Disclaimer: Okay people, this is chapter 3. I just can't resist writing this story, but I seriously need some feedback.If you've enjoyed the first two chapters, I think you'll like this one. As always, the usual rules are applied to any request. In other words...
NO LEMONS! Now lets get this one sorted...
(I also know their was a spelling mistake in chapter one instead of sto. spi. it should have said stoop spiiniing, sorry this one is so late, final school year)
The Fire's of Revolution Chapter 3 : Dark Fire in the Blood
The encroaching darkness engulfed his mind. Malek once again returned to that fatefull day.
A village was burning all around him. His joints ached, his skin seared as he saw massive dragons clashing above,their deafening roars filling the air. Malek could feel his exhaustion as he attempted to sprint towards the large figure in front of him, coralling people away. "Malek, did they get out?" He simply shook his head. The man's face became grave, and cried out in anger, his dreadlocks flicking back. "They will pay for this. ALL OF THEM!" He was filled with rage. He raised his spear and in return Malek raised his blades. They faced back to back, as 7 Blackcrest's landed around them, baring their jet black fangs and flexing their claws. "Malek, no matter what happens, stay close to me." The father inforced the point. "Now, let's make them PAY!"
One of the colossal beasts lunged at the father, sinking their teeth in his left arm. Malek quickly sweeped his foot at the dragons face, knocking it aside. "FATHER!" Malek was seriously concerned, the arm was bloody and jarred, but he could still use it. "I'm fine, just relax, we need to stay focused." They once again turned around to face the Cross-wing's around them. Each one appeared to be preparing to spit fire and rip them apart. One lunged, thrusting their claws at Malek, who responded by pushing his blades outwards, blocking the claws, and bicycle-kicking it in the chin. Suddenly, a small Bluecrest, Anusazi, swooped through the smoky air, baring his claws and gliding towards Malek. "ANUSAZI! LEAVE! Get out of here! NOW!" But he was too late. He grabbed the young dragon rider by the shoulders and began to fly upwards.
"MAAALLLEEEKK!" the father cried as he saw his son fade into the smoke. His face contorted into pure hate as he aimed his spear at a Blackcrest's chest. The actions of that night split a son from his father and gave rise to a new kind of monster. One that would change the lives of men and dragons alike...
"Father..." Malek murmured as he jolted back up from his sleep. His nights had always been ended by a jolt back to consciousness. It was torture to never truly rest. So he decided to stretch out and see what's happening around the island. Ice chipping by the docks, something to remember as he could help later. Gobber melting down old dragon helmets, nah, he's got that down. The rider trying to solve their dragons...oh...nerve problems. He should help with that.
"Relax Hooky, you'll be fine, I just need to..." On that moment Snotlout touched Hookfang's sore spot, causing the dragon to ignite."OOOWWW! MY HAAND!" "I'm guessing you need some help?" Malek said as he approached the Nightmare "As if you can sort him out when I can't." Snotlout bragged "Challenge accepted!" He approached Hookfang slowly and headed for the back of his neck "It's okay, boy. This might hurt though." He then got behind his head and jabbed at a point on the neck. Hookfang suddenly lowered his head and relaxed.
"How did you do that?" Hiccup said in surprise as he notices the change in Hookfang's behavior. "Pressure point system, I just released the strain I'd already made." "Fasinating" Fishlegs gauked as he wrote something down in his notebook. He then approached Meatlug and massaged into the tissue above her...umm...neck. She suddenly stood up and shook off as if nothing had happened. "Wow, thanks. I'm surprised you even found her..." She then lunged at Fishlegs, licking his face. He then closed in on Barf and Belch but Ruff and Tuff stepped in the way. "What are you two half wits doing." They appeared to be planning something. "No one is going near our dragon..." Ruffnutt exclaimed. "...until we try first." Tuffnutt finished. Malek then waved his hand. "Knock yourself out." Expectancy in his voice. "Shall we engage in our idea, brother" "We shall engage, sister." The rider, knowing their would be carnage, either turned their heads or shaded their eyes.
The twins then ran at the Zippleback, taking a side each and launching at their heads. They clamped on and the dragon began to get annoyed, thrasing and swinging wildly. Eventually Barf and Belch simply headbutted each other to get the twins off. At that moment Malek slid under the neck's "Thanks for the distraction" and got to the joining point. He then swung over the neck and onto the back of the dragon. He then Judo Chopped (Austin Powers reference) into the joint causing the Zippleback to start shaking. Both heads then hit the floor, their tongues lolled and their eyes crossed. They were so relaxed they almost immediately fell unconscious, shocking most of the riders. "Holy Thor, that was incredible." Fishlegs exclaimed, stashing his notebook back into his pocket. "Now could I ask you about those gauntlets, if you don't mind?" Suddenly an almighty cracking sound rung throughout the village and the chunk of ice poking off the side of the village suddenly collapsed into the water.
