Stoick sat calmly against Skullcrusher, the large dragon cooing softly every time his sensitive nose picked up a new smell. Stoick patted his dragon softly. "It's alright Skullcrusher." He said calmly. "I'm sure they're fine."
The dragon let out a soft roar, lying its head down into the snow. Skullcrusher sensed a tension, a presence that wasn't right. Stormfly felt it too, there hung a strange scent in the air, and both the trackers knew it. It was faint, very faint, and it smelled cold, like the sea, cold and salty, with a soft musk masking it, changing it from the average sea air.
Bolt was focussed on other things, the Skrill had turned the side of its head towards the docked armada, listening carefully for anything out of the ordinary. Its sense of smell wasn't as refined as that of the two tracker class dragons, so he'd have to do with listening carefully. So far he hadn't heard anything special.
This went the same for Toothless, the Night Fury lay flat on the ground, making sure it didn't peak over the edge, since its black skin could easily give them away against the white snow. Its ears were peaked up, turned towards the armada to make sure he heard everything he could.
Astrid was softly sharpening her axe. She didn't want to make too much noise, but she wanted to be prepared for anything. She watched Toothless carefully, seeing how his ears softly twitched, turning slightly to listen closely to specific sounds.
She sighed softly, she hated waiting. The calm before the storm, the silence that would hang in the air before all hell broke loose. She despised it. She moved the whetstone calmly across the edge of the axe head, it would have to be sharp. But if it was too thin it could shatter. Luckily she knew the secret of making axes, Gobber and Hiccup weren't prone to keeping their craftsmanship a secret. At least not for such simple things.
The stone stopped as Toothless' eyes shot open, alerting Astrid. She placed it in her pouch and crawled towards the dragon, making sure she didn't peek above the snowy top of the bank that shielded them from the armada.
"What is it?" Astrid asked as he placed a hand on Toothless' head, the dragon lifting its head as it quickly stood up. "What is it Toothless?" She asked again, trying to get the attention of the dragon. The Night Fury looked at her for a second, before walking to the bank of snow that concealed them. Astrid quickly crawled after the large dragon, trying to get it back.
"Toothless!" She hissed. "Get back before they see you." She crawled over the top, following the dragon's gaze towards the centre of the cluster of ships and floating fortresses. Her jaw dropped open when she saw the large dark dragon in the centre of the masses of ships, displacing so much water that all the masts in the whole cluster swayed gently.
"What is it Astrid?" Stoick asked as he walked over towards them, his eyes widening as he saw the monstrous creature. He slowly exhaled, his mind racing. He stepped back and walked towards Skullcrusher. "Come on Astrid." He said as he climbed onto the saddle. "I bet they could use some help."
Astrid was quick to run to Stormfly, swinging onto the saddle and motioning the dragon to take off. They flew into the large cave, heading straight towards the central ship where the large dragon was now standing in front of. Toothless was flying with them, as was Bolt. They didn't like the idea of their riders having to fight that dragon on their own.
A roar from their left alerted them of more dragon riders, as Heather and Valka closed in on them. Cloudjumper quickly caught up with them, using it's four wings to quickly close the gap between them.
"Stop!" Valka yelled, earning a surprised look from Stoick. "We can't take the dragons!"
"Why not?" Stoick asked as he looked at her confused. "It looks like they could use the firepower."
"The alpha will take control." Valka explained. "The same thing happened at the sanctuary, they can't help it." She said. "It'll turn them against us."
Stoick cursed softly. "Alright, we'll take them down there." He said as he pointed at an empty piece of dock. They veered of their course, sending the dragons into a shallow dive to prepare to land and quickly dismount. The floating docks heaved under the weight of the dragons landing on them, and their riders quickly dismounted. Stoick grabbed his sword as Astrid grabbed her axe from her saddle.
"We'll fight our way towards the middle ship." He said as he found his balance on the always moving dock, the waves that were created by the Bewilderbeast moving it gently around. "Is everyone here?"
Astrid looked around, she could see Stoick, Heather and Valka, along with everyone's dragons. Skullcrusher, Shimmer, Cloudjumper, Stormfly. Even Bolt was there.
"Wait!" Valka said as she looked at the group. "Where is Toothless?"
