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It was mayhem, fires plagued throughout the island, the bright lights flaring into his eyes and blinding him from the real threat right in front of him.

.*Clang*

He was sent flying into a wooden wall of one of the houses that were spread through their large island, an island that was currently being sieged upon. You see, a long time ago the island he was currently trapped on was once filled with dragon pacifists, but unexpectedly their once-great comrades turned against them without reason. After repelling their first dragon attack, the Vikings of that time and age found out soon that their once great friends were raiding their village for food. They crafted many weapons, inventions and ruses in order to combat the dragon raids.

As such, their resourceful planning allowed for them to repel the dragon raids with minimal losses. It had stayed that way for many generations, however, with all their planning and preparations, it was not enough to deter other vikings as their village was away from most other settlements thus eliminating the need to prepare against them. When viking ships showed up on the horizon, they were only giving a few minutes to prepare when flaming boulders and arrows were raining down upon them. What dragon focused defenses they had were able to buy their townspeople time to escape while the warriors they had spent whatever time they had left fighting the enemy to keep them occupied. Aric Andersen was one of the warriors although he was also the youngest at the age of seventeen years.

Though young he was, he made up for it in his prowess in combat by being the best swordsmen after a decade of grueling training he received from the villages own master swordsman who had adopted the young ostracized man. While though he was their best swordsmen at present, he was also one of the very few people of the village that still cared for dragons. At a young age he was fascinated by them and wondered as to why they would act so violently, when the time came for him to fight against dragons in their training grounds, he just couldn't. He would have no problem fighting off the dragon raids in the future, but the eyes in the captured dragons didn't match the soulless slitted gaze the other dragons possessed whenever they would raid the village, it was the reason why he killed them, mercy from whatever torment had trapped them in this form. However, his actions had the unintended effect of costing him his dragon-hating parents and whatever prestige he had due to him being born to two very well known dragon hunters.

Now alone, he strove to become stronger and find out for himself the truth of the dragons, but he would focus on finding a way to live first. A day had passed after being disowned, at his own little hideout area, he was followed by his future teacher, and fellow believer. After testing the boy, he had taken young Aric under his wing after seeing the potential that was waiting to be unleashed, placing the boy through exercises that lesser men were unable to perform and after a few years, the results showed themselves as he surpassed his own teacher in the art they shared. At the present though, his skills were greatly required.

With his hands on the ground, he kept them down as the shadows of the night hid them from sight, his hands grasped the hilts of his hidden swords, he waited for both of the greyscaled armored men with bones designed as belts to get close enough to attempt a killing blow. That was his moment, he leaped up and spun in the air with both of his single-edged swords on either side of him slicing at the two invaders in front of him. Seeing both with either large cuts or limbs sliced off and laying the ground bleeding while their breathes slowed before stopping abruptly, he looked around and bore witness to all the houses on fire, the fighting had gone on for a couple of hours. The transport ships were already away, he witnessed their departure and knew they would not be coming back for survivors, but he would not die here. Gazing to his right quite a ways away, he saw the gates to the grounds for training future warriors, a part of their island that they dedicated all to honing their fighting capabilities, he had pleasant memories with his once alive teacher there. A sad smile crept onto his face as he remembered the man's final moments, as the transport ships made their escape, two enemy ships were preparing to make their way to intercept the longboats.

Joined by a small group of their warriors, his teacher hijacked one of the boats as most of the other men hijacked the other, each had one goal: Stop the ships at any cost. As they were still outnumbered in the ships, they used a desperate tactic, they ignited the explosive barrels that were still below the deck and Aric watched as both squads of Vikings perished in a sea of blaze and flying wood. Shaking his head from the memories, he looked to the entrance of training arena once more, while his village was most likely done for, there was still some good that he could get done before finding a way to leave. Sheathing both his blades across his back to the left diagonally before he ran along the path to the gates, the young man prayed he would make it before any of the invaders killed any of the dragons that remained.