The riders ran to the cliffside and what was in view was shocking. Three dragon hunter ships were sitting on the coast, each of which held a catapult built in to its hull. The middle ship, bigger than the others, held a pair of catapults on it's sides and it's sale had a large insignia on it's front. From the hull, a small group of troops appeared. When they reached the front of the hull, they dispursed revealing a tall, slender woman wearing a large fur cape and a helmet with a large pair of ornamental antlers. "I am Griselda the Grievous, infamous and feared Warlord and dragon trapping master. We have come to claim what you so crudely stole from my friend, Lord Drago." Her voice was loud and malevolent, resonating after she fell silent. Hiccup stepped into view and faced this new enemy. He drew his blade and attempted to look intimidating. "I am Hiccup Horendous Haddock, Chieftain of Berk, and I demand that you leave" he shouted, attempting to leave the same impact as her mighty words.
"You really expect me to feel intimidated by you, you minescule wretch" she retorted, causing Astrid to immediately run forward in a fit of rage, Malek having to hold her back. "You're not getting our dragons, so back off." Hiccup responds "I'll give you 5 minutes to reconsider" Griselda returned, unfazed by Hiccups threats. The riders walked away from the rim of the cliff to discuss their plan without being seen. Everyone was puzzled as to how they should defend against such an adversary. "We can't charge in cause we don't have enough dragons" Hiccup exclaimed. "And we can't flee because those catapults will pick us off" Astrid returned. "I guess you guys didn't notice" Malek presumed. "Notice what" Valka questioned. "The boat was rocking much more than what the waves could make it, there's something big in there." "What are you thinking" Hiccup enquired. "If I can get on that ship, I know I can get whatever it is out" Malek explained "and I imagine it won't be happy with Griselda."
They then whispered their plan over until Griselda announced "TIME UP!" Hiccup then walked up to the edge again. "Have you made your decision" Griselda asked. "Yes I have" Hiccup returned "Are dragons belong to no one, so try as you might, you won't get them." "Fine" She returned "TAKE AIM" as catapults were loaded and pulled back. "NOW" Hiccup cried as an enourmous roar filled the air, stunning the hunters on the ships as Malek and his monster of a dragon took off, gliding towards the main ship. "OPEN FIRE, TAKE IT DOWN!" She screamed as the dragon swooped over the ship, pulling gusts of wind behind it. "What in thor is he doing?" she wondered. The dragon then turned completely around and hovered there, its head raised, staring at the ship. Malek then whispered into its ear "Aska mumbera" Make them blind. The beast then beat it's wings ferociously and breathed heavily as the bottom of its wings glowed brighter and brighter and smoke appeared beneath them.
It then surged over the ship again, coating the hull and air around it in thick smoke, blocking everyone's view. Malek then patted the head of the beast and prepared for phase two. "Talos doron, ka myghnen" Good work, my turn, he said as he stood up and jumped into the darkness below, wingsuit open.
Hiccup and the other riders had just witnessed this marvel and were shocked. Eventually they snapped back to reality and remembered they needed to assist. "Come on, lets move, he needs a distraction" Hiccup shouts as the riders mounted their dragons and took off, splitting up so three dragons faced each of the side ship. As the riders swarmed around the ships, drawing their fire and averting their attention, they could only wonder as to what was happening within the cloud.
Main Ship
None of the hunters could see anything, all were on guard. "WHAT IS HAPPENING!" Griselda screamed as her plan began to fail "I'm heading below deck, DON'T disturb me!" As she moved out of sight, Malek (who was hanging from the mast) could only smile under his mask. How was he hanging on to a smooth piece of wood? HOOKS! Malek's gauntlets have many different tools, one of which is a pair of hooks on the thumb area of the gauntlets which can be indexed in and out at will. (Fascinating right.) He then sprung into action, using his hooks to launch higher and higher up the mast till he got to the crows nest. The hunter on the top had a bow with a dragonroot arrow. He was looking around, obviously nervous, it was almost too easy. Malek lunged onto the platform, grabbed the hunter by the head from behind and slammed it into his knee, knocking them out. He then glared over the edge of the platform, strategising. Every set of hunters was in pairs, circling empty cages around the hull. It Was Perfect. It was time to swob the deck.
He then flexed his wrists inwards and another pair of tools was revealed, a pair of long, thick, jet black, glossy blades, almost like dragons talons that appeared to be coated in something. He sat on the edge of the crows nest and waited until a pair of troops had passed the corner of a cage. At this moment he jumped down and landed silently behind them.
