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Chapter 11: Heather's Discovery

(Heather POV)

I'm sure if I hadn't had enough sense to make armor on Tijina, the Razorwhip's claws would have gone through my skin and wrapped around the bone. The pain, is the only thing keeping me from freaking out, I can't focus on anything but the pulsing, stinging, nerve killing ache in my shoulders. It isn't as bad as it could be, but I'm sure it isn't a pretty sight.

Another small groan of pain slips through my lips as I look forward through my blurring vision trying to see where we're going. The Razorwhip hasn't let up if anything has picked up the pace, wherever it wants to go is where it's going. Not as if I exactly had the choice to say if I wanted to come along or not.

Her wings shear through the wind with ease and the long necked dragon hearing my groan looks towards me again. I meet her piercing green acid like gaze with a scowl, but it probably resembles more of a pained grimace.

My usual smart mouth fails me and I squeeze my eyes shut not even trying to mask my pain. The Razorwhip gives a small growl, sounding eerily like, 'Little longer, hang on.'

As if I have a choice.

My brain slips away again trying to dull the pain but unable to fall into unconsciousness. Memories flash through my head for the umpteenth time in the last twelve hours maybe more. My younger childhood mostly consists of avoiding people as I got older I was shipped off to the blacksmiths, the night the Razorwhip was captured, dragon training when I released her, the making of the axe, punching Nigra in the face…and Berk.

The island...even for the short amount I was there, feels oddly right. Like I was supposed to be there. But now…

Who knows what this Razorwhip is going to do with me. The chances of this ending well are slim.

Sudden ground beneath my limp feet snaps me from my thoughts with a wild gasp as the claws retract from around my shoulders, my feet, numb, tired and injured collapse beneath me. I let out a startled yelp before falling to my knees; my feet and leaning forward on my hands in knees.

Imminent pain spins through my shoulders as pressure is put on them and I bite my tongue to withhold a cry of pain. It ripples through my arms, my feet, my entire body. Why can't I go numb!?

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

Steady breaths, Heather, you'll be fine, you've survived worse.

Like the time I thought it would be good to leap off of the house, claiming I could fly and nearly crippled myself. Or when I nearly drowned twice a few days ago.

Breathe.

I pull my eyes open looking forward my steady breathing hitching again. Light. There is so much light and it's blue, blinding and yet...oddly comforting.

I look forward taking in several breaths before slowly getting to my shaky feet struggling to keep my jaw closed. It's some sort of giant cave with long graceful spikes sculpting upwards with vegetation hanging off of it's spikes. Towards the center of the encove is a large waterfall pouring down on the biggest dragon I have ever seen in my life.

A single eye is easily as tall as I am. It's has a feather like crown with the edges tinted blue as a opposed to the rest of it's bright white body. It's terrifying and yet..oddly...graceful. I grit my teeth stumbling forward for a moment trying to intake everything at once.

My long hair falls in front of my eyes and I can't bring up enough willpower to pull the black locks away from my pale face. Dragons jump upwards around the spikes taking air, hundreds, easily over a thousand.

They aren't aggressive. A few shoot me wary looks but other than that seem perfectly fine with me being here. Next to hundreds of dragons.

Thor, I am so going to die!

I turn my back and they'll slice me open then feed me to their young. I'm not afraid.

I'm terrified.

I rub my upper arm turning back towards the Razorwhip, the only thing here I know. Whatever it-her purpose was for bringing me to this...nest I'm not sure. Didn't want kill me herself? No, that's not very dragon-like. But…

I shift my gaze from the Razorwhip watching the dragons glide happily around me several younger hatchlings jumping by my feet. Do I know dragons at all? This doesn't seem like the heartless, brainless beasts everyone insists they are. Wasn't I trying to defend the Razorwhip?

I don't know!

I have no idea what to do, what to say, how to act. I'm completely and utterly frozen. Shock maybe. I don't understand! The Razorwhip, seeming to sense my conflicted feelings moves forward slowly, approaching me like a skittish bird.

That's what I am.

A bird.

I never stay in once place for long.

The dragon slowly rests her silver hard metallic feeling scales against my arm and I flinch before turning to meet her green eyes. A reflection of mine, identical. She offers a soothing growl pressing against my elbow reassuringly. I tense, she's bound to rip out her teeth and chomp off my arm soon.

But she doesn't.

Maybe...maybe...dragon's aren't what we think they are. I turn towards her and rest my hand on her forehead, the cold metal scales meet my fingertips and a rush of energy races through me, something within my chest clicking. I didn't know it was missing until I felt it. A small breath of choked air slips through my lips and I turn to look back at the dragon.

She gives a slow blink of her eyes.

Instead of the monster I have been watching for several hours I see...myself.

I gently pull my hand away from the dragon staring at her for a moment with wide eyes. She gives a small dip of her head before moving forward, quietly suggesting I come with her. My feet feel rooted to place but I manage to drag them forward a few steps after the dragon.

She leads me forward towards a small overhang looking down at the giant dragon. The beast lifts it's head looking at us for a moment his gaze seeming to rip through me, shattering any metal walls I'd built up, boring through my soul.

Windshear, dips her head in greeting to the alpha and I stare at it for a moment before I offer a clumsy dip of my head. If he's some sort of royalty, I would rather not have to deal with him eating me. His gaze lingers on me for a moment more before he lets out a slow breath of air, the puff of ice tingling my skin.

The slick water freezes as soon as it touches me and a long breath of amazement escapes my pursed lips. "Whoa," I manage to breath shaking the ice from my hair and running my fingers through the tangled locks. The large dragon stares me in the eye for another moment then gives a small dip of his head.

He's...bowing...to me?

I'm nothing special, nothing important, just a mess-up, a disaster with legs and occasional grace. Yet he's bowing to me.

