calm about this situation at hand, but that was only because he would rather not be involved in the affairs of others. Rose can feel that he was supposed to be happy no one hurt her, but he wasn't even in the slightest bit happy at all. She knew that her Rider was confused and didn't understand what was happening at all, experiencing it all in his helmet's vision; but he didn't want to expose his face to anyone at all, so there's that justifiable excuse
Bladehead was very highly slim on control over his infuriation in his career as an Blacksmith before he would launch into an unstable Berserker Rage, tearing the hell out of his own smithery; to which unfortunately that he was what he had done just now. He threw over his table and began to trash the whole room all while he roared in his rage, letting out an bellowing scream throughout the whole Main Hall; with General Scorpio having to lead the New Riders away, even the Timberjack and Snaptrapper Rider away from the chaos. According to Dagur as they learned the hard way long ago, nobody wants to be in his smithery when he is angry; not even the most fearless could stand in his face before becoming a fleeing coward, not even a Viking like Fearless Finn Hofferson. But he was not afraid of him, he was just being cautious whenever he was around him; it's just that he ain't warning no one about his unstable condition when it comes to insulting his work, because they do not leave his smithery alive if they would dare do so according the rumors spread about through the Archipelago
Arson was checking out the medical stuff about Drayko's condition and Fishleg's wound, speculating that it was an Sudden Onset Aggression (SOA)/Avalance of Rage syndrome seeing that he had literally put a real dent to Fishleg's face after kicking him and landed a nasty slap on his cheek. He was examining Drayko's X-Ray and trying to investigate what had went wrong in his mental brain capacity, he was sure that there was something about him that caused him to be unstable from the inside; the memories on Captain Lech's ship clearly must have broken him more than it had him scarred from the inside, like an nightmare that continued to haunt him and drive him further into madness. But he does not seem to be bothered by it, as if he was trying to keep his mind occupied on other matters that need his attention
Frost on the other hand was helping out Arson create a ice pack for Fishlegs and having Blizzard help him out with the burns, slash marks, stab marks and filth of the Knights who were tortured within Darkheart Prison. Taking note on how cold Drayko was within, yet he showed signs of going off to the edge of suicide just to take back Toothless from Drago's control over him; just to show how much he cared about him just like how he cared about his wife, the only one who could warm him without trying to kill him with his severe heat intolerance. He showed some regret about his first impression to the Knights, being an very cold bastard who just wanted Aurora back; no one else but her as he could not imagine a life without her. Thanks to that deathly disease and the final moments he spent with her, his fears were calmed and no longer was he ever going to have to worry as Jokrel was dead. Now he can truly be free, although it would be quite lonely without her around; but he has since gotten quite used to this loneliness thanks to Blizzard, at least he's here with him to keep his heart warm enough to make sure he's not too lonesome
At long last there was Heather who just so happened to be the worst offender of them all, feeling the most sympathy for her friend who was starting to feel very affectionate towards her; it was true that she was more into the intelligent rather than the macho Vikings like "Snotbitch" whom Drayko referred him to as, which was justifiable since he talked very negatively about him. Fishlegs was both cute and funny, Drayko simply supported them in secrecy and he had no issue with them sharing their feelings; but the latter though... she knew how cold and depressed he was no thanks to Captain Lech wanting him to make the Dragons feast, just to turn them into cannibals which made her disgusted and relieved that she never met such man in her travels and raids with Windshear. But that was over seven to eight months ago, the latter being a long time as Drayko was bound to be in the state that he was now; things have changed and she would've assumed that he would be much wiser. Well he was definitely wiser, but he was also colder, darker and he looked more tired than before. She regretted the day that she tried to break up the fight between him and Toothless under Drago's control, she admired him for being one of the cutest looking Dragons among the Archipelago but that's just her; anyways, she felt like this was her responsibility and she betrayed them all with the trust that was given to her
Wanting to seek out the moment to redeem herself for what she supposedly done against the Knights as a whole, she exited out of the Main Hall with Windshear following behind; walking down the steps as she mounted onto her Razorwhip and told her: "Let's go girl, it may not be too late to help him out" Windshear nodded and took off from the skies, with her brother Dagur watching from behind as he looked on with both Shattermaster and Sleuther by both of his sides; knowing what she was doing
