An Unexpectant Surprise:
On a rock island made of coal and where guizers shot smelly mist into the air, Rafashfear was resting peacefully along with a majority of his soldiers. Some of his dragon-daemons were standing up right on the lookout for danger. His number-two was staring intently out for danger. He moved no muscle except the muscle of his eyeballs from side to side. The sun was rising where the sky met the sea, creating a spectrum of colour.
Suddenly he felt a strange shake beneath his feet, his blood boiled in his body, his head started shaking. Just then he heard the growling of some dragons. They were reacting the same way. Whatever it was that had made them unsettled was miles away. He bounded to his master. "Master wake up! Wake up!"
Rafashfear was shaken awake. Once he was up, he became as huffy as a honey badger. "What's the big idea waking me up?!" he demanded.
"Master, my blood is reacting to something. All our blood is reacting to something. We believe it could be the source of our origins,"
Those words made Rafashfear look at him darkly.
"I believe the source of our species has been touched,"
"Who could have disturbed it?"
"I don't know," his second drifted off into a flight of thought. "I wonder…" he looked back up at its master. "What if it was the girl who killed your mother?"
The mention of his mother's killer made Rafashfear boil up in fire.
"Master…" another dragon daemon addressed. "I can smell a group of dragons and humans far out at sea. About two miles out,"
Rafashfear's eyes wrinkled as he stared far out across the sea. "Follow them. See what they are up to,"
"Yes master," the other dragon genuflected. He prepared to take off, leading a group of twenty, but he was stopped.
"Once you find out about these humans and their dragons, search for that girl and her Night Fury. If she is the one who touched the source of your creation, then kill her. If she has touched it, it could mean the end of everything,"
Astrid and Stormfly flew across the sea leading their group of friends. Fishlegs was yawning and still snoring on Meatlug who looked like she was flying in her sleep. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were lying on their stomachs on their dragons' saddles. Snotlout was busy adjusting his helmet on his head but Hookfang kept smacking his horns to move it out of place, much to his annoyance.
Astrid was getting displeased. It was as if their mission of finding Hester, Toothless, Sigmund and Garsir. "Seriously guys?!"
"Focus!" Stormfly roared.
Fishlegs and the twins jolted awake. Snotlout jumped on his saddle, much to his dragon's amusement. He needed that lesson.
"Can we please just focus?!" Astrid asked. "Don't any of you want to find Hester and save our home? Don't any of you want to find Sigmund and Garsir?"
"What sort of a stupid question is that?!" Fishlegs demanded. "You think I don't want to find my brother?"
"Well you look like you want to sleep,"
"I'm tired Astrid. What do you expect?"
"That's because we've been searching for days!" Snotlout whined.
"It's only been a few days," Astrid corrected. "We cannot give up,"
"What if Hester doesn't want to be found?" Snotlout demanded.
"What if she knows that we are looking for her and she keeps flying further and further away?" Tuffnut thought up.
"There's no way she would know that!" Astrid snapped.
"Hey! There's no need to get so huffy!" Ruffnut retorted.
"I'm not huffy!" Astrid's booming voice made everyone shuddered. She looked into their shocked eyes and sighed. She was too hard. "I'm sorry," she apologised. "It's just I'm worried about them. I'm worried about home. It's just…we can't give up yet,"
"Guys look!" Fishlegs shrieked. He pointed forward. "Look another island!"
Astrid fished out a spyglass from her bag and looked through it. Just as Fishlegs had said, there was a large magnificent island. "Head for that island everyone!"
Hester was the first one to wake up. She stood up and stretched out her arms giving out a mighty yawn. She stepped over to the pond and took a sip of the fresh cool water. She noticed Toothless beside her and he took a sip of the lovely water too. "Morning bud," she greeted.
"Morning Hester," Toothless greeted. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes bud. I'm fine," Hester sighed. "I couldn't really sleep well last night. Not after what happened yesterday,"
"Everything will be alright," Toothless promised. "If those creatures come after us, I will protect you," he vowed. "I promise," he nuzzled her hands and she hugged his neck, taking in the warmth of his love.
"What would I do without you or the boys bud,"
"Sleep alright?" Sigmund asked coming besides them.
"Yep. You?"
"Yep," Sigmund repeated her words. He took a sip out of the water.
"I…I wouldn't drink that Sigmund," Hester warned a little awkwardly. "Toothless has just licked in it,"
Sigmund stopped drinking. She spat it out. "Ewww!" he cried out. He kept spitting out into the water until he didn't feel anything slimy in his mouth. "That is disgusting!"
He heard giggling and chuckling behind him.
"I – I –"Garsir struggled to breathe and speak as he giggled. "I can't believe you drank dragon saliva,"
"That was so funny," Skullbones chuckled.
"That is not in any way funny!" Sigmund retorted.
Tifespike who had awoken too, roared at them. "That's enough you two,"
Garsir and Skullbones stopped. They looked ashamed as they saw Sigmund was both upset and riled with them.
"Sorry pal," Garsir apologised. "We didn't mean it,"
Sigmund just pulled on a goofy smile. "I'm just messing with you guys,"
That brought laughter to the whole group.
'Growl'
The whole Tifespinner pack, already awoken, started growling. They were agitated. The mothers with their still adolescent hatchlings were scared.
Tifespike started growling too.
"What is it girl?" Sigmund tried to sooth her.
Toothless and Skullbones could sense something too. They started growling. The three humans noticed that they were staring up at the cliff of the cove, the very same cliff that they had stood on upon discovering these new species.
Hester felt her heart fall.
"Something's here," she panicked.
"It must be those creatures," Toothless growled. "They came after us. But how did they find us?"
"We have to strike now!" Tifespike roared.
"Let's do this," Skullbones decided.
The three humans shared a look of determination. They were not goanna cower. They were goanna fight. They sat astride their dragons. Everybody took off, roaring, preparing to fire. Once they were above the cove, they dived down towards the cliffs. They crashed through the trees, only to be met with screams such as "No!" or "It's us!"
The Trio, their dragons and the pack (standing posed on the ground) seized their attack. They weren't crystal creatures. They were a Deadly Nadder, a Monstrous Nightmare, a Gronkle, a Zippleback, and five riders.
"Astrid?" Hester asked out surprised.
"Fishlegs?" Sigmund gasped out.
"Snotlout?" Garsir asked.
"Hey! No Tuffnut? or 'Ruffnut?'" Tuffnut demanded offended.
"We're right here you know. Right here!" Ruffnut ranted.
The Vikings lowered their weapons. Toothless, Skullbones, Tifespike and the Tifespinner pack (with some reassurance from Sigmund) calmed down. So did Stormfly, Hookfang, Meatlug and Barf and Belch. The Trio were flabbergasted. They hadn't seen them for months. Now they were here?
"What are you guys doing here?" Hester questioned.
They've been found. Now here comes the tricky part. Getting Hester to come back.