Chapter 6
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Katro's POV
Due to my size, I wasn't forgotten often. But in this case it was to my advantage. I had slipped away to try and find a way to rescue my boulder class without the distraction from weird humans and weirder dragons. Unfortunately, I had to be subtle about it. No ginormous blasts of dragon fire. Instead a little bit of the magma I could expel from my mouth would do the trick. I knew who I wanted to rescue first, Grincher.
I found him exactly where I had left him, but this wasn't that surprising considering he couldn't exactly get up and walk away while he was frozen. Grincher looked rather sickly, and honestly exhausted. Poor Grincher. He looked even more miserable than one would be expected to after such a long time as an ice cube
A triumphant roar from that diabolical Drago human made my blood curdle and drew my attention. I turned my head just in time to see Toothless and his human be encased in a giant spike of ice.
This was frustrating. I had just managed to free Grincher and another dragon had already replaced him as an ice cube. Oh yeah, and as a bonus the human was trapped too. Speaking of my finally freed friend, I turned to look at him.
Now this is hard to explain. Dragon speech is very different than any human language. Some things just don't translate, and some things don't have equivalents. We also don't exactly use words. But I shall try the best to convey the meaning of this conversation.
When I took a closer look at my friend, I was horrified by what I saw. He was even more weak than I had first noticed. He was trying to crawl his way out of the remnants of the icy prison. His skin looked like it was a hundred years overdue for shedding. He looked bloated and his eyes were a sickly yellow and with red seeping in around the edges.
I moved to lend my body, offering something to lean against and help him stand up. He gratefully accepted my offer. I was careful not to accidentally spike him, though it was difficult considering just how many spikes covered my skin. I was successful in the end and managed to help him out of the ice.
Grincher gave out a roar that meant something like a combination of. "Oww", "Help me.", and "I'm pathetic."
I gritted my teeth in anger. I would get that rotten scumball of a dragon for doing this to my best friend.
I reassured him with a different roar, both proud and sympathetic, in return. This rour and the subtle body language involving a jerk of my head and a light flapping of my wings conveyed that I was there for him, and that I would help him. That I would help fly him out of here. I hoped he got the meaning because without the rour it could have been mistaken for "I can't fly."
Grincher looked up at me, and gave his own reassuring rour. He was all for my idea. I scooped Grincher up in my claws, treating him as if he was made of thin glass. I took to the sky, hoping to remain unnoticed. I felt bad for leaving the rest of my friends here, but Grincher really wasn't doing well. He needed help and fast.
It seemed that I wasn't the only one fleeing. The dragon riders had turned tail and fled, leaving their friend behind. The horrible man stood by the ice block. He was gloating, it seemed that he was planning something that couldn't be good.
Try to save the Night Fury, or get my ill friend to safety? In the end, even though Toothless was the king of all dragons, Grincher was my best friend. I felt bad, but the Night Fury would have to take care of himself. It wasn't like he had called out to me for help, and he was king for a reason, he had to have some tricks up his figurative sleeves.
No, I had to focus on Grincher. I would get the others out later. I followed the dragon riders out of the hole on the top. I was met by a starry night sky. It was beautiful but I honestly couldn't really enjoy it right now. I imagined it was wonderful for my gronkle friend, seeing the sky again after being trapped.
The dragons and the riders were flying towards the island, where the bewilderbeast had dropped me before. When I finally caught up to them I was furious. They just forgot about me, and left me there? I was tired of being forgotten. I caught up to them as I landed on the island.
I gently laid Grincher down and he let out a low grumble. They heard the grumble and I knew the moment i saw their surprised expressions that they had indeed forgotten about me. Then they noticed the Gronckle.
"By Odin's beard, we need to put a bell on that thing." Snotlout exclaimed. The female viking who rode the Deadly Nadder replied. "It is amazing how a creature so large managed to get right by us unnoticed. That shouldn't be able to happen, we need to sharpen our awareness skills."
She looked as though she was about to start barking out orders when all of the sudden Fishlegs gave a whimper of worry as he noticed how unwell my friend looked. I had to fight the urge to bite Fishlegs' head off as he approached my friend, but I let him come fairly close with the strange tools he pulled out of his tunic before letting out a warning growl, stretching a wing to partially shield my fellow dragon, and get my message across. I knew he was supposed to be a friend of Dragons, but one wrong move, and he was toast. The human ceased his approach, nodding as he seemed to understand.
"It's ok, I'm trying to help him." Fishlegs said, his voice a pitch higher than usual, digging in his tunic. He pulled out a bottle filled with some sort of liquid. The sickly green liquid swirled around due to the motion as he held it out for me to inspect. "It's perfectly safe. It's a combination of sheep mucus, fresh picked herbs from Buffalord Island, and a small scoop of yak dung. It's an old viking remedy.
I didn't exactly trust viking medicine, but I had gone so far seeking this individual and now he was here and offering to help my friend. There was no turning back now. I had trusted him before so I'd have to trust him now.
I stepped aside and allowed him to feed Grincher the potion. I felt better when Grincher started sucking at the mixture with a strange desperation in his eyes as if his hunger knew no limits. Then again he had been trapped in ice for a few days, it probably felt good to have anything in his stomach, even that horrible green stuff.
The Gronkle looked up at me, his pathetic yellow eyes seemed to burrow into my soul. He looked tired. No correction, exhausted. But then I was startled by what happened next.
