Siren of the Hooligans

by Kiss Queen Love Kiss

Siren, after a few years, lives at Dragon's Edge and teaches the children of the Meathead tribe in secret on an island not too far away. The adults aren't aware she's teaching their kids. One day, she meets a Meathead named Al. What happens now, since he's the first grown Meathead to find out about her activities?

15. Chapter 15

Siren

All of the Meathead warriors were standing in rows of ten, strongest warriors at the front and weakest at the back. All of us held our weapons out as the ships drew nearer. I could see the men on those ships holding their toys out eagerly, savage smiles on their faces. I could see dragons locked up in cages and chains, looking as though they were starved and beaten. I tried my hardest not to think of those French Celts who'd beaten and starved me. I still remember them thinking of cutting my head off because the head supposedly holds spiritual power to them.

Our dragons were above us, Toothless included. I found an artificial tailfin that could help him fly on his own, so I strapped it to him so he could lead the dragons' into battle.

I watched as a rowboat was lowered down from the ship at the front. A large, burly man with a metal arm and black dreadlocks came down.

Drago Bludvist.

More rowboats came down with more warriors as the first rowboat came toward us, very fast and swift. I could see Drago more clearly now, with his scars and cape.

I looked up at Toothless, flying above me. I made the signal to fire at the water, not Drago. Toothless obeyed.

A spray of water blew up, and I heard a scream. The wave went down, and I could see Drago rubbing his eyes. I could see his mouth moving, so I thought he was groaning.

"Let's kill Drago now!" I said, raising my sword. Alf, the best archer in my class, was beside me, readying himself. From what Al told me, as well as the Japanese shoguns, I felt like the best battle strategy would be to kill Drago first, then take down everyone else. I learned it from the captain of one army in Okada.

"Just a little closer," Alf kept muttering as the rowboat drew near. Drago was now only about eleven feet away from the shore; now would be the perfect time to shoot. Immediately, he let of the arrow as our dragons came down to us. It struck Drago's arm; not the metal one, but his real arm. We watched as his arm fell off and drop into the sea, blood dripping from the stump.

I mounted Toothless and signaled to everyone that the real battle was about to begin. In unison, all of us rose up, and Toothless fired a plasma blast.

This was it. This was the moment I was made for.