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CHAPTER THREE – Dragon training

"Drayko...Dray? Wake up!" He was roughly shaken awake by a blond-red haired boy. "Augh, I'm awake I'm-" he had a minor panic attack as he realised that he wasn't home. He sighed as the memories from yesterday filled in the blanks. "What?" he glared at his brother.

"Fine, don't be grateful that I'm saying bye."

"Where are you going?" Drayko asked.

"Dragon training."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he jumped off of the couch he slept on and ran to Leif's room where he kept all his clothes. He could hear his brother laughing behind him. He quickly changed and ran back toward the entrance to the big one-floored house. His brother and friend had already left. He cursed them as he bolted out the door to catch up with them.

He loved the sensation of running, going anywhere fast really. The feel of wind rushing passed him was the best experience to have, in Drayko's eyes at least. He smiled widely, gaining speed. He ran toward a large hill that had a smallish cliff on the other side. As he jumped off he raised his arms, as if he could fly, and glided through the air with a colossal feeling of happiness. As he landed he heard clapping on his right side.

"Very graceful, very graceful." Drawled and sarcastic voice Drayko hated with every fibre of his being. He looked over to see a tall boy with messy black hair, he had more muscles than the white blond boy but the latter always won in a fight of physical means.

Drayko stood, glaring at the Viking. "What do you want Gareth?" he growled. The black haired boy snorted. "With you? Nothing, I'm going to dragon training."

Drayko's frown deepened. "Then go, before something happens that you wouldn't like." He hissed.

"Are you threatening me?" Gareth laughed. "You wouldn't hurt me; you're too soft for violence."

A growl trickled out of Drayko's mouth. "Try me."

"I'd like to see you try it, freak." Gareth retorted.

Drayko was about to launch himself at the ignorant boy when Tofa came running down the road. "Drayko," she called, "Leif asked me to look for you, he thought you might still be-" as she looked at both boys, her sentence trailed away into silence. She walked over to Drayko, keeping her eyes on the black haired boy. "Come on," she grabbed her friends arm and tried to turn him around. He gave Gareth one last dirty look before turning around to head to class.

"You aren't always going to have a girl to protect you Snake-skin!" he yelled as they disappeared.

"You can't let guys like him get under your skin Dray; it'll drive you mad if you do. And if he does manage to make you attack him, he, nor the village, will ever let you live it down!" Tofa warned.

Drayko felt another growl escape his lips. "You said attack, that I would attack him." he hissed. She flinched at the harshness of his words. "I mean, you would destroy him in a fight. You have to admit you're pretty strong, for someone your size."

"You're smaller than I am."

"But I'm not a boy." She explained further. "And I'd wager I'd do pretty well in a fight against any boy in this village thank you very much." At her cocky-happy personality he found himself unable to stay mad, however her use of that word made him uneasy.

Class wasn't too bad, except that Gareth was there.

"Hi, Fishnut. You're not usually early for class." Tofa said as the two joined the group of young Vikings. "And you two don't usually walk to school together." Leif mumbled knowingly with a smug smirk placed upon his features. Drayko glared at his brother, but he kind of liked the idea of walking to training everyday with Tofa. He smiled in spite of himself.

The group of Viking teens quickly became quiet as Gobber and Fishlegs came into view. "Today, you finally get to ride a dragon." Gobber announced. Fishnut snorted. "We ride a dragon almost every week." He explained sarcastically. Fishlegs gave his son a look of irritation.

"Today is different," Gobber explained, "today we ride off island." There was exited chattering to follow his words.

Leif elbowed his brother. "This is going to be loads of fun, eh Drayko?" Drayko smiled nervously. He didn't like riding on a dragon. It just felt wrong.

The young Vikings walked up to the holding cells and either picked out their Dragon or a training dragon. Eventually Drayko was left with a Nightmare. It purred and nuzzled his side. Her name was Ember, and she was one of the many who had taken the strange liking to him when he had arrived seventeen years ago.

He jumped onto her back, the feeling of having to be on something to fly set in as usual. He groaned his displeasure before Gobber gave the last instructions before we took off after Fishlegs on his Gronckle, named Horrorcow.

