So, about what I said about how fast you should expect new chapters... well...
Anyway we have a new dragon here called a Swiftfang, it's an original dragon that I created, I own it.
So, enjoy the new chapter and expect a sporadic upload schedule until further notice.
The ships sailed slowly toward Berk, the Hunters waiting for us Riders to attack. Beorn mounted the lead Speed Stinger and watched the ships, waiting for them to get a little closer while the Hooligans watched him expectantly. The Hunters' ships crept closer and finally Beorn yelled "CHAAAAARGE!" as his dragon jumped off the edge and started to run on the water towards the ships, an army of Speed Stingers behind him on the water, and a cloud of dragons in the air. Time seemed to slow as everyone was soaring, until dragons and Hunters alike fired.
I swooped over the ships, shot gallons of amber down on them, swooped down under a boulder, and came up to let a Zippleback race in and light it up.
I joined with the crowd of dragons circling behind the sea stacks, swerving around to shoot past a ship, my father and his Speed Stingers jumped off of it and leaving a crowd of dead Hunters on it, while I froze the crowd on the next one, two Gronkles and a Nightmare coming in to finishing the Hunters off.
I looked around to see the Zipplebacks were closer to the ships, flying in circles and dropping their gas to keep the ships there.
This is going GREAT! I thought as I raced back behind the sea stacks, before I realized why this was such a one-sided battle. He hadn't released them yet. What are you up to Harkness?
There I was, sitting in a cell on a Hunters' ship. Three years ago, I would've never thought I'd be in one of these. I punched the wall. How could I let myself be captured? I thought, I was careless, I let Mogadon get the better of me. I turned around, studying the bars and my surroundings. I've got to find a way off this junk pile before we reach Berk! The lives of my friends might depend on it.
We may have been able to take out most of the Hunters, but the ships were staying nice and high thanks to that stone that every ship was lined with. Several dragons homed in on one ship, opened their maws, only to release smoke. I swear to Odin himself I saw a very important looking Hunter, Murphy I think it was, smile. They still didn't attack.
"They're wasting our shots!" I realized. One by one the dragons were running out of shots, and now barely any dragons had shots left!
"Now it's time to get this party started." Murphy said. He banged his staff on the deck a few times. Trap doors flew open and hundreds of dragons shot out. Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks, Nightmares, Triple Strykes, almost every dragon came out of one of those trap doors. My eyes widened in fear when I caught a glimpse of a big blue blur, then a big yellow blur, then green, then red, then orange, flying every which way.
"They have Swiftfangs!" a Viking cried out in fear. I looked over, the village coward, but his fear was justified. A Swiftfang is a very large, very fast dragon. It has two large fangs hanging from its mouth filled with venom that could kill an adult dragon with one bite. It has four clawless feet, two wings, and a short neck. Because of its size, however, it needs a lot of room to maneuver, and there's tons of room out here.
"Those dragons have the advantage!" I shouted
My father looked around, his shocked face quickly turning into determination as he did. "Fall back!"
The gas! We're going to draw them into the gas! I turned Screech around just as everyone else was. A Zippleback drew a line of gas towards us. Just as the Hunters' dragons were coming through, they lit it up. A giant explosion rocked the ships, wiping most of the Hunters' dragons out of the sky. A loud roar on my right side wiped the smile off of my face, however. The Swiftfangs got through and were dead set on taking down as many Riders as they could. One now stuck in amber, four shots left.
I picked up a rock. Lining it up with the Nadder's cage across from me, careful to hit the bars, not the Nadder, I threw it as hard as I could. PING. It looked over and readied its spines. "Calm down, calm down." It growled. "Easy now. I'm a friend." The boat rocked. Did we just dock? But I didn't hear any fighting. The Hooligans would've never let the Hunters through without a fight, something was wrong. The Nadder looked at me with curiosity, retracted its spines, and probably would've squawked if it wasn't for the rope around its mouth.
A Hunter walked up to my cage. "Be quiet," he ordered as he grabbed my arm and threw it back into the cage. The Nadder readied its spines again. The Hunter mocked it saying, "Oh, a big tough guy aren't ya? I should jus' flee before you pierce my armour with your spikes." He laughed, but before he could turn away, three spikes arced towards him, and found just the right spot to pin some cloth to the cage door. He became even more shocked when the door he was stuck to flung open, and I walked out, tossing around the keys I stole from him. Two more Hunters calmly descended down the ladder. They turned around just in time for me to punch them out.
"Alright big guy," I said turning to the Nadder, "lets get you out of here." I rummaged through the set of keys, trying a few before I found the right one. I threw open the cell door, calmly approached the dragon, and removed the ropes around it's mouth. "Will you help me free the rest of these dragons?" Looking at me with excitement, it squawked happily. I smiled, "I'll take that as a yes."
A Zippleback blindsided me, catching Screech between its two heads. I was knocked onto its back, grabbing one of the spines, I pulled myself back to my feet. One of the Fliers hopped off the head and grabbed his flail before charging at me. He swung his weapon, causing it to wrap around the arm I used to block it. I grunted as the spiked ball dug into my skin, staining the dragon's blue hide red. I yanked my arm, throwing the guy over to the tails.
Seeing the other Flier coming I swung my arm, hitting him with the flail's handle, his recoil giving me enough time to get in close and throw him at the other Flier, who fell off and grabbed onto the other, dragging him off the dragon as well. I jumped back on Screech's back as I pulled the flail out of my arm and got Screech to seal the wound with some amber before rejoining the fight.
I ran around the dragon cells, opening door after door, before stopping at a cell with just a moving chain. Changewing I thought. But something was wrong, if it didn't have a muzzle on, then why didn't it melt the bars and escape? I hesitated, deciding whether to free it or not.
"Back away from my dragon!" Said the only voice that can make my blood boil that much.
"Mogadon," my voice was venom, "no. I'm not letting you keep yet another dragon for your twisted plans." Caution replaced with determination, I stuck the key in the hole.
"No need to be hasty Emma, your execution will be soon." He… laughed? This was a dragon that not only could melt him, but that he'd angered by jailing it, and he didn't even have a hand on his sword? His cocky attitude will be his downfall. I thought as I opened the door. I wished what greeted me was acid, but instead I got an Armorwing flare. Mogadon laughed again, "I warned you." I turned around, what uncloaked was not a Changewing.
It was a Titan Wing Dramillion.