Again, apologies about late updates. I have this science fair project thing for school that's gonna last 'till February. But, this story will probably be done by then, so in the meantime, please bear with me. This is sort of a filler chapter. DON'T HATE ME!

Chapter Six

I Don't Know What To Name This Chapter

I wearily open one eye. My body is sore and my muscles feel taut. Something warm is curled around me, preventing me from moving.

Lifting my head, I see light shining into my cave. How long did I sleep?

Turning, I see Skurge snoring slightly. Slowly, I slither out of his grasp and stretch my sore limbs. The scent of blood is faint, but I can see it caked on my injuries. Caused by Skurge.

I purr and walk outside. It's almost mid-day, and I look down from the Leader's Ledge to see Whiplash and Crag yapping orders. Cocking my head, I call out, "What do you think you're doing?"

They both whirl around, surprised. The two glance at each other, and then Whiplash replies, "It seemed like you and Skurge were tired, so, since we're the highest Fangs and Claws in the ranking, we figured we could organize the patrols. Most of us were hungry, so…."

I nod, and say, "Alright. Thank you."

Looking relieved, they dip their heads and walk away. Just then, a hunting party appears at the top of the cove and makes their way down. The scent of prey fills my nose and my mouth waters. As soon as they drop their prey in a pile, I leap from my rock and land in front of it.

Sniffing around, I scoop up a pike and a heron, and then take them near the Healer's Den. Settling down, I start gnawing on the water bird while the rest of the clan takes their pick.

I notice that Fireflight picks a swan, but instead of eating it, he delicately plucks off the feathers, and then takes them to the Caretakers' Den. There's a purr of delight, and I see a flash of Misty's tail. I purr, "Aww."

"Aww, what?" I hear Dracen's voice behind me and turn to see him lay down next to me with a muskrat. His nose twitches, and he looks at me, wide-eyed, "You are hurt!"

He jumps to his paws and disappears into his den. I sigh and continue eating. A few moments later, he lands beside me and starts chewing up herbs. "You should have said something yesterday," he says, the plants muffling his voice, "They could get infected."

I wince as he squeezes the juices onto my flank wounds. Then, the healer shoves something in front of my muzzle. "Eat this," he orders, "It'll soothe the pain."

I look down and see a bunch of flowers. Giving them a doubtful sniff, I quietly lap them up and shudder at the bitter taste.

"Gross." I spit, swiping my tongue over my lips.

Dracen shrugs and shakes his head, "They're not supposed to taste good."

Sighing, I lean on one flank and let the Changewing heal the other. As he does, I gaze around the camp. Everyone seems happy and healthy, if a bit sore from the fight.

I flick my ear dismissively. Whatever. Today we're resting.

Suddenly, Nightwhisper, who I noticed was watching me from the omega's den, gets up and walks over. I look towards him and he stops a few feet away from me.

"Yes?" I ask, flicking my tail. The Smothering Smokebreath shuffles his paws anxiously.

"Er- Frostbite," he stutters, "Since…. well, since Sparrow is back…and- er, well, I was just wondering if I could go back to my original position." He rushes at the end and then cowers as he waits for an answer.

I sigh, irritated. This pathetic disobedient coward doesn't deserve to be a Fang again. Hmm, maybe at the bottom of the Fang ranking. Or maybe even a Claw.

I exhale through my nose, hot steam billowing out. "Fine," I groan, "You're a Claw. The bottom of the ranks. You are only superior to Sparrow."

Nightwhisper doesn't look very content with my decision, but with my red gaze on him, simply bows and backs away.

Once he's out of earshot, Dracen asks, "He's a Claw?"

I shrug, "Eh, what else was I supposed to do with him?"

"I don't know," he replies, "but don't you think he'll scare away the prey, bouncing around like a Fang?"

I blink, and then let my nose drop to the ground, "Uhh, I hate when I have random stupid moments."

"Are they often?"

"… No. Maybe I'm just out of it today." I decide and then start gulping down my pike. Dracen sighs, and then settles down next to me and finally starts eating his muskrat.

I look up as a grey-green nose pokes out of the shadows of my den. Skurge slowly slithers out and yawns, showing off his mouthful of teeth. Then, he peers down from the Leader's Ledge and locks gazes with me. For a moment, his eyes light up, but then grow cold at something next to me.

I turn. Dracen notices Skurge's look and starts eating faster.

I shake my head, "Slow down. You'll get a stomach ache."

Skurge slithers down the rock face and makes his way towards us. Dracen reluctantly eats slower, but looks on edge. I cock my head in confusion.