"Don't get separated, and make sure your safely strapped in. Don't want to lose one of yeh." He chuckled softly, "it wouldn't be good for me to have to explain to the parents why you aren't comin' home, Have fun!" he added with an edge of sarcasm as we took off.

Although the need to be on a dragon was uncomfortable, Drayko still felt an unreal wave of happiness when flying above the ground. He looked down on the village of Berk, waving at the dot-sized people he knew. He saw his father and Toothless waving at him from their house. Leif, who flew to one side of Drayko, waved down at them as well.

As they left the land Drayko was finally able to relax. He closed his eyes and smiled at the golden light that shone through his eyelids.

"Hey Dray!" yelled a voice on his left side. He opened his eyes and glanced at Tofa, who was holding onto her dragon with only her legs, her hands stretched into the air. "Look, no hands!" she hollered at him. "That's nothing, I can go upside down!" Fishnut yelled from beside her. He did a roll in the air and nearly fell off his training Nadder. The other Vikings laughed at him as he attempted pathetically to get back on.

Drayko lifted his arms nervously, almost losing balance once or twice. He smiled, breathing heavy. He hollered in his happiness when he was as stretched as he could be.

The following events happened so quickly that Drayko didn't have time to react; Gareth and his Nightmare flew closer, his Nightmare hissed at Drayko and snapped at him, Ember hissed back, lighting herself on fire- which made Drayko fly off of her, trying to avoid the flames.

"whoops." Sighed Gareth as Drayko plummeted.

"Drayko!" yelled Leif and Tofa simultaneously.

Drayko spun around in helpless circles, trying to right himself to see what direction he was going. Images flew passed his eyes so fast they started to meld together. The green of the island of Berk so many miles away, the Ocean- which was coming closer at an uncomfortable speed, the teens on their dragons, the ocean again, the sky, the Island, the dragons, the sky, the Ocean, and Berk. The cycle repeated itself until Drayko was forced to close his eyes.

Fly.

The voice in the back of his head caused him to panic slightly.

I can't fly. He thought at the voice.

Fly, it repeated.

I can't fly. He repeated back at the stubborn voice.

Fly, stupid boy or we'll die.

As the voice spoke some, Drayko hoped it wasn't, organ squirmed underneath the skin on his back.

Fly. The voice demanded again, and again the thing in his back lurched, only this time a wave of pain followed the movement. Drayko squeezed his eyes shut tight as the pain made him almost throw up.

FLY! As the voice screamed it turned into an inhuman screech, Drayko quickly joined the screaming as the skin of his back ripped open, letting whatever had been squirming inside him out into the light of day.

He felt himself lurch in mid-air. He forced his eyes open to look down at the ocean, he was stabilized. He felt wind hitting something on his body that felt like his arms, but...wasn't. He looked behind him to see a huge white pair of wings. The shock that passed through his mind over took the pain. He made a sound that resembled a strangled whimper before attempting to move his new limbs.

To his surprise, they moved with his slightest whim. He flapped them in an effort to copy the dragon's he saw every day. Soon enough he was gaining in height. He joined the paralyzed group of people, who stared at him like he'd just grown another head, which wasn't far away to what had happened.

He clumsily landed on Ember, who looked at him as if he was an idiot for falling that far, when clearly he should have just flown back up easily.

The group flew back the Berk without another word. Most of the group had their eyes on Drayko.

Gareth of all the people had the most shocked expression. He stared at Drayko with such surprise you'd think he was a child that had just gotten his birthday presents yanked away from him.

"Head to the training arena," Fishlegs announced when they got close enough to the village, "except you Drayko, you follow me." Drayko bit his lip and watched the other Viking's fly toward the arena, envying them, as he followed Fishlegs to his house, where Astrid quickly called to Hiccup as she saw them approaching.

As they landed Astrid wrapped her arms around Drayko. "You're covered in blood what ha-" she looked at the red stained wings protruding her son's back, "-ppened..." she trained off as Hiccup came running. Drayko hid his face behind his hair.

"Oh dear gods what's happened to Drayko..." his sentence trailed off as he came close enough to see Drayko's wings. "I think we better talk inside." He said to Fishlegs.