Help those in need.
Even if it's dangerous.
Plan A failed.
It had gone perfectly. They had met the mother first, who didn't like them being there so she started to chase them. Which was what they had predicted and they were grateful they hadn't met her son yet. The gang had landed on the island and the mother had calmed down so much that Vylma started to talk to her. Earning her trust wouldn't be easy, but Vylma had her attention until the screaming death came and at that moment, the sun shined through the clouds, making the screaming deaths mother frightened and she flew blinded right into the mountain.
The gang and their dragons was in the air right when rocks and boulders fell down right on the mother. Her wings broke and she screamed in pain. And that's when they got the screaming death on their tails.
"Plan B everybody!" Stoick yelled out and flew away from the fire blast from the screaming death.
"Eh, I think we need a plan C." Ingrid said and looked back to see where the screaming death was.
With a blast from Zap and Zip, Leif and Olav regretted their command to their dragon as soon the screamed death turned around and started chasing just them.
"Fire at will!" Stoick commanded and the rest of the riders fired at the big white dragon.
They had him surrounded. Nine dragons fired at him, until only eight did.
"Stop!" Vylma screamed over the fire blasting.
They stopped and turned their heads at her direction.
"Why?" Thora asked. "We got him!" she gestured to the screaming death, which head hang low like he was dizzy.
"Let's help his mother. If we show him that we aren't a threat, than maybe we-"
A shower of spines flew through the air. The screaming death was back from the dizziness.
"Got one!" Leif yelled out, holding a white spine shot in his hand.
"Perfect!" Brant exulted. "Let's get out of here."
But the roar from the screaming death made sure that they wouldn't fly away from here without him.
"Fast!" Brant yelled and started to fly towards Berk. Olav, Leif, Thora, Frida, Magnhild and Finn flew after him as fast as they could, they would at least try to shake him off.
Vylma looked down to the mother, who laid almost still. She had a plan. A dangerous plan.
"I'll make her roar so the screaming death will come back here." she said and flew down to the whispering death.
"Vylma!" Stoick called efter her.
"She's right you know." Ingrid said and looked down at Vylma. Stoick looked puzzled at Ingrid. "The mother is the key to earn the screaming death's trust. That was plan A anyway."
A roar from the whispering dead made the screaming death come flying back to the island, right towards Stoick and Ingrid.
"DIVE!" Stoick yelled and Egil dived and they shot up right before they hit the ocean water. "To land, bud." Egil landed on the rocky surface, with the view of the whispering death and Vylma.
Kyrja landed beside them and Ingrid jumped of her back. Ingrid walked to Stoick, who stood beside Egil and had his eye on his sister.
"You think she can help her without our help?" Ingrid asked him. "I know she good with dragons, but she has a tendency to try to train any dragon, even if it's dangerous."
Stoick snorted. "Sounds like dad or your dad." Ingrid smiled at that.
"I atleast know when a dragon is wild enough to not train it." Ingrid pointed out.
"So, you don't believe in that every dragon can be trained?" Stoick asked and crossed his arms over his chest while looked at Ingrid.
Ingrid looked up to him, because he was a head taller than she. "I do believe in that, but I also believe that not every dragon wants to be trained. Some dragons prefers to be wild and I say we let them be so."
Stoick smiled at her and she smiled back at him.
"WAIT!"
Both Stoick and Ingrid turned their heads to the yell. Vylma stood between the screaming death and the whispering death. The screaming death looked at her with anger and the whispering death looked curious and waited for whatever would happen.
"Please," Vylma began with the most calm voice she could master at that moment, facing the screaming death. "All I want is to help. I'm sorry this happen to your mother and I'm here to fix it. I'm not sure you fully understand me and I'm sure you don't trust me, so I have to show you."
She turned her back to the screaming death and faced the whispering death. Her wings was under a few rocks and they looked broken. Her tail was under some boulders and Vylma knew she couldn't lift them by herself. But the rocks was something she could move by herself. Thank the gods the sun had moved behind clouds.
Vylma slowly approached the mother, who looked at every move she made. Her son growled and Brie was quick to growl back at him. Brie had control of the screaming death and making sure he was calm.
Vylma crouched down a little with her hands out before her, making sure the screaming death saw that didn't have any weapon in her hands. "I want to help you. I'll begin to lift the rocks from your wings. Okay?"
The whispering death rumble, which Vylma took as a yes.
With small steps, Vylma approached the first wing and started lifting the rocks from it. The whispering death whimpered in pain when each of the rocks was lifted. The wing looked swollen and bruised when the rocks was off and yes, broken.
"I'm so sorry." apologized Vylma to the whispering death.
When the rocks on the other wing was gone, it was only the tail that was left buried.
"Now we only have the tail left and you're free." Vylma said and walked to Brie and climbed on. "I'll need Brie's help with those rocks and maybe more help." Vylma turned her attention to the screaming death.
"What's happening?" Ingrid whispered to Stoick. They both stood in the same spot as they had before and just watched at Vylma helping the whispering death.
"I'm pretty sure she just gained their trust." Stoick whispered back.
"Why are we whispering?" Brant asked.
The rest of the gang who flown back had come back when they realize the screaming death turned around and Stoick, Vylma and Ingrid didn't come along. Now they all stood watching Vylma and Brie helping a whispering death from being trapt. The screaming death also helped them moving boulders and rocks and when she was free, Brie landed a few meters from mother and son.
"Good job, girl." Vylma said to Brie and leaned forward. "Remind me to give you a big bag of fish when we get home." Brie purred at that and Vylma smiled.
Now the screaming death was facing them and Vylma's smile didn't fade. "I'm not sure I need a thank you for this, but-"
The screaming death roared at their faces.
Vylma let out a breath and smiled again. "I'll take that as a thank you."
Meters from them stood the gang and when the screaming death rored his "thank you", Ingrid grasped Stoicks arm in shock. She didn't realize it, no one did expect Stoick who looked down at his left arm that was held by Ingrid. But he didn't have time to think about it when she let go and was walking towards Vylma and Brie, who had landed before them.
"You were amazing!" Ingrid burst out while Vylma jumped down from Brie's back.
"Well, earning a dragon's trust is the key to be friends with them. Isn't it?"
"Come on." Magnhild said and climbed on Temple's back. "Let's go home."