The blades were then flicked into the backs of both hunters, just enough so that they penetrated the skin, and immediately after, he slinked back behind the cage. "What was that?" one asked. "I don't know, but I don't feel so good." the other replied. Suddenly the pair of them lost balance and dropped to the floor, unconscious. He then circled the cages, repeating this manouvre several times until the cages had no conscious hunters around them. After, he sheathed his blades and climbed up the mast again. All the hunters were unconscious on the main deck except for two, who were guarding the entrance to the lower level. He would have to be quick otherwise it could go horribly wrong.
He pointed a stinger at one of the guards and flicked his ring finger inwards. Suddenly, a very thin, slim needle shot out of the middle of the black weapon, whistling as it went. It struck the left hunter square in the side of the neck, he suddenly buckled from the shock of the dart and righted himself. "What, who did that, come out!" he said, infuriated.
The hunter suddenly fell to the ground, alerting the other immediately. "What the, come on, get up, whats wrong with you?" Another high pitch whistle whizzed through the air. "Ow, what the, who are you?" the last hunter said as his vision blurred and a masked figure aproached. "Get away from me, YOU..." Malek was too fast, slamming his head onto the deck. "I would have thought a warlord would have better guards" he said as he went below deck, eventually making it to the cargo hold. "Oh My Gods, what is she keeping captive?" Several large cages were sat below deck, the one at the back being enormous. "Now lets see whats in here" he said, glaring into one. Two big, blank, bloodshot eyes stared back.
"Whispering Death, check, I'll let you out last." He then approached another cage, smaller than the others "Please be something nice, please be...Nope!" he said as a stinger nearly struck him. "Why would you even want a Speed Stinger?" he questioned as he approached the third cage. Fire burst out of every angle of the cage "Singetail, don't even need to see it." The massive cage at the back was all that was left so he decided to check it out "You could be a Submaripper, or a Timberjack, or possibly a...a...a..." he paused as he looked under the tarp. "How did they find you? I thought you were all hidden. We're jeopardised." he said as he dropped the tarp and climbed up the cage to get to the trapdoor on the roof examining it. The door opened outwards but was locked from the inside, held by two metal bars on either end. The first was just above his head and in arms reach, so he flicked his right blade out. He then latched the blade under the bar and pulled down, yanking the bar off. The other, more tricky, was on the other side of the room, 50ft above the floor. There were no platforms.
Only one way to get to the other side, so he went for it. He jumped off of the cage, gliding upward with his four-winged suit, until he was afew metres away from the bar. This would hurt. Mid glide, he flicked his right hook out and latched it into the planks next to the bar. "SWEET MOTHER OF THOR!" he cried as his shoulder was jarred while his body jerked forward. "I'm gonna feel that in the morning." he proclaimed as he flicked his left blade out and tried to ease the other bar out, and with immense effort, succeeded. Next step, open cages. He released the hook and dropped to the floor, knees bent to absorb most of the impact, and considered his options. Four cages, four dragons, four outcomes. Which to choose? If he let out the WD, it will either leave him be or savage him. SpeedStinger would sting him and it would all be for nothing. Singetail... no. And he couldn't put THEM at risk from the others. WD it is. He walked over to the cage that the spiky horror was in and pulled the tarp off "You better not eat me" he stated as the creature came into full view. He then approached the lock.
He flicked his right hand outward and revealed another tool, a mechanical lockpick. It consisted a single metal rod with a rotating tumbler that moves left and right depending on the thumb. He placed his hand on the lock and slotted the pick in. He then flicked his thumb left and let the tumbler move until the pick moved further into the lock. "Jackpot" he whispered. Malek then flicked his thumb right and slowly eased the lock until it clicked. He then slowly opened the door and backed away as the Death slinked out of the cage and stared at him. It seemed docile so he took a step forward, nothing, he repeated until he was face to face with the bristling monster. It wasn't flinching at all. It was as if it was asleep with eyes wide. The death began to whisper, making the scene go cold. What was surprising was that Malek began to simulate its whisper, and it appeared to understand.(Dragon whisperer, literally!) It obeyed his word and waited glaring at the smaller cage as he approached it. He threw the tarp off the cage, eyeing the Stinger at every moment. It appeared to be considering its options.
He picked the lock and backed away as the hyper-active creature slowly stepped out of the cage. It turned on him and pointed its stinger. As if on que the Death hissed violently, warning it. It dropped its stinger down and backed away, petrified. Malek then fixed his gaze on the Singetail cage and walked slowly towards it. He quickly ripped the tarp off and backed off. The cage erupted into flame as the fiery lizard slammed against the walls, attempting to break the bars with no aviel. It shrieked at him, incisting its release or threatening him. (Psycho.) He began to mimic, attempting to communicate with the dragon, and as he did so he knelt down and slowly picked the lock, never breaking eye contact. He eventually picked it and backed away. The orange dragon plodded out of the cage, apparently thinking, trying to understand what had happened. As the opportunity appeared, Malek took it. He began to whisper to the WD. It nodded its head and looked at the door while Malek went over to the last cage. "Okay, lets get you out" he proclaimed as he yanked the tarp down, revealing the mystery dragon...