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Fishlegs had sat down and had his head buried into his arms with his legs spreaded out, thinking about his previous life and how he was never able to help Hiccup due to the fear of being mistreated like him; he had come a long way since then and would give up his Tribe and Family to protect him, having no interest in honoring the name but instead wanting to spread the distaste over Ingar Ingerman for what he had done. He was not meant to be an Dragon Hunter, and he was not even one to begin with back on Berk. He was an Dragon Rider at heart, one who would defend those who lived peacefully on the Islands without having the need to attack others; slay those who were hostile and unsavable as they cannot be reasoned with and sacrifice what was needed to keep them from further harm, if he ever saw an Deathgripper then he would most definitely be on the case of who he would find out if it was being forced in control against their will. If he only knew that he was right about what Grimmel does to his Deathgrippers
The sound of struggles coming from below had interrupted his thoughts and had Fishlegs look down from below the cliff to find some of the New Recruits of the Dragon Hunters forcing the manacled Dramillions inside the oxidized copper cages. "Get in there you Devil!" The leader known as Cleve shouted. Fishlegs shook his head and slid down the stone wall to have a word with him, approaching the Dragon Hunter as he turned to face him. Cleve had an dark pickle green tunic with an berry red vest, sporting an open faced tri-spiked leather sided helmet; having the built upperbody like all Hunters, with the same berry red kilt around his waist to the sides
"Who the hell are you?" Cleve asked sarcastically, crossing his arms
"Release the Dramillions right away!" Fishlegs demanded
"The hell I will and I assume YOU want to join them?" Cleve refused and taunted him, Fishlegs only growled and spun Shatterquake over his head before slamming it to the ground to imitate him
"Release them now, by order of Fishlegs of the Ingerman Family!" He revealed the Berserker Amulet he wore and signified his relation with the Hunters and Berserkers, Cleve only got angry and spat in his eye
"You might as well compare yourself to the almighty Thor and Lord Odin themselves, Ingar Ingerman should be ashamed of you; now get out of my sight or I will have you tied to a chair where you'll watch us feast on the Devils like true Ingermans!"
"You cannibals!" Fishlegs gripped his War Hammer, threatening to strike him down
While the two were heating up in their argument back and forth from each other, the Dramillions took this time to escape into the Forest where Tranchant flew towards them; showing his tactic for destroying the manacles on their tails, thanks to him they were able to adapt to using the tactic for the others who were still trapped and regain their freedom. Now it was time to begin the revolting uprising against the Dragon Hunter Recruitment Academy and reverse the Legacy of the Ingermans once and for all. They started out by taking care of their other brethren before gathering up the rest and heading to the command of the Titan Wing Dramillion before them, in the meantime Fishleg's and Cleve's argument became worse overtime
"You are pushing me to my limits, GET OUT!" He shouted
"How about you get out of my face!" Fishlegs shouted back. Cleve saw nothing but red in his face as his pressuring, boiling point had broken through; no longer able to keep his cool as he turned to the Hunters and demanded them by giving this order to him
"Hunters! Archers, kill him! I want him dead, get him out of my sight now!" The Archers and Arbalists loaded their weapons before firing away at not Fishlegs, but at the sudden attack of the Dramillion uprising that was formed as they began to rain chaos upon the campsite. Cleve was caught off guard about this and turned to Fishlegs as Tranchant landed behind him along with Meatlug
"You have underestimated the Dramillions for the last time Cleve, Ingar Ingerman will never again be my ancestor and his legacy ends now. You will not touch him nor her at all!" He swung his hand to the side, having Meatlug and Tranchant stand back while secretly giving them the order to destroy the statue of his disowned ancestor
"None of it matters if you're an Ingerman, I do not take orders from a dishonorable member of his family like you!" He came rushing forwards with his Axe in hand to swing against Shatterquake, being deflected in the process with Fishlegs swinging it against his forehead to send him backwards
The other Dramillions had laid waste to the campsite, raining down the combined firepower of various Dragons; including the Night Fury with it's unmatchable and deadly Plasma Bolts as everything set ablaze, with Tranchant and Meatlug targeting the statue of Ingar Ingerman as they began to fire towards it. Blowing it up and bursting into flames as it finally exploded, the head becoming pieces of all that was and the Axe that was wielded spun into the air; with Tranchant aiding his fellow allies to help out Fishlegs. The Titan Wing only shook it's head at Fishlegs fighting their main enemy, still refusing to accept responsibility and to admit his part in hunting them down; just as stubborn as Ingar was ruthless with no passion in his heart
As the Dramillion Revolt led on to the destruction of the campsite, Fishlegs and Cleve dueled fiercely and furiously from within their hearts; one of ruthlessness and now compassion with the other of intelligence and kindness towards the Dragons, two forces for whom the former had the upperhand and was on the winning side for the fate of the Dramillions who were on the edge of extinction. Fishlegs swung Shatterquake to the sides in order to deflect Cleve's Axe swings, countering them with the power that the War Hammer possessed as he struck against his knee; collapsing it on the inside as he began to whimper in pain
Fishlegs ran up to his injured opponent and swung his War Hammer upwards against his chin, launching himself up as well before slamming him down towards the Island; all while he grabbed onto the handle of the Giant Axe of Ingar Ingerman to throw down towards him, being caught by Meatlug while the weapon came down fast; striking both of his legs and his left arm as it struck the ground, leaving him to crawl back inside the lodge to pray to the man whom he treated like an deity