It had taken some time but eventually he had arrived at the closed gates of the training arena, thankfully as it was only an arena and it wasn't exactly populated, the invaders focused their attention onto the main area of the village instead. Aric lowered the lever that opened both gates and made his way inside, there were multiple courses and trials that were designed to test your mettle as a warrior and there were also trials that involved dragons even rare one's.

But now, all that would go to waste. 'Except the dragons' he reminded himself. Walking along a narrow path and taking a right, the walls widened before he saw all the dragons they possessed in cages. Four Monstrous Nightmares, two Deadly Nadders, four Gronckles, a Skrill with the cage half-submerged in a man-made pool of water along with a Razorwhip. Once he entered each of their eyes were laid on him, but thankfully there was no aggression only apprehension, which was understandable given he was in full armor with his weapons on his back. That changed when he threw both memorable blades out of their sheaths at the other side of the room, unclasping the armor, both pieces fell off along with his shoulder guards and finally he removed his helmet, revealing his sharp amber eyes with crimson hair. What remained of their hesitance lowered considerably, what dragons remained alive to this day remembered the boy before them, the only child in the arena to drop his weapon in the fight and walk out without harming a dragon within the walls. He walked forward, hoping that by relieving himself of his weapon and his most protective pieces of his armor, he could get closer in hopes to free them, thankfully they didn't seem to be hostile and so he sped his pace up a bit to get this finished for them all.

Releasing the latches on one of the cages, Aric opened the steel door and the Deadly Nadder walked forward, tentatively at first but once fully out it looked at him and bowed its head with closed eyes before taking off. Smiling at the majestic sight, he ran to another cell and released the latch, an action that would follow many more times until only one remained and it was farther in, he ran into a more narrow stone hallway before it lead to an open area with a steel bars and a steel door. Opening the door, he looked to the last dragon on the island, a Night Fury. It had a muzzle over its jaws so it couldn't fire off any Plasma Blasts from what his people gathered and its body was strapped down with straps following along the walls, keeping it upright and its wings were kept outward. The amber-eyed adolescent walked forward, hearing the growls of the Fury but not stopping, he watched as its emerald eye'd gaze kept to his every move until he was out of range of its head motion, once at the mechanisms for the straps holding the dragon's wings apart, he turned down the lever and proceeded to the lever keeping the dragon up and its neck in place.

Once lowered, the ebony-scaled dragon felt the shift and moved its body to land on its legs after unhooking its neck. On the ground it began to try and take off the muzzle with no apparent success to its great frustration, upon hearing footsteps it looked to the one that freed it from captivity. Aric let out his hands slowly and after seeing its eyes become slits he stilled but proceeded further after a moment or two, grasping the muzzle, he undid the straps holding it together before taking it off. After it was off, the dragon stared at him-No it stared into his eyes but it felt as if it was going deeper than that, he raised his right hand to the Night Furies head and after a moment he felt the smooth scales of this mythical and beautiful dragon.

Pain flared in his left shoulder and he bit down a scream but a pained grunt did escape his mouth, turning his head toward the entrance and saw six men at the steel door, all equiped with weapons. He saw a broadsword, a mace, one holding two hammers, a spear, a crossbow and...his prized weapons in the dirty hands of one of their grimy people, feeling a vibration underneath the palm of his hand and remembered he wasn't alone in this fight. He took out the arrow in his arm and switched it to a back grip, the moment the archer knocked in another arrow Aric ran for them with the Night Fury following. Tilting his head away from the incoming arrow, his speed did not falter and once within range of the crossbow-wielder he knocked away the weapon from the man's poor grip and kicked him in the chest. Ducking under the broadsword he spun and kicked the man's legs out from under him while the weapon went high into the air.