Ship Exterior
The dragon riders were getting tired. It had been almost an hour of non-stop dodging and blasting, and all the while they had no idea what was happening on the warlords vessel. Suddenly an enourmous explosion came from the centre of the main ship, forcing the doors open on the deck "WHAT IN THOR'S NAME WAS THAT!" Hiccup shouted, stunned. A Whispering Death burst out of the hull, tail curling as it flew away. The SpeedStinger burst out of the door, jumping onto the right ship and blurring with speed, stinging all in its path. Next the Singetail surged out of the door and fired at the left ship, igniting every inch of it in the process. It then glided away, every dragon rider stunned by what they had just seen. The colossus hovered in mid air, awaiting its master, until a familiar sound caught its ears. A loud, resonating roar filled the air, but appeared to be more gargled than Anusazi's. "What now, is the Cross-wing sick or something?" Snotlout moaned. "I'm pretty sure that wasn't him" Valka returned, her face showing a mix of curiosity and excitement.
From the hold, a Scorch Wing, slightly smaller than Anusazi, appeared, but this one was cerulium blue and beat its wings with more effort to keep airborne. Malek sat on its neck, guiding it. Anusazi hovered over to greet the other behemoth, rubbing their heads against each other, making rumbling sounds. It appeared these two had history, intimate history. The pair glided towards the land, the riders following as to see what would happen next. As they landed, the blue dragon got nervous at seeing the crowd of dragons around them, hissing. "Telga sorona, Seldura, minask ko toskilda." It's okay, Seldura, everything is fine. He said attempting to relax the monstrous dragon. It began to relax and its breath became lighter. "So who's your new friend?" Astrid enquired, a mix of interest and joking in her voice. "This is Seldura, Anusazi's mate and partner." he responded, surprising the riders with the facts. "So, this means you'll be staying around a bit longer." Valka suggested. "On the contrary, we'll be leaving as soon as possible."he replied "after all, I need to defend the little one."
He turned to face the other way and pointed his thumb onto his back. Hanging by his shoulders was a minescule Cross-wing, the size of a small boar with crimson wings holding blue steaks. "This is Anusazi's only child, his first born, Solaris." Malek stated as the riders stared at the infant of the monstrous creatures. "Somehow, Griselda managed to find both of them." "But you can't leave yet, there's still so much we don't understand, so much we don't know." Valka objected, not wanting to lose the new friend she had met with so much in common. "Well I can't stay." Malek thought. "But perhaps..." He stood a moment, ponderring. "Say, would you all be interesting in joining me? I'm sure it would be an interesting experience." "To be honest, that would be incredible." Hiccup responded. "There would be so many new dragons to study." Fishlegs continued. "And we can learn from an isolated society." Astrid finished. "So, do I have some companions or not?" Malek enquired. "My friend, you have a deal." Hiccup replied. "I've just got to clear some things up in the village." "Don't take long."
Hiccup apointed Spitelout as temporary leader of Berk while they were going to be away, much to his displeasure. The riders then prepared to leave for this unknown territory Malek came from. "By the way, we'll be needing to do some fishing on the way there." Malek mentioned "The ones I caught when Valka found me have long since rotted, I was supposed to be fishing for the village." "We'll have to land to do that" Hiccup responded "Is there a landing spot on the way there?" "Nope, it's one flight, no stops." He returned "If you just get the baskets, I can take it from there." "Oh...okay?" Astrid stated, a bit confused. "What does he mean?" Fishlegs thought as he sifted through his cards, trying to come up with some idea as to what the foreign rider had planned. When the riders were prepared they aproached Malek who was attending to the Cross-wings. "If you want a closer look, move slowly" Malek adviced from behind Anusazi, speaking quietly. As the riders approached, they saw something quite beautiful. Solaris was scurrying around, trying to coax Malek to play, while his parents were watching over the two, their heads together.
"This is the coolest thing I've ever seen" Fishlegs marvelled, staring in awe at the young behemoth. "Are all Cross-wings like this?" Malek then turned around "I'll explain everything on arrival." The riders then mounted up and took off, prepared to travel the great distance that would follow. But something unexpected would occur before they could have guessed. The lifeboats that held Griselda's crew were slowly moving away from the wreckage, but she looked up and saw the dragons leaving above, so she cried out "CURSE YOU, BLOODFIST!" The riders, hearing this, slowly moved their heads to glare at Malek. He noticed this and sighed "As I said, I'll explain anything..."
And that's another chapter done, so satisfying to write them, but I'd prefer getting feedback.
Anyways, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it, this story will continue in Chapter 4: The source of the blaze.