A sudden blade to my neck makes me freeze my back going rigid with shock a rush of panic slicing through my veins, a hand snaps over my mouth ice rushing through my blood as a voice hisses, "You are not welcome here."

000o000

(Dagur POV)

Hiccup jerks forward his eyes ripping open, I whip my gaze over towards him staring at it hopefully. Tip, the healer, watches him with careful eyes her long white hair sticking out weaved with beads and a few blades. Last person who gave it a tug walked away with more pain than she did.

Hiccup blinks several times his expression, dead as ever his demeanour tense. I move forward slowly and his gaze turns towards me, "Brother?" I ask in the most patient tone I can muster in the pressure.

If we hang around here for any longer, him, me and his precious dragon will be good as dead.

"I-I…" he stutters his gaze wild.

Can see?

What is it!

A sudden pounding on the door makes us both jump, "OPEN UP!" Ryker roars. Oh Thor. This is it. Tip's sword shoves against my back and she grabs Hiccup's arm pulling him to his feet.

"Go." She commands.

I stare at her dully my mouth gaping like a fish.

"MADAM!"

"Go!"

"But-" I start to protest.

"I will be fine, chief. Go!" Tip roars shoving me and Hiccup towards the back door, she grabs a satchel stuffed with supplies into Hiccup's arms before moving towards the door.

My nerves jump and I grab my sword from off of a small desk before grabbing my little brother's shoulder and dragging him. Whether he's blind or seeing I can't tell, the knowledge of that will have to wait, us getting out of here can't.

We can't use a boat.

We're going to have to take his dragon.

My stomach sinks slightly and I shove open the back door throwing Hiccup out before myself and swing the wood closed behind me, Hiccup turns his head his eyes wild and frantic. "Call for your dragon." I hiss.

"What?" Hiccup asks looking at me still blinking several times without really seeing anything.

"We're taking your dragon out of here." I growl through clenched teeth. If we have to just him. Hiccup is getting out of here whether he wants to or not. Hiccup turns his head up and I follow his gaze my breath catching in my throat as I spot the black dragon on the roof he leaps down next to us as I hear the dragon hunters and Berserker's break into Tip's hut.

"Go!" I hiss and shove Hiccup towards the Night Fury. Hiccup grabs my wrist with surprising accuracy and tugs me towards the dragon with him. He swings a leg over his dragon's back and shoves his feet into place before as one the dragon and rider turn their heads towards me.

Hiccup holds out his hand.

He could've taken off.

And he's taking me with him.

I betrayed him, kidnapped him, nearly murdered him and his dragon and he-Wood smashing to bits draws me from my thoughts and I jerk my head around as Ryker and a handful of other men burst into the small grassy hill.

No time.

I grab Hiccup's arm and he tugs me on behind him giving half a light smirk, "Hang on." he commands. The dragon hunters start to run forward and I tense my hand reaching for the sword strapped at my waist before Toothless leaps into the air.

A strangled scream leaves my lips and I wrap my arms around Hiccup's shoulders tightly looking down at the ground rapidly disappearing behind us. I wasn't aware I'm afraid of heights. A few arrows dive past us and Hiccup slams his foot down on the petal the dragon taking a deep barrel roll before snapping his wings open letting the air pull him upwards.

Berserk quickly becomes a dot at the rapid pace of Toothless's speed and I let out a few more yelps taking in steady breaths. "You...can..let...me..go." Hiccup wheezes. I loosen my grip and let out an awkward chuckle.

"Sorry." I say. He groans slightly rubbing his chest.

"It's fine." He mumbles.

An awkward tense silence settles between us the only sound being the soft click of the foot petals of the saddle. After more than an hour of empty ocean, Hiccup looks back at me, "Where are we going?" He asks after a hesitation.

I purse my lips, Berserk and Berk are out of the question, Outcast Island would probably get us both killed on the spot, Tijina will probably welcome us for a few days but we have to get back to Berk somehow. I...don't know. I always have a backup plan, something to fall against when everything falls apart. I have...nothing.

"Nowhere currently." I say after a long pause. Hiccup lets out a breath before turning to rub Toothless's head. The trust between the two is amazing. Hiccup and this dragon are one in the air.

Fog settles across the landscape as we pass by another empty island, small moving figures catch my attention but I don't give it second thought. It's been roughly six hours since our escape. Wherever the dragon's taking us has to be close.

"How's your sight?" I ask breaking the silence between us.

Hiccup's shoulders drop.

"Nothing." He says through gritted teeth, "My eyes are still dead. But Toothless's…" he trails off and it takes me a moment to connect the trail off to his actual statement.

"You're seeing through the dragon's eyes!"

Hiccup looks back, a calm crooked grin on his face, "Yes."

My eyes widen several sizes. This is amazing! Yet peculiar. "Wait. You're seeing from the dragon's eyes? How is that-" I start to argue and question when a sharp yelled order cuts me off: "FIRE!"

Hiccup's shoulders immediately tense and I look around us through the fog trying to spot the source of the cry as Toothless gives a roar of pain. Hiccup and I whip our heads towards the dragon and I turn looking back at his tail spotting a arrow sticking upwards.

I clench my jaw and Hiccup turns his head forward eyes narrowed, "Hang on bud! We can make that island."

What island!?

There's just fog, more fog and a few shapes hanging around. There isn't an island.

Hiccup lets out a yell as we start to crash and I echo him my eyes wide with terror before Toothless hits the ground and I'm thrown forward several feet rolling.

I let out a soft groan my vision fuzzy and I look up through the cloud cover for a moment staring at the blurry shapes of Hiccup and Toothless before the world goes dark.

A/N: I will try to update sooner than another month. :)

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