It gave Aric the opportunity to shove the arrow deep into the man's neck while still on the ground before swiping the man's sword from the air and clashed with both of his own stolen weapons. The Night Fury sunk its teeth into the spear before wrenching it from the humans grip and slamming the rod into the man's face hard enough to cause some serious skull damage before roughly slapping away the human with two hammers into the wall with his tail. The mace wielder came up and swung but the dragon dodged with its head and bit the man on the head before shaking the head violently enough to hear it pop roughly, he then released his grip letting the corpse go flying into the wall.

He was pushing against the strong man with as much strength as he could from his drained and injured body. The hours of fighting, running, injuries he sustained in battle, they were all taking a toll on his battered body now, but he would push forward and watch as the duel swords were being driven away from their forger before Aric slashed them out of the man's hands and across the stone floor with his greater strength before cleaving the opposing man's head clean off.

He and the Night Fury locked gazes once more until an arrow sliced a good cut into the ebony-scaled dragon, on the left of the back of its neck. Eyes narrowing toward the still alive bowman, he took out a hidden throwing knife in his boot and threw it at the man's eye, distracting him long enough for Aric to get in close slam the knife on his head twice. His attention turned toward his dragon ally, running to it he knelt when he got close, then examined the injury, it was leaking blood but from the condition of his friend, it was obvious he would be just fine. He looked into its eyes and smiled, looks like he had a way out of here, hopefully his dragon friend would agr-

His thoughts took a sudden turn when a sword was lodged into his lower abdomen, also slashing a large cut along the Night Fury's neck diagonally as well. Screaming in pain he went down to the ground with his hands gripping the ground in an effort to not worsen his injury. Once the dragon recovered, its pupils narrowed and its maw crunched down upon the mans head and with one heavy grip on the head, a large crack emanated throughout the cave and he dropped the carcass onto the ground. The dragon turned and saw Aric grunting in pain, fully removing the sword out of his back, he dropped to the ground, spent and dying.

Crouching low, the Night Fury looked to the human and pressed its head into his palm, as if at an attempt at comforting Aric in his final moments, 'At least I won't die alone' he thought in his head. He ran his hand along one of the most deadly dragons and lowered the limb before pointing to the door with what energy he had left. The dragon seemed to get what he meant, it nuzzled him one last time and stayed with him for a few moments before running out the open steel door, leaving the human to his seeming demise, before his eyes closed a golden glow enveloped him before a circle surrounded and he heard "You tale...does not end here." The next moment his body faded out of existence

A few minutes later, Outcasts walked into the area that one of the other teams were scouting only to bear witness upon the corpses left behind.


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Aric's body materialized onto a stone surface that resided in a cove, inside the cove was a western dragon with white scales but had red scales trailing from outside the eye to the tail. Bahamut gazed at the human before him, no human he had witnessed before had sacrificed itself for a species not its own and for some, even it's own, he was watching over what remained of the Night Fury's through omniscient eyes hoping for the young dragon to escape his captivity only for him to be saved by a human. Only for that same human to die assisting the Night Fury, however, when the human had removed the sword from his wound, he had also joined the Night Furies blood with his own body due to the dragon being cut at the same time as the young man being impaled. Hopefully, it would be enough for the Dragon God to make contact with the human, as he attempted to bring the human to his plane of existence by the slight Dragon blood the human now possessed. After attempting, he found that the boy was indeed accepting of the change and so he spoke calming words to ease the boy that was on the verge of death. Once he appeared the old dragon used his tail to lift the boy gingerly before moving him to the edge of the pool of water, where he was submerged only a little bit, miraculously the wound on Aric's abdomen was healing at an exponential rate before slowing down as it was getting better before coming to a stop as it became a scar.

No longer in danger of dying, Bahamut splashed some of the water over the human in order to force him to wake.

Feeling what he assumed to be waterdrops falling on his face, Aric Andersen rose up from the sand and water he was just laying in, looked to the dragon in front of him with eyes wide and mouth a little open in awe of the dragon before him.

Inwardly chuckling at the face the young man was making, Bahamut looked into the amber eyes of his current interest and saw the astonishment in his young eyes. Well, until it reversed into a more calm and subdued aspect, breaking the set silence Bahamut addressed his guest, "Aric Andersen."

