Hiccup had underestimated the feathered dragon.

Blueberry had not eaten anything they tried to feed him; he rejected fish, mutton, yak and chicken. Initially they assumed he was stressed out due to being separated from his rider and being in an unfamiliar place, but soon it became clear he didn't eat meat, or at least not the ones they had. The dragons were equally puzzled when he kept asking for 'mangoes' 'bananas' and other things they had never heard of.

Fishlegs was beyond excited at this new discovery. He immediately made theories about a new class of dragons, but before he could make conclusions he wanted to learn more of this species. He made various sketches of Blueberry in the blank pages of the Book of Dragons, and even picked several of his lost feathers, all of different sizes, to put it there. While studying Blueberry, he started writing down suggestions to call the species.

When he wasn't being studied by the obese human, Blueberry wandered around the village, ignoring the weird and awed glances of humans and dragons alike, all he cared about was to find something to eat. His stomach was aching terribly at the lack of something to digest for so long, and he wasn't sure if any of the food he could eat would do him any good. Eventually, his trip took him to one of the cabbage fields, where he tasted one of the vegetables, and by the end of the day he had eaten half of the cabbages, much to the distaste of a Viking woman.

"A vegetarian dragon?" Gobber had said when he saw the scene. "Now I've seen everything!"

After the discovery, Fishlegs excitement grew tenfold, and Hiccup had a weight lifted off his chest. Heather and Goblin went to the forest to find edible fruits and things that grew from plants, while Hiccup and Toothless went around the village asking the villagers for vegetables they had, while Fishlegs stayed with Blueberry to study his behavior.

"He likes to perch more often than other dragons, and he is always preening his feathers. He seems to have a sort of communication with chickens, or it might be with birds in general. Also, he seems to have more nesting behavior than other dragons, but he uses human-made things at times…" Fishlegs was thrilled at all the knowledge. "Meatlug, we're learning so much!"

Blueberry had by the gone to the corner he had claimed for himself, where he had already made a large bird-like nest of straw, some wood and a few things like boots, ropes and other things.

"Okay, Bluefeather." Fishlegs called Blueberry by the name they had thought of for him while they found his rider and learned his actual name. "Let me see your fire."

Meatlug walked over and placed a barrel on a catapult. "Hey, Blueberry, when the barrel is on the air, shoot at it." She told the feathered dragon.

"Sounds easy." Blueberry purred, bristling his feathers.

"Okay, here it comes!" Fishlegs launched the barrel into the air, and Blueberry shot an icy blue fireball at it, which shattered the barrel into millions of splinters. "Oh! Amazing! His fire is light but strong enough to shatter things at contact! Maybe he is the type of dragon to tone down fire!" he took another note in the Book of Dragons just as Hiccup and Toothless returned with a basket full of vegetables.

"Fishlegs, how's Bluefeather doing?" he asked.

"His wing seems to be better, and his behavior has avian traits. I'd say he is close to a parrot." Fishlegs winced when Blueberry screeched with bristled feathers. "I'm not serious, boy! Just kidding!"

"Bluefeather, I bet you must be hungry after all that studying, right?" Hiccup took the basket off Toothless's saddle. "Toothless and I brought you some vegetables, there's a big range of selection so that you may choose." He spilled the contents of the basket unto the ground. Carrots, potatoes, cabbages, and some things brought by Trader Johann such as corn, broccoli among other things. Almost immediately, Blueberry perked up his ears and started sniffing the vegetables. He picked out the corn, the cabbage and some red fruits called 'strawberries'. He devoured the vegetables, bristling his feathers happily and purring.

"Who would have thought there were vegetarian dragons?" Hiccup watched in awe as the feathered dragon continued to eat.

"The weird thing is that his teeth aren't flat, they're sharp and carnivorous. Think he could be omnivorous?"

"If he were, he wouldn't reject mutton and fish."

"Maybe he isn't familiar with the type of animals around here."

Blueberry snorted and sulked off to his nest. Toothless approached to talk with him. "How's your wing doing?"

"I think it's getting better." Blueberry said, glancing at his splinted wing. "I can't wait till it heals. I'm sick of being stuck on the ground!"

"Have you been around the village?"

"Yeah, but they won't stop staring at me. It's annoying!"

"The other dragons want to ask you a few questions."

"What kind of questions?"

"Most of all where you come from, what your species is, etcetera."

Blueberry sighed in dismay, stretching out his good wing. "I guess it's going to be a long day, isn't it?"

"It won't be that bad. You'll get to know everyone now that we're on it."

"Well… I guess it won't be that bad."

Just then, Heather arrived on Goblin, but she was carrying a smaller basket filled with wild berries of the non-poisonous variety Gothi had shown her. At the sight of the mini-fruits, Blueberry screeched and ran towards Heather. She barely had time to put the basket on the ground before Blueberry had buried his head into the berries to devour them.

