Hi guys. Sorry for the long gap... I was busy with college, tests and all. (Even on weekends? Yes.) Also I was writing a new HTTYD FanFic "The Dragon Rider's Dilemma" Check it out.
I was hearing the sound track for HTTYD 2 and in the first dragon racing, the opening music of RttE is there. I had to hear that, like, 3 times and then watch the movie clip too, before deciding, so...
Commander Chandell 919: *Smiling* Thank you. I'll keep it in mind. Actually I look forward to college. And no, Stoick is no idiot. I respect and admire him a lot. (Not more than Hiccup, naturally XP) I will sue you for it. JK. *Laughing jokingly*.
Anyways the new chapter...
Hiccup looked at his mother with hatred and disgust. Didn't she care for him, his father? How could she be so heartless? He didn't reply anything but turned his gaze back to the ship. It just hurt him to see that his dad might blow up in flames.
Might.
Maybe he won't if he did something. Only if he had some time to see, to plan out something. Toothless growled, in memory of that incident nearly five years ago.
"Calm down, bud." Hiccup patted the dragon on the side. He could feel the restlessness of the dragon. He knew exactly how it felt and Hiccup was upset that the dragon didn't know why he felt that way. The Storm-Cutter swooped down in a nose dive and let out a ball of fire. Hiccup didn't follow his mother. He just closed his eyes and bit his lip. It was going to be hard.
Another fire ball blew up a ship, jolting Hiccup back into the world. He peeped down, hoping it wasn't the chief's ship and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the ship on the opposite end was in flames. Well when was it that he ever obeyed his mother's orders? An interesting notion crept into his brain and Hiccup grinned. The plan was going to be good.
Hiccup nose-dived with his dragon instead of blasting ships like his mother; he picked the people from the burning ships and dropped them in the sea.
At least they'll be safe. Hiccup had to make sure that he did so, when his mother wasn't seeing. Behind her back, he had to do so.
The reaction of the Vikings in their ridiculous helmets was worth watching and the dragon rider was sure that he'd have enjoyed, if his mom hadn't been blowing them up. Some of them yelled in fear and some even swung their weapons. But Toothless blasted the weapons and picked the Vikings to drop them in the sea. The way they screamed, somewhat reminded Hiccup of his friend Genera. He just thought how she was doing back in the nest. The fear on the Vikings' faces were just written, probably doodled, by the way their eyes widened in horror on seeing the Unholy Offspring of lightning and death itself. Hiccup was throwing people in the sea and his mother, on the other hand, was destroying ships and if lucky, people too.
Stoick had no idea who, or why, for that matter, was a dragon attacking them like in the middle of the Archipelago. But when he saw the dragon, a rider on the dragon, his anger knew no bounds.
A flurry of memories flashed in front of him.
An overturned cradle, his family flying away hopelessly, a huge dragon with a face that resembled an owl, fire around him, buildings toppling around him, a grey bundle in Valka's hands, her momentary distraction towards the bundle, his tear-streaked face, his heart...
Stoick clutched his heart and then pulled out his axe. The rider's figure was slim and the face was covered by a mask made with cloth and dragon scales, blue in colour with occasional green or brown splashed over it. The rider wielded a staff and a huge dragon, fully white rose out of the sea.
"Odin, help us." Stoick stared at the huge dragon with its crystal eyes. The dragon was pure white, a little grey splashed here and there, probably because of mud. Stoick stared in awe and, something he hadn't felt in like fourteen years, fear. The same fear that had grasped him when his family was killed, when the same owl like dragon had carried his family away, lingered in him. The guilt of not using the different methods through which he could have saved his family hurt him every time he remembered him. Nevertheless the chief threw a chain over the dragon and managed to trap it. Now that he came to think about it, he assumed that the dragon rider killed his family and let the dragon feast on the remains. The chains fastened itself tightly around the dragon and the dragon moaned. The white dragon could do nothing, its controller couldn't move, having been trapped under the dragon-proof chains. The huge one was confused and, a moment, later submerged into the waters; it didn't rise again.
Satisfied, Stoick turned around and saw that of the ten ships that had set sail, only four were floating. The other Vikings were climbing onto the ships. Stoick turned his attention to the Dragon and rider and began rotating the chain around and pulling the dragon closer.
"If I get that cursed dragon, I will avenge Valka and Hiccup." Thinking so, the chief was so engrossed into the first dragon that he didn't see another small dragon speeding at the ship the rider fierce with anger and rage.
Hiccup couldn't see his mother die at the hands of the chief, but also at the same time, if the chief pulled the mask away and saw the rider, then, perhaps maybe...
An arrow shot past him and he looked up. A Razor Whip shot its sharp silver spine at the chief and Stoick the vast lost the control of the winches. The chief wasn't hurt but. The Storm-Cutter freed itself and the rider flew back.
Hiccup stared at the dragon rider. Never in his wildest dreams, which included his dreams of his father, did he expect Genera to be flying the Razor Whip. She had a mask put over her face, just revealing her startling grey eyes and her Brown hair pulled into two braids, flapping about her face. Hiccup watched as she pulled another arrow from her quiver and took aim. She shot the arrow just as Stoick reached out to pull the chain once again. This time many others too came to help the chief. They began pulling at the chain but had to stop as the other arrow fixed itself into the hand of a Viking. The Viking groaned and staggered as he clutched his hands. Momentarily distracted by the injured Viking, the chief finally noticed the Nightfury, hovering lightly amongst the clouds.