"Ingar, answer to me in my most desperate time; please, I beg of you!" He begged for mercy, bleeding out in pain as he could no longer feel the warmth in his skin; but instead having the cold chill of Hellheim blow right past him like a breeze in the wind
With the aid of his beloved Meatlug and his new Dramillion friend known as Tranchant along with the others, they all opened fire upon the lodge where Cleve had taken cover in; setting it ablaze and burning it to the ground as they collapsed the very foundation from within; ultimately crushing the fading and bleeding life of Cleve with his last breath, cursing Fishlegs for dishonoring his own family name. The doors came crashing down and the wood burned to characoal, snapping into deadly sharp splinters that came flying into pieces and the rocks came sliding down from the mountain were triggered by the revolt; all on the command of the boy who had reversed his legacy, a path that will never again be followed down upon
Although the day seemed to be saved and the Dramillions have been freed as they would thrive again, the same cannot be spoken for the Titan Wing who was heavily injured during the attack and because of his stubbornness; he fired off one final blast towards Fishlegs, who was struck off of Meatlug before falling to the ground. Hitting the earth and having the Dramillions stand in front of him as if they were defending him against the Titan Wing, snarling against him as it was him who had given back their freedom and saved their lives; it was not going to end like this, there was a task that had be done firsthand
Fishlegs stood up using his Shatterquake as both Meatlug and Tranchant supported him, walking towards the Titan Wing with a limp in his leg; as the stubborn Dramillion continued to refuse his company, with the Ingerman defiantly standing up for himself against him. It growled one last time before submitting to him, having no strength left to fight back as he got down to examine his wounds
"I will never again let another ancestor lead you to the edge of extinction. No more suffering, no more pain and no more endless nights of hiding in the shadows; you are free now" He told him calmly as the Titan Wing closed his eyes to rest before Fishlegs turned to face the others
"Take him to Caldera Cay, Mala will take care of him with her life; I trust you'll do the right thing" Fishlegs told the others who nodded and proceeded to fly off, carrying their leader in their talons as the rest of them gathered around Fishlegs who had approached Meatlug. She and Tranchant cooed at him as he asked himself of how could he ever ask them both to leave him by himself, all in his despair of trying to reverse an legacy that Ingar would never again rebuild. The red Dramillion from earlier had also comforted him as Tranchant decided to adopt him as his son, knowing that the others had forgiven him after the heroic acts he had done for them
"You were right the whole time, the only thing that matters now is that the Hunters will never again be able to recruit the others for their schemes; you'll all thrive again just like the Night Furies, they will never be extinct just like you. After all, Grimmel overestimates himself"
With the task now completed and the redemption now earned, Fishlegs only found it appropriate if he shared his dance with Meatlug in the ruins of the Dragon Hunter Recruitment Academy campsite; unaware of Heather watching from above and smiling at the sight, nobody could ever get in between the bond of him and his Gronckle. An Hunter and Berserker descendant who has reversed his ancestor's legacy and an Dragon who acts like an princess in his stories; with her Razorwhip by her side atop of the cliff, they both watched on the two as the sun began setting down. Thus, creating what shall be known as a one of a kind bestseller by Fishlegs Ingerman about how a man can reverse a sin by their ancestors for the sake of an Dragon species that was driven to the edge of extinction; aiding the survivors to destroy the ones who made him suffer the wrath and distrust that was given to him, regardless of wanting to help them thrive again
This story would be known as none other than: The Dramillion Legacy...
Think of this as a metaphor for how one man can change history within the past to heal the old wounds, this was at least a happy ending for Fishlegs, Meatlug and Tranchant as all of the Dramillions who were imprisoned on their own native Dramillion Island are now all freed; better stay tuned for more Chapters like these as the next one is focused all on Speedy, because I'm sure you loved him and would've loved to see him more in Race to the Edge. The Alpha Stinger will fall and an new one will rise with the help of Drayko, Toothless and the Volcanripper known as Chainsmoke and Brimstone. 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 was really hoping to finish this Chapter since I can't move onto the others without finishing this one, this forces me to cut out pieces of the Chapter and paste them on an a document so that I can save them. This is hell on my time and it's tedious as fuck because you know what it feels like, you've all done it before just so you'll have less to write if you're posting some pieces onto the document you're posting for the Chapter of your story and one shot. I really need to stop this just like how I stopped playing ROBLOX since that game can cause an addiction, it's not very good anymore and it can really kill you on the inside. Nobody wins when they play that kind of game, for me it just makes me want to throw up like Morgan from Supersize Me