Hey guys. I hope you all like this chapter. This one will be the darkest one out of this story I believe. I hope you review it and tell me your thoughts about it. Enjoy and forgive me for my grammatical mistakes.
Serenity woke up with a yawn. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the cave she slept in.
She sighed. 'Another day passes and they have not yet returned', she thought.
She got up, ate some breakfast, and went to the cave where all the sick/injured dragons were. But alas, ever since she showed up, there was barely any dragons in there at all, except for one. She went to that dragon and inspected his broken wing again.
"Well, it is getting better. Another 2 weeks and you can remove it", she told Revyn, a purple Scatterthing (a quick dragon that resembles a garden snake with wings).
"Thank you ma'am", Revyn stated as he went about his business.
Serenity sighed again, not knowing what to do for the rest of the day. That is until she heard shouting coming from every direction in the mountain. She saw dragons all flocking outside. She ran up to a dragon who was about to take off.
"What's going on? What happened?", Serenity asked worriedly.
"The militia, they're back!", the dragon shouted with glee.
"Can you take me with you?", Serenity asked nicely.
"Hop on and hang tight!", the dragon said as he lowered himself so Serenity could mount him.
Serenity did so and the pair took off, zooming through the winding tunnels until they joined the rest of the dragons in the sky. The mountain-nest dragons flew towards the approaching militia, grateful for their return. The mountain-nest dragons did a quick 360 and accompanied the militia as they touched down, finally back home.
Once the group landed, dragons started approaching their loved ones, welcoming them back home and asking how was the journey.
"Chris!", Serenity shouted as she jogged toward him.
Chris turned to her voice and was filled with joy that he was able to see her beautiful face once again. He ran to her as well. They were about to hug, but Toothless was quicker and reached Serenity first. He nuzzled against her neck and warbled in joy, glad to see his favorite dragon healer. Serenity had no choice but to hug him back and pat his neck, but all the while maintained eye contact with Chris. Her body language told him that she was sorry and couldn't do anything about it.
Chris shrugged and put on a fake smile, understanding. But deep down, he was slightly jealous that the Night Fury ruined their intimate moment. Then, the dragons who stayed home shouted with glee once they heard that the war was over and the Song empire defeated. Numerous chats occurred at the same time. They probably would've continued but a single, booming roar silenced the cacophony of dragon noises.
"My brothers and sisters, I am glad that our suffering can finally be over", Windwalker started.
Everyone roared in victory.
"But… let us celebrate properly, like we always do. Once the sun sets, and the night sky shines bright with the stars above, everyone will meet at the Scorch. Let us show our guests a very important part of our mountain-nest culture", Windwalker concluded, with Chris translating.
The mountain-nest dragons couldn't agree more, and did as their alpha commanded. The crowded dissipated and all that was left was the Berkians and Draconians.
"What is the Scorch? What's going to happen tonight?", Hookfang asked Windwalker as she approached.
Windwalker chuckled, "All it good time my friends, all in good time". Chris then mounted her and they flew off into the mountain, leaving their allies puzzled at what was going to happen later that evening.
The group met up with Windwalker and Chris back at their cave, to discuss what was going to happen after today.
"Well Hiccup, it has been a long journey, but I must thank you and your people for helping Windwalker and I win the dragon-Song war", Chris thanked.
"No problem. Is it safe to say that we can be allies from this day onward and can count on you and your 'village' should I have any problems?", Hiccup asked slyly.
Chris scoffed, "Are you negotiating with me on an alliance?"
"Well, yes. Yes I am", Hiccup replied.
"Hmmm, I don't know. Windwalker what do you think? Should we ally with Berk?", Chris asked his best friend.
Windwalker looked up in thought, then faced her human companion and groaned, nodding her head.
"Well Hiccup,chief of Berk, it looks like you got yourself an alliance with the mountain-nest", Chris stated, extending his hand to Hiccup. Hiccup smiled and shook his hand firmly, sealing the alliance.
"You know, you are a very interesting dragon Windwalker", Re said.
"Thank you. I take that as a compliment", Windwalker replied, with Chris translating to the Vikings.
"You proved yourself to me that you are an excellent leader", Re continued.
"You know, I am interested in finding out how you became the alpha here, Windwalker", Hiccup commented.
"She obviously had to earn it son", Valka voiced.
"I know that, but how? I mean, Toothless had to defeat the Bewilderbeast, Re was passed down the throne from his parents, so what did you do that made you the alpha here?", Hiccup pressed.
Windwalker bore a sad expression and looked down. She crooned. Chris patted and rubbed at her scales in comfort.
"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean any offense", Hiccup quickly added.
Windwalker hardened her expression. "Don't worry, it's fine. But how about I tell you a story instead?", Chris translated, speaking for Windwalker.
Hiccup slowly nodded.
"A long time ago, there was a female Night Fury. She was born scared and confused, overwhelmed with the world around her. But, she had two wonderful and loving parents that comforted her and guided her through life. She mainly felt alone because she was the only young Night Fury in her nest, even though she was the daughter of the alpha, her father. She continued to be desolate until she met an older, yet adolescent Night Fury. His name was Syrik".
Toothless' eyes grew wide, starting to understand what Windwalker was talking about when he and Windwalker had that skirmish a few weeks ago.