The young man looked to the dragon deity, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before replying, "Y-You know of me?" confused by the information.

The dragon nodded to him, "Yes, you are an oddity among your kind, the majority of Vikings hunt dragons for sport and while there are also dragon sympathizers among your race, most hesitate to attack the dragons that they care for even when it means life or death. You, however, defended yourself against the dragons that were raiding your village but when faced against the dragons in captivity, you left leaving your weapon on the ground as each of your kind and mine watched you leave. You didn't care for the consequences, you just did it with no regret. Now, you have given your life for a dragon that is the last of its species without even knowing it, your actions intrigue me." the dragon finished.

The human let a few seconds of silence reign to understand what he had been told before uttering his reply, "Of course, just doing what I thought was right would get the attention of a weird talking dragon-wait!"

Said dragon smiled when the human finally noticed, "Y-you, You...can talk.

"Yes. I believe I can."

"You...can talk."

"That's already been established, move on."

Taking a few seconds to let that sink in his mind, Aric spoke up again in a more serious manner, "If you can speak to me, does that mean-"

Already knowing the question Bahamut answered, "No, no other dragons can speak to humans, at least with no assistance. I have the luxury of being a Dragon God, that is what allows me to speak to you, young Aric."

Now his eyes were widened to their greatest degree, meeting a Dragon GOD was not what he had expected to accomplish after dying. A headache seized any more thoughts, but he did have something to say, so he declared, "If we are done with the pleasantries, what did you bring me here for?"

Satisfied that progress was being made, Bahamut replied but only after a few seconds, "While you lived, you gained my interest by not simply hating the dragons because of generations of hate, you gave them a chance and believed that there was something more to them than what was said to be a simple, bestial betrayal. You even lost your life unintentionally saving a nearly doomed species."

Getting tired of all the delaying, the young man was about to retort when the Dragon God finished, "Aric Andersen, how would you like to live once more?

The shock was the only thing he registered in his mind before he responded with a bewildered expression etched on his face, "You would bring me back to life?"

"Yes, but not as you were, a human."

His previous line of thought was banished at that, if he wouldn't be human than what would-"A dragon, I would return to Midgard as a Dragon, right?"

The Dragon God nodded, but added, "Not just any dragon, you will be of the same species of dragon that you saved the day you lost your life, a Night Fury. Thanks to the Night Fury's blood being present within your body after you pulled the sword out, you have a connection to the Dragon World that I can exploit, enough to bring you back as an Ascendant."

Now his knowledge was tested at the said title, with a befuddled expression Aric responded back to the ancient dragon, "I'm sorry, but what do you mean by Ascendant?"

Seeing that he was going to have to unearth some history, Bahamut sighed, "Long ago, before man, dragons ruled the skies and the earth. During this time, power was also prevalent along the earth because of its creation by a collection of gods, one of them being me. While dragons ruled, this energy permeated certain areas where this power was widespread and when within contact, it changed the dragons, it gave them abilities that were unique to the dragon itself. Not every dragon had it, but there were groups of these dragons that we soon began to call Ascendants. They would be gifted with elemental abilities, abilities that could heal, bring life or even create it. However, there were also those that had the power to corrupt, manipulate, and just kill because of their deep desire. It was this that led to us finding what remained of our combined power only to erase it in the end. Your acts convince me that you are worthy to receive this gift, but not without you doing something for me."

Throughout that long explanation, Aric listened carefully and paid attention raptly, upon being asked for a favor, he honestly wasn't surprised and so he merely replied, "Knew this was way too good to be true."

The god-like being chuckled before responding, "Call it your way of paying me back, the dragon world is not what it was compared to so long ago, thanks to the interference from man. I want you to change that."

