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The Fire's of Revolution Chapter 2 : Out of the Ashes
Valka had returned to the riders to check up on Astrid and the other's dragons.
Astrid was just shaken, Hiccup was releaved, if anything bad had happened to her...(you get the jist.)
The dragons on the other hand, were WRECKED!
Hookfang couldn't control his flames so they were flickering on and off every 2 minutes or so.
Meatlug couldn't keep her balance, she was constantly falling and Fishlegs kept pushing her back up.
And Barf and Belch were VERY out of sync, so much it was as if they forgot they were 1 dragon, not 2.
Toothless and Stormfly were extremely tired so they were just having a rest as the sun started to set.
"Mom, did you catch the dragon, I need some good news today?" Hiccup enquired, a mix of exhaustion and annoyance in his voice.
"Sorry son, it got away" Valka said, almost comically, she was planning something. "I didn't see the rider either."
"WHAT! So that was all for nothing. REALLY!" Snotlout was annoyed, really annoyed, possibly because his butt was on fire earlier.
"I wouldn't say that." Okay, now she is definitely planning something. "We learnt of a new species of dragon."
"Wish I'd seen it up close though, it was so cool." Fishlegs whined, probably just tired from lifting Meatlug.
But you should be careful what you wish for...
Suddenly, once again, a colossal roar filled the air.(Well isn't this deja-vu.)
"Battle positions, everyone!" Hiccup commanded until he realised the dragons were imobile.
Valka didn't move at all, she simply stood their and smiled at the creature.
"MOM, what are you doing, get over here." Hiccup shrieked as the behemoth came in for a landing.
"He won't attack us as long as we don't provoke him." Valka said, completely unfazed by the dragon. "Please just put down your sword, son."
"HE? HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW IT'S A HE?" Hiccup figured she knew something, and he wanted to know, NOW.
To everyone's suprise, once it landed, it went straight for Valka, bowing it's head before her and she responded by stroking its crest.
"Okay, what happened when you went after that dragon" Hiccup asked, interested and slightly annoyed that she didn't tell the truth at first.
"Maybe I should tell you that" the rider suddenly appeared, gliding from the opposite direction and landing on the opposite side of the dragon, their mask on once again.
"What in Thor's name" cried Snotlout. "Where in the world did you come from?" Ruffnut added. "What is going on?" Fishlegs finished.
" It's a funny little story honestly. It all started with..." The rider was cut off as Hiccup raised his sword. The giant creature responded by hissing and baring its black teeth.
"Mom, get away from them." Hiccup still is of little trust. "If you want to get out of this, get on your dragon and GET OFF OF MY ISLAND!"
"HICCUP, drop that sword before we're all scorched." As Valka said this, the dragon was inhaling deeply, preparing for a jet of fire to blast forth.
"Listen to your mom, mate. I can't control him if he's annoyed." The rider raised their hands and backed away from the creature.
"Fine" He dropped the sword and raised his hands, seeming non-threatening to the creature. It lowered its head and relaxed.
"So exactly how did you get all of this info, Valka." Astrid asked, intrigued by the behemoth now.
"IT TRIED TO KILL YOU!" Hiccup shouted. "It defended itself" Astrid added, losing her temper. "You're the one who shot at it."
"You SHOT at MY DRAGON?" The rider lost it, he was about to unsheath their blades when... "BOTH OF YOU, RELAX!" Valka had had enough.
Both of them lowered their weapons and backed off, no-one would dare challenge Valka's authority. "Now, let's fill you in." Valka implied, returning to her normal tone.
"Yes, yes, of course. Shall we begin?" The rider added, trying to relax. The riders nodded, they wanted to know.
"Maybe we should get inside though, it is getting pretty dark." Snotlout suggested.
As if on que, a night terror sounded off, indicating the fall of night. The riders went into the Great Hall to continue the story...
Great Hall
It was a tight squeeze with the behemoth near them so he sat at the other side of the fireplace. The atmosphere was normal.
"So I was aproaching a grove where I saw the Cross-wing land, when the ledge I was on gave way and I fell right in front of both of them." Valka started off.
"It frankly looked hilarious." The rider added, holding in a laugh. It was obvious that it must have been funny.
"Anyway, then he produced a pair of blades from his wrists, I've never seen anything like it." Valka interrupted.
"I'd actually like to see them." Hiccup added, fascinated by the concept. The rider simply flicked his wrists and showed the blades. "Woah"
"Can I examine those later, I'd like to know how they work?" Fishlegs enquired. The rider removed the gauntlets and answered "Knock yourself out."
"Ok, without anymore interruptions, please can we get on with it." Valka says in a stern tone.
"Out of curiosity, how are you even here?" Astrid implies to the rider. "I mean how are you okay being on the island?"
"Valka explained what happened and why," The rider returned "So I trusted her, showed my identity and she convinced me to go back with her."
"I think I know what happened" Tuffnutt put his hand to his chin. "Is he always this stupid?" The rider whispered. Astrid nodded anegmatically.
"To be honest, we don't even know who you are" Hiccup added, curious of who was behind the mask.
"Oh, so sorry, where are my manners" The rider stated, putting their hands inside their hood and it appeared that they unclasped something inside.
They then put their hand to the front of their mask and pulled it off, while with the other they lowered their hood.