"Good morning, Frostbite." Skurge's soft growl reaches my ears and I see him standing in front of me. "Dracen." He adds with an odd tone in his voice, dipping his head to the healer.

Dracen nods and continues eating in silence. I look at Skurge, "Go get something to eat and join us."

He jerks his head and slides towards the prey pile. The Whispering Death snatches a fox from it and then slithers back towards us. He takes a seat on my other side and starts eating. Meanwhile, Dracen is looking extremely uncomfortable.

Silence.

I glance from Skurge to Dracen, bemused by the awkward muteness. "Er…" I try to spark conversation, "So…Dracen, were there a lot of injuries last night?"

Dracen looks up for a moment and then shrugs, "Not too many. There were a few more serious ones…but nonetheless, the clan fought and defended themselves well. I didn't have to use many herbs."

There's a pause where the only sounds are the birds and other dragons. Skurge's voice rumbles, "Did you doubt that they would?"

I turn and blink at him. Beside me, Dracen shuffles his paws, "Er…no, not at all. Why, did you think I would?"

"Well, since you stay at camp all day, you probably don't know a thing about how the Fangs fight."

Whoa, what is going on here?

Dracen stiffens and lifts his chin, "I know exactly how they fight, due to how many injuries they get and how bad they are."

Skurge just shrugs, "If you say so."

There're a few moments of silence, and then Dracen stands up, "Speaking of injuries, I should check them."

"Wait, you didn't finish your muskrat." I protest, but he's already walking away. Skurge relaxes and curls his tail around me so it lies where Dracen was. "He's probably not hungry. Besides, a true clan member puts their clanmates before them."

I sigh and finish up my prey. As I do, I see the Changewing shoot a glare at Skurge in the corner of my eye.

The Whispering Death lets out a small, almost inaudible growl, and then starts chewing on his fox.

….

What was that about?

Raven's POV

Groaning, I open my eyes. Bright sunlight blinds me and I squint until I get used to it.

Why am I so sore and tired?

Where is everybody?

Wearily, I stand up and look around. Hiccup's room is empty. I glance up at the window and see that the sun is high in the sky. Reluctantly, I trudge down the stairs and out of the house.

Looking around with tired eyes, I see a group of dragons near the forest. Sighing, I make my way towards them. As I get closer, I realize that they're all Terrible Terrors. Kindle's family.

They turn around as I approach, all but Ambra. I pass by them, ignoring the looks they give me, and bend my head and touch the earth on top of Kindle's body with my nose. "I'm so sorry." I whisper, barely audible, "I'm so, so sorry. This was my fight, not yours. Not anybody's, but me, Nate, and Irria's."

I blink, and then raise my head. "No," I murmur a bit louder, "This is my fight."

Sighing, I turn around and walk down to the docks.

Nate's POV

"I still can't believe…" Irria pads besides me, eyes on the ground, "I mean, what happened to her? Was what we did really that bad?"

I shrug, but I have to admit, I'm kind of worried. "I don't know. I guess…. maybe sometimes we went a little overboard…."

Irria shudders, "We were so wrong about her. She's so…powerful now, and big- bigger than dad! And her claws… and her wings are torn. She's probably been in more fights than all the dragons on Berk put together!"

My heart aches and I groan, "I've never regretted something so much. She's going to hurt everyone, you heard what she said, and she's not afraid to kill at all. She…enjoys it…"

Irria glances at me worriedly, "You don't think she'd kill us…do you?"

I shake my head, "I don't know. But she's definitely going to hurt us…and others."

We continue walking towards the docks in silence. Then, Irria stomps her foot hard on the ground, "It's not fair! This is our fight, not theirs! And it's not even dad's either. Or mom's. We did the teasing, not them! They shouldn't pay the price, we should! This is our fight!" she repeats, louder this time.

I sigh and continue walking, "I know… but honestly the only thing we can do now is get ready for another invasion. Phoenix said she was going to drive us out, so we better be ready to defend Berk."

Somewhere in space…

The moon was slowly shifting.

They were almost aligned.

The sun, the moon, and the earth.

It was almost time. Tomorrow, it would occur. It was rare, events like this. It didn't happen often, but when it did, all the animals on earth screamed in horror. The moon, their only source of light in the night, would be obscured by something they all fear. Well, most of them.

Very few, specific creatures, would glorify in this event. For tomorrow, would be the night.

The night of the Bloody Moon

Yeah, weird ending, I know. But it'll make sense in the next chapter. Can anybody guess what the night of the Bloody Moon is?