"They grew to become best friends. They did everything together. The parents approved of their friendship and all was swell in the nest...until she noticed that Syrik started to change. He wouldn't talk to her as much, and when he looked at her, he had a hungry look. She didn't know why but it started to creep her out. She thought she was losing him as a friend until one day, Syrik approached her. What he said next shocked her. He asked her to leave her family and nest, and start a life of their own... as mates. Even though, Syrik had become an adult, she was barely an adolescent and was not ready to take a mate yet. He thought otherwise, and tried to capture her. She, however, escaped and flew as fast as she could to her parents, with Syrik close behind. Luckily, she reached her parents and they banned Syrik from the nest, threatening to kill him if he ever got near her again. He flew away, stating that it wasn't over. She felt safe once again with her parents. But one night, she awoke to their screams. She rushed to their cave and watched with her very eyes as Syrik butchered them in their sleep. She panicked and rushed out to escape, but Syrik thought ahead and caved in her only exit route with a plasma blast. Cornered, she had no other option but to fight. She clawed and bit at Syrik but the male Night Fury proved to be the strongest and easily defeated her. She lay on the ground, bloody and helpless. Syrik stood over her and whispered in her ear that he was going to show the world who she belonged to by mating her and making her his. Upon hearing so she struggled frantically, trying to escape her rapist. Syrik just chuckled darkly and dug his claws into her right flank, raking it across her scales, holding her in place. She screamed in pain, begging for him to stop. The bastard just smirked and watched her scuffle in vain. He told her there was no point, since the Night Fury populace was low, they were obligated to help bring forth the next generation and increase their numbers. She closed her eyes, praying to her god, Lord Draco, for strength to end this. As he prepared to mate her, she felt a sudden surge flow through her body. She opened her eyes as her body filled up with strength. Syrik looked on with shock as he noticed that along the base of her spine and the middle of her forehead, it started to glow blue. In an attempt to remind her who was in control of the situation, he bit her neck. Upon feeling the pressure on her neck, she retaliated. She roared her anger and threw Syrik off of her. Syrik was astonished that she was able to do so, but nonetheless growled and tried to put her in her place. She threw her boosted plasma blasts at him. He grew weaker but still fought. She was able to overwhelm Syrik and ultimately tore his head off of his body. But she didn't stop there. No, she continued to rip and tear at his body until it was nothing but a mangled mess...or at least until there was nothing left to identify him by. She roared and cried out in agony. She crawled to her parents and collapsed in front of them, sobbing uncontrollably. She wallowed in despair, surrounded by the three Night Furies that impacted her life. But then, she was visited by Lord Draco himself. He fixed her wounds and comforted her, telling her that she would grow up to be a very important dragon. Before he left, he exhaled a long, warm breath over her body. Upon doing that, she felt a tingly warmth, spread all over her. He told her that he bestowed a gift to her. A gift she will soon come to realize once she was older. He carved a way out of the mountain for her, telling her to use her new-found strength and gift wisely, before disappearing. Windwalker realized that she could no longer go back to the scared, little hatchling she once was. She had to be strong, for Draco's sake at least. Using her new ability-later learning that it was the Titan Wing-she became alpha of her pact and led them away from her old nest. She swore from then on, that she would stop any evil coming her or her pact's way, for she did not want anyone else to feel the pain she felt. She swore that she would never go back to the way she was: a poor dragon who could not help herself"
The cave was silent. Nobody made a sound, feeling sadness over hearing such a dark story.
"Over the years, she proved herself to be a fine alpha. She found another suitable nest for her pact. She would shred anything that endangered her nest, dragon or human. She protected her nest fiercely, obliterating anything that jeopardized it. Her nest grew and grew as more dragons realized that she was a friendly, yet fierce alpha. She was deadly...and she had every right to be".
As the story ended, the group looked at each other with shocked and sorrowful faces.
Just then, a group of hatchlings flew up to the cave. "Windwalker! Windwalker! Windwalker!", they shouted.
Windwalker smiled and turned to face them, "Yes, what is it, young ones?", she asked nicely.
As she turned she exposed the right side of her body. The allies gasped at what they saw. Across her right flank, she bore 4 scratch-like scars along her scales. The group now realized who she was talking about, and the pain they felt in their hearts worsened.
She turned toward the group once she finished consulting with the hatchlings. She had a sad smile etched onto her features. "Enough of the story-telling. We have a celebration that's about to commence. I suggest that we all go to Scorch now; It's time", Windwalker spoke softly. With that, she took wing and flew out of the cave and toward the Scorch.
The cave was silent for a few minutes, still processing what they just found out.
"That was her, wasn't it?", Eret asked.
Chris hung his head and nodded solemnly. "The only regret she has, was that she wasn't able to save her parents. She blames herself for their deaths"
"Oh my gosh, I-I'm so sorry", Aurora commented.
"Don't tell me mom, tell her", Chris replied coolly.
"One of the reasons why we bonded was because we were both helpless. We were both weak. She felt like she could've saved her parents and I felt like I could've held on tighter to Re's saddle to see mine. But when we were at our lowest points, we found strength. She felt like trash and I was labeled as such", Chris added.
"What do you mean 'labeled as such'?", Tenor asked.
Chris turned around and lifted up his shirt. Along the small of his back, was one word: sampah. It was the brand mark from when he when he met Windwalker at that prison camp long ago.
"Sampah, is Malay for trash. Those people wondered why a young boy such as myself was roaming around the forest with no parents. So they probably thought I was banished for something. That's why they branded me with it; to remind me that I will forever be trash to them, as well as a slave", Chris announced as he turned around and lowered his shirt back onto his body.
"But I have come to accept that it doesn't matter to me what others think of me. I learned that I could cry and do nothing about it, or stand up and fight back. Choosing the latter shaped me into who I am today. And I am pretty damn happy about that", Chris said proudly.
"I'm proud of you", Serenity uttered.
Chris smiled down at her as he got up. "I'm glad you think so...Now that that has happened, you all have two choices: you can either sulk in here and miss out on the celebration, or you can accompany my nest and I as we show you what it means to truly be mountain-nest dragon", Chris smirked.
The group all looked at each other and smiled, agreeing to partake in the celebration. They all got up and flew out of the cave, heading for the Scorch.