The face beneath was male, around twenty years old, pale,had blue eyes and blonde hair. "Malek Pyro, nice to meet you."
As he stepped into the light to shake Hiccup's hand, something came into view. Something unusual.
"My Gods, where did you get that?" Hiccup pointed at his right eye. Their was a large, gordy scar over the eye.
"That? That is a story in itself. But you don't need to know that. Now..." He was cut off as a row started over the subject.
"Please tell us, I want one too" Tuffnutt pleaded, "Yeah come on, tell us" Ruffnutt added. Malek gave in.
The next words though were shocking. "I can do more than tell you..."
Malek reached to the back of his belt and pulled out a black pouch full of powder. The powder appeared to shine in the fire light.
He got a handful of the powder and blew it into the flames. As if it were sorcery, the dust blew up and out until it was a light black cloud over the fire.
As he moved his hands, he fanned the smoke, making shapes in the cloud. Though the cloud refused to dispurse or separate.
"I was born to the chief of my village, a powerful and caring man" Malek made the dust take the form of a strong man cradling a baby.
"We and the dragons were always at peace" Showing an image of a man with his hand to the head of a behemoth. "All but my father."
"When I was born, a small Bluecrest was as well" An image of a baby facing right and an egg with the dragon embryo facing left.
"When we were old enough we met and bonded, we've been together ever since" A man standing on the head of a behemoth facing inward.
"We were all peaceful with every Cross-wing subspecies for years, and we became big food providors for the village. Until 5 years ago."
"What happened?" By now the riders were hooked by this magic-like smoke. "I'm just about to tell you" Malek returned.
He once again reached to the back of his belt and pulled out a pouch. This one, though, was red not black. The powder was scarlet as well.
Malek then blew this new dust into the cloud, making the smoke look as if their was fire in the background.
He once again moved his hands, causing the cloud to contort into different figures.
"One of the subspecies, the Blackcrest, went rampant, attacking the other Cross-wings and burning our houses." A huge Cross-wing spitting fire.
"My father sent all the dragons to battle and the people to the shoreline." People running towards a river and dragons moving away from them.
"Eventually he told me to take my mother and sister and get to the shore." A boy running with a woman and small girl with a man facing the other way with a spear.
"But one of them attacked the house while we were getting our things." One of the Blackcrests crashing into a house.
"I was the only one to get out, my father found me and we stood against the behemoths around us." A young boy and a strong man standing back to back.
"Until he (gestures at the behemoth) flew past and grabbed me." The man reaching out to the boy, who was now in the top corner of the image, held by claws, reaching for the man.
"In his eyes, I only saw despair for me and hatred for my dragon, that was the last I ever saw of him" He fanned the dust off the fire and it disappeared.
You could tell he was in turmoil inside, when he fanned the smoke away it was rather forceful, and he was sniffing as if holding in tears.
"So where did you get the scar?" Tuffnutt enquired, not even noticing his sadness. "When the house fell a giant splinter cut my eye as I got out."
"What do you call him and his species" Astrid questioned, gesturing to the dragon and wanting to change the subject.
"Oh yeah, the species is Scorch-Wing, he is called Anusazi." Malek answered, knocked back into reality by the question.
"What sort of name is that" Snotlout blurts out. "If you must know, it means the Fire of Malice, I was named with him." Malek scowled.
Snotlout backed off immediately, afraid of what he could do. Valka then stood up and ended the conversation.
"As a symbol of our hospitality, you can stay in the village tonight if you want" Valka implied, trying to cheer him up.
"Thank you for the offer, I'm happy to oblige." Malek responded, smiling through his despair.
"Now that all of this is sorted, I'll take you to a spare hut, just follow..." Hiccup was cut off as Malek raised his hand.
"No need, I'll sleep under the stars tonight, I prefer it like that." He returned to Hiccup, declining the offer.
"If that's what you want. Fishlegs, could he have his gauntlets back." Hiccup enquired to Fishlegs.
"Okay (throws gauntlets over) but I've got a few questions about the des..."Fishlegs is cut off as everyone starts to yawn.
"To be honest, I think we all need a rest, so I'm gonna hit the hay, anyone else?" Astrid enquires, stretching out and getting ready to leave.
"Yeah, I need my beauty sleep." Ruffnutt replies walking out while Tuffnutt behind does a wretching face.
"Need to get ready for more defending and being heroes and that sort of awesome stuff anyway, see ya." Snotlout brags as he struts out.
"I need to catch up on my research too, I want to figure out how the Scorch-Wings survived the extinction." Fishlegs gets up and walked out.
"Guess I'll see you in the morning then, c'mon, let's get back." The Haddocks (including Astrid) headed over to the chief's house.
"Well boy, let's find a good perch." Malek implied to Anusazi, who roared in approval. They left the hall, Malek got in his saddle and they searched for a place to rest.
After ten minutes they decided to sleep on the mountain where the Great Hall is spaced. Malek laid on the floor while Anusazi hung upside down on a branch like a bat.
As Malek stared up at the night sky, he drifted once again into the same dream that had haunted him for years on end...
Author's note: I don't own HTTYD (obviously) but I have to mention it. Thank you for reading. Once again you're feedback is crucial so please review.
The story will continue in chapter 3: Dark Fire in the Blood.