"Looks like someone is a fan of berries." Heather laughed at the sight of him wagging his tail.

"Definitely a vegetarian."

It wasn't long before Blueberry was full. He shook his head and bristled his feathers, preening on some of his wing feathers.

"I don't know what kind of berries these are, but they are delicious!"

"They're just blackberries and a little variety." Goblin explained. "They're harmless to eat."

"Blackberries? Don't you have any blueberries?"

"Blueberries? What are those?" Toothless inquired.

"They're like these ones, but a bit bigger and blue."

Meatlug tilted her head. "Funny, it sounds like your name."

"I'm named after those kind of berries."

"Has Toothless mentioned to you the other dragons want to ask you a few questions?" Goblin stated.

"He did. I just told him I'd be there."

"Good. We have to wait till our humans go to sleep, though. That way we won't be interrupted."

"Just a little detail… I kind of don't see well at night, back home we go back to our nests as soon as the sky darkens. Only a few, specially-trained dragons can fly around at night."

"Don't worry, we'll think of something."


Blueberry wasn't exaggerating when he said he had poor vision at night. As Toothless and Goblin let him out of the academy and through the forest, blueberry would often trip on stones, step on sticks or receive a smack in the face from a tree branch. That, and he was more wary than usual, in his perspective everything looked different than it did during the daytime, and his poor vision at this time of the day put him at great disadvantage should they be attacked.

"How can you see in this darkness?" he asked.

"How can you not see?" Goblin asked.

"Like I said, I was not trained for flying at night. That was what made me crash into the sea during the storm with Nora."

"I think the first thing they'll ask you is who Nora is." Toothless pointed out as they came to the edge of the cove. "Here we are. Be careful, it's a cove, and you can't glide down in your condition."

"I doubt I'll even be able to climb down."

"That's why we're going to help you out." Goblin said. When they were at the edge, he flapped his wings to hover into the air and lifted Blueberry by the waist, careful with his splinted wing. Toothless jumped down into the cove, while Goblin managed to fly down and place Blueberry on the ground, landing beside him, panting. He was getting too old for this.

Most of the Berk dragons were already gathered there, and most of them where giving Blueberry curious glances, some whispering at his rather undragon-like feathers. Quinarth was a few meters away, along with Meatlug, Akkyold, Karan, Nori and Nara, among others. A purple dragon of the smaller variety approached.

"Hey there! I'm Gingertoes!" he said cheerfully. "What was your name again?"

"Blueberry." Blueberry said simply.

"Sounds funny."

"Knock it off, Gingertoes." Akkyold growled at the Terrible Terror.

There was also a dark monstrous Nightmare who was glaring at him suspiciously, but he didn't let himself be intimidated. He had seen scarier dragons back home. On top of the rock where Thornado once sat, was a different dragon, though he seemed older and wiser than Thornado. His name was Skullcrusher, and though not officially named as Thornado's successor, he had already showed he was wise and coolheaded despite his outbursts at times.

Blueberry's crest flattened against his head as he got nervous from all the stares, a few hostile, others uncertain. Skullcrusher's voice rumbled as he spoke. "What is your name?"

"Blueberry."

"What kind of dragon are you? we have never seen one with feathers like birds." Greenhorn asked.

"My kind is not native to this part of the world. Where I come from, humans call us Mordecielos." He recalled they didn't understand his language when they gave him quizzical looks. "Or Skybiters."

"And where did you come from, if we may know?" Karan inquired.

"It's a faraway land, unlike this archipelago it's not various pieces of land, it's a great, large and seemingly endless piece of lands called a continent. There is not a speck of snow, but it rains constantly, other than that it's almost always sunny. The part of the continent I come from it's a jungle-"

"She just asked where you came from, you don't have to give a whole description." Steelhorn growled, irritated, to which he received a stern glare from Skullcrusher.

Blueberry frowned at him. "Humans call it the New World."

"You said you had a rider." Goblin changed the subject before a fight broke out. "And you said she was captured by hunters."

At the mention of the hunters, Blueberry's feathers bristled. "Those humans had been capturing my wild brethren, and the human chieftain sent Nora and me to follow them, but they went farther than we expected, and eventually they captured us."

"What did they do to your kind?" Toothless asked.

"Like you said, no one around here has ever seen a feathered dragon before. People pay a high sum of money for us, or even for just our feathers. I was kept apart from Nora and with my other brethren for days, but some of those men came and took some of my brethren away, I never saw those again. I was lucky, they were going to clip my wings."

"Clip your wings?" a Gronckle asked. "What does that mean?"

"My wings are the same as a birds. But like birds, our wings can be clipped. Clipping a wing is when our primary flight feathers are trimmed, preventing us from flying." Blueberry stretched out his good wing and pointed at the longest feathers sticking out. "These feathers are my primary flight feathers. They're very important for my flight, if I were to lose them I'd have to wait till my next molting to fly again."