"Nightfury," he exhaled and ducked as another flaming arrow sent the Ship's granaries on flame.
Hiccup stared at the young girl in disbelief, "How in the name of the Alpha did she know about it?" He shook his head as his mother came up. Genera looked at Hiccup and their eyes met. Hiccup nodded and Genera smiled, before letting go of her last arrow and the arrow sail gracefully into the granary, setting it on fire.
The Vikings set to work, dousing the fire and the leader, whoever he was, immediately called off the attacks and began helping the others. They were making slow progress and when the fire was doused, they sailed away silently, disappearing beyond the horizon in a few hours
Satisfied, the young lass flew towards the mother and son pair.
Valka was furious; the reactions on the lady's face reminded Genera of her own mother when the girl had been pushed into the sea by her brother. Genera had been stuttering, her lips blue, from quivering after falling into the sea.
A reason she found swimming way better than flying or falling off the cliff, for that matter. Juvena had been so furious. She had sent Sadmir to work with the fishermen for the whole weekend. That was his punishment. The sister was glad, her heart sending some sort of a relief and a winning edge over her brother. When he came home, he was smelling of fish and eels and had to take a bath. Remembering her mother sent sadness and pain through Genera. She sighed.
"How could you do that?" Valka was yelling at Hiccup; Hiccup was frowning, his arms folded. "I saw you helping those people. After all I said and -" She stopped and then sighed. "Hiccup,"
The boy nodded at Genera, acknowledging her presence. Genera too nodded as she clung close to her dragon (okay, the dragon on which she was riding.) While Valka scolded hiccup, Genera noticed a Change wing, flying towards them. The figure came close and Redcod flew by her side.
"Why did you come?" the lass hissed at her brother's friend. The boy shrugged.
"And you two," Valka spoke, turning towards the new comers. "I told you to stay there. Why did you leave? And, oh, your brother, he's all alone..."
"He sent us here." Genera blurted. Hiccup raised an eyebrow as Valka let the news settle down.
"Sadmir sent you." It was a statement, not a question or an accusation. Genera simply nodded, not glancing at her friends. She knew that Hiccup was not convinced. Nevertheless she stared at the Dragon Lady, dauntless, and the mother stared at her. Eventually the lady gave up and then instructed the three friends. "I don't want any mischief around here. Come home after some time."
Then Valka just flew off.
"Sadmir sent you."
Hiccup looked at genera, still unable to believe that she'd flown a dragon and hadn't screamed one bit. They were sitting on a cliff, overlooking the icy ocean. Redcod had flown a long time ago, telling that Sadmir asked him to come soon. The breeze was freezing, but, nevertheless, Hiccup was well used to the cold now. The nest stood towering with its icy roof behind them. Genera was scratching the Dragon Grey Blade.
"Why he shouldn't have?" Genera smirked, her brown bangs covering her eyes as she swept it across.
"No actually, it is a good thing he sent you," Hiccup admitted, not wanting to know what could've happened if she hadn't come. Her bow and arrows were lying beside her. Hiccup lifted it and examined it. It was made from wood, heavy bulky wood. The string was thick and crude. "If he sent you."
"He did." Genera protested frowning. She didn't like the way the boy doubted her but still, she admired the carefulness of the Dragon Rider. Toothless was dozing in the shade under a tree.
"Good bow."
"Huh?" Genera looked up and saw Hiccup holding her bow. "You like it?"
"Will you teach me?" Hiccup asked, looking at her. Their eyes met and the contact was broken. Genera got back to scratching her dragon while Hiccup settled on the ground, examining the bow.
"Yeah. I am a good teacher." She shrugged.
"How did you fly the dragon?" Hiccup then asked; genera rolled her eyes. The boy was very inquisitive.
"Well, mister." She folded her arms and looked at him. "First, there is a lot of difference between a Razor Whip and a Nightfury and second, there is way more difference between flying on your own and getting carried away by a feral dragon boy, like yourself." She gave a death stare.
"Sorry about that." Hiccup rubbed his neck.
"Also I am scared of heights." Genera admitted.
"Then how?" Hiccup seemed lost. It didn't make any sense.
"If you teach me how to fly dragons, then I'll teach you how to shoot like a professional." She smiled at him and he returned the smile as he handed the board over to her. Genera grasped the bow and stood up. She took aim and fired, the arrow sailing fast and hitting the target painted long time ago.
"Wow," Hiccup's jaw dropped.
"So you want to try?" She handed the bow to Hiccup. Hiccup took the bow and took aim and Genera corrected him, wherever he went wrong. After nearly fifty shots Hiccup managed to shoot 'Bull's eye.'
"Good." Genera smiled. "We'll call it a night."
"Yeah alright." Hiccup nodded as they mounted their dragons and flew into the night sky, the stars glittering above them like diamonds.
It may seem to some that I might be deviating from the topic or something. But rest assured. These past few chapters (and coming 2-3 too) were about knowing my OCs' personalities and abilities that will come handy in the future chapters. The next chapter is set in Berk after you-know-what. That's what I've decided. I need some time to figure it out. And also I mentioned that I am working for my other FanFic, "The Dragon Rider's Dilemma" too. So, things will get Hectic around here. Not to mention my college... *Sighing* why is my life so complicated...? Argh...
Anyways, hope to see you soon...
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