Hearing the request, he took a step back, the Andersen already knew that the Vikings of any tribe already didn't hold the dragons in a high regard, so how was he supposed to-

"You misunderstand, I don't want you to better the humans perspective of them, I want you to better their odds of surviving against the humans, to make sure that they don't become an extinct species as the humans evolve further. I don't mean for you to make this your number one goal, but do everything in your power to help them grow, either equal or even greater than the humans. That's if you accept however, if you don't then you will go straight to Valhalla.

Frantically, Aric spoke, "No! No. I accept, a different perspective never hurt anyone. But, how will this happen?

The large dragon didn't speak, his tail came from behind and moved toward the young man, as it got closer, the tip of the tail began to glow with a dark blue "flame". It got closer until it was right in front of him, assuming he had to take grab the flame, he did so.

He just didn't what would happen when he did. Once the "flame" was within his hand, it began to envelop his arm, causing excruciating pain as it did so, as it continued to spread throughout his body, Aric's arm Limestone skin color began to an ebony black. His body fully enveloped in the power, he experienced the worst pain he ever felt, one that was constant and felt everywhere throughout the body with no way to alleviate it.

His arms and legs began to warp to befit his quadruped form, his torso began to grow larger and widen causing him to fall on all fours as the pain in his legs made it to hard to stand. The battered clothing that he still wore started to rip due to his body widening because of his transformation, just as his ribs began to audibly crack as his body began to widen to make room for his new organ system, causing a whole new world of pain to Aric with a scream erupting from his throat.

Throughout this process, Bahamut watched without an ounce of remorse as he spoke with a neutral tone, "I never said that your transformation wouldn't come without cost. You must endure this or die again."

Hearing the last words caused the Anderson to ball up his hand that was holding him up against the ground, he rose a bit before lowering abruptly once more when a loud SQUELCH echoed through the ravine as his back had two large wing bones peaking out and slowly making their way out of the skin. His arms, the longer he kept his weight on them, the more he felt the bones in his now thicker, wider and more dense arms and legs change to suit the body he will soon will possess. Although being overwhelmed by pain made it difficult to keep track of the changes.

His head even began to change as the energy seemed to brighten around it, his ears turned more pointed but stretched out to look like an unbalanced triangle before two sharper pairs made themselves aware to him higher along his head. Aric's head warped to a more gecko-like shape but with a wider base as his neck stretched out before widening, the membranes on his wings had just begun to stretch along the bones and form his wingspan as his body had already grown to size needed, it was just that his limbs needed to fill out a bit more to suit his draconic limbs. A few minuted later resulted in his wings being fully developed, his skin had successfully transmuted into the scales of a dragon as his tail already grew in from his tailbone, small spikes ran along his spine. What more that was distinct to him was four claw-like scarlet red markings over his head with two overlapping over his eyes, three red streaks like a claw marks on either wing were side by side close to where his wings protruded from his back while the back of his wings was completely maroon color contrasting the ebony black that filled his body, another streak that ran along the length of his spine from head to stretching along with his tailfins, a final one started from the bottom of Aric's neck before stretching to his underbelly them streaking across each of his four legs.

That was when the low yelling Aric was letting out had converted to roaring as his transformation was finally complete as the last of the now Red energy seeped into the marking before dissipating completely along with most of the markings as well. His wings were now black once more, now marking marred his underbelly, though the marking that layered his spine still remained.

Looking upon the disoriented and recovering newly transformed Night Fury, Bahamut could see the once man shaking on the ground attempting to grab hold of the ground in order to stay raised. However, the lack of experience in his new body and the exhausting experience had drained him of any energy. It wasn't much of a surprise to the Dragon God for the mortal to fall to the ground after successfully raising himself up.

He had expected it and so he wasn't surprised, seeing as there really wasn't any danger to the now young dragon, the god didn't see anything wrong with catching a few Z's along with his charge.


I am trying to make for faster updates for you all, ones that don't span on for months, honestly makes me feel bad enough that I don't go a day without thinking about it if you believe me. Either way, please enjoy the story.