He continued. "Most of my brethren had their wings clipped, but before they could clip mine Nora managed to escape and come to save me. We tried to get away, but it was nighttime, and Tlaloc's wrath came upon us."

"Who?" Skullcrushed stated.

"The god of rain and water."

"We have no heard of such god." Toothless said.

"That's because your humans' gods are different. But anyway, during that storm I was separated from Nora, but she was recaptured by the Hunters and I wind up here in Berk. And I guess you know the rest of the story."

"Do you know if there's anything they might want from her? Humans are not really good for their business, if you know what I mean." Goblin asked him.

"I don't know. It's not our location, they already have reached our land. All I can think of is that they want another kind of information… Maybe on where to find other dragons."

"With other dragons you mean… of your species, or your class? Are there more feathered dragons out there?"

Blueberry nodded. "There are. Some not as colorful as my kind, but they have feathers."

The other dragons were murmuring amongst themselves, while Skullcrusher seemed to be thinking. Blueberry wasn't certain of what they'd decide regarding him, but he hoped the hunters would keep Nora alive, he knew she wouldn't give up without a fight, but those men were cruel. He didn't know how far they would go get the information out of her.


The cages rarely were so full. Another shipment of fresh Skybiters from the New World. The feathered dragons were still fighting, letting out screeches, bristling their feathers as they rattled against the bars of their cages only for their captors to smash their weapons against the metal, startling the weakest specimens into submission, while the most aggressive ones growled in contempt.

"They still have fighting spirit. Good, it'll make it more entertaining to break them down." Ryker stared emotionlessly at the feathered dragons, he only needed to show himself around to make the creatures cower in fear. "But keep their feathers intact. Especially the flight feathers, they are worth a fortune." He saw a green male with beautiful yellow feathers scratching the door of his cage, and smirked mercilessly. "Start with that one."

One hunter fired an arrow at the Skybiter. It gave a screech of pain, before it fell to the ground, immobile, allowing the hunters to open its cage and drag him out towards another part of the ship. The ones with the most attractive feathers would be kept for feather harvesting, the weakest with dull feathers sold to rich people who liked to serve exotic meat on their feasts, and the good-looking ones sold to dragon collectors.

The New World turned out to be filled with new dragons never seen before, most of them feathered, but unfortunately not all were easy to capture, or find. The Skybiters were new, but soon people would get bored of them and want newer ones.

Hopefully, their 'guest' would share her knowledge of this new class of dragons soon.

"Hijos de perra!"

Ryker turned to another cell uninterested. A young tan-skinned woman of about eighteen with long black hair and a green one-piece dress combining skirt and blouse, bound by the waist by a long, wide, woven and ornamental sash. The blouse reached to the neck, the upper edges fastened together over the shoulders by long dark green pins and passing under the arms at the sides, She wore black wool leggings and dark brown booths. She was slim but had a great strength, though it helped her little against those bars.

"How can you do that to such a young dragon?! Bastardo!" she screamed at him.

"It's only the first one." Ryker said simply without bothering to look at her. "You can stop this whenever you want, you only have to tell us what we want to know."

"Even if I do, you won't keep your word!"

"Maybe. These dragons have turned out to be quite profitable, it would be a pity to waste them. I bet the feathers of that blue chicken of yours would be even more valued."

"PONGANLE UNA MANO ENCIMA A MORAZUL Y-!"

"What? There's not much you can do in your current position, miss." Ryker chuckled evilly as he approached the cell. "What makes you think we have not recaptured him already?"

The girl narrowed her eyes. "If you had you would have brought him here."

"After that little escapade of yours? It's easier to keep you apart, but I'll be generous today." Still grinning, Ryker searched into his ouch and took out a large blue feather, ragged and worn.

The girl's eyes widened. She'd recognize those feathers anywhere. "Morazul!"

"Let's do this. If you answer some questions, I won't have my men cook your chicken for tonight."

He dropped the feather, and it floated down to the girl's hands, she held it close to her chest as her eyes swelled up with tears. She already knew her dragon's color was quite rare for Skybiters, and she didn't want to imagine what these monsters would do to him.

"I'll give you some time to think about it, but I'd make a quick decision if I were you. My men are hungry." With another mocking laugh, Ryker walked out of the cage block, followed by the guards. When she was certain she was alone, the girl started to cry, stroking the blue feather tenderly. She didn't even know if they had already harmed her dragon, or had plucked his beautiful feathers. She wanted to believe they would keep him alive at least for his coloration, but to think the agony he would go through with his feathers being plucked. Her people had inculcated her to protect her dragon at any cost, like a dragon would protect its human at any cost.

"Lo siento, padre…" She heard the man still going down the hallway, and called out loudly. "Espera!"

Ryker stopped in his tracks, smirking.

The girl looked down regretfully, closing her eyes. "…What do you want to know?"