The assassins looked at each other, unsure of what to do. The large Bewilderbeast stood tall behind Drago, who was still swinging the bull hook wildly above his head, yelling loudly. It wouldn't be so special if there wasn't an enormous dragon behind him.
The Bewilderbeast looked at the small humans in front of him. Switching his gaze from the surprised assassins to Drago, waiting for his commands to follow. Drago slowly stopped swinging the bull hook, keeping it to his side.
"So, assassins!" He yelled proudly. "What is your plan now?"
Ragnar looked at Hiccup. "What is our plan?" He asked as he stood ready, flexing his fingers to keep them warm and loose in the cold air.
"We take down the dragon and kill Drago." Hiccup said as he looked at the large dragon behind their enemy. "How we do it is an entirely different question." He added as he looked back at his partner.
They slowly walked towards Drago, step for step, moving towards the bow to the ship. They each took a side, one of them walking on the port side of the ship whilst the other walked on the starboard side.
They slowly passed the first mast, Drago switching his gaze between the two assassins with a grin on his face. "You still try?" He asked with a soft laugh. "Pathetic!" He added as he swung the bull hook over his head again, yelling to get the attention of the Bewilderbeast. The ship moved as the Bewilderbeast looked down, sending waves around the base. Drago slowed down again, aiming the point of his bull hook at the assassins.
Ragnar and Hiccup looked at each other, before feeling the boat shake as the Bewilderbeast took a new position. One paw rested on the deck, pushing the bow down, almost causing it to touch the water. Drago still held on tightly, the assassins did too, having learned from their previous mistake.
They felt a cold wind flowing past them as Drago's Bewilderbeast opened its mouth, taking in a deep breath, preparing to fire. They looked at each other with a small feeling of panic, a blast from such a creature would certainly be problematic. But the sound of gushing air is overshadowed by a whistle, one that grew louder with the second.
The Bewilderbeast leaned forward, but before it could shoot a blast of icy death towards our heroes an explosion knocked him off aim. The icy blast missed the ship, destroying docks and other constructions that stood beside it. Leaving a large trail of sharp ice spikes in its path.
Drago looked up, seeing a black blur flying past them before it turned around to land on the deck of the ship. Toothless had its back high, his claws sunk into the wood of the deck, ready for a fight. The dragon roared loudly at Drago, threatening him to stop whatever the strange man was doing.
Drago was surprised by the sudden entrance of the Dragon, and quite surprised that it could deliver such an amount of destruction form such a small body. He'd seen the actions of a Night Fury, but never the dragon itself. The creature was way smaller then he had expected, but it was as fierce as he had expected.
A grin creeped up on his face, the Night Fury would be a prime example. He swung the bull hook over his head again. The Bewilderbeast focussed again, looking at the small dragon in front of him with anger, the beast had dared to fire at him. But the Bewilderbeast understood Drago's intentions when he pointed the bull hook at the Night Fury.
Hiccup watched with fear as he saw Drago point at Toothless, the dragon was very agile, but he wasn't sure if his dragon could evade a blast from the Bewilderbeast. To his surprise the large alpha didn't fire, he just stared at his dragon with its blue eyes, an intense and intimidating stare.
He could see how Toothless' eyes peaked up, and the fins along his body started to vibrate softly, resonating with some unseen force. Toothless snapped his head away, trying to avoid looking at the large dragon in front of him, but it was to no avail.
His head dropped to the ground when he lifted his front paws to scratch at his head. Hiccup watched in horror, not understanding what was happening with Toothless. It reminded him slightly of the Red Death and the way it had taken some sort of control of him while they flew. But this was different, Toothless was resisting the call, or at least trying to.
He breathed a sigh of relieve when the paws dropped from his head, pushing himself from the ground again. Had he been successful? Hiccup looked at Drago, an evil smile on his face, he moved the bull hook towards him, the Bewilderbeast following his gaze, spotting the young assassin.
Toothless' head slowly turned, and Hiccup was shocked to be greeted with narrow slits of eyes instead of the large and peaceful pupils he had grown to love. The Night Fury looked untamed, wild, his dragon looked like a savage. Ears folded back, stalking towards him in a low position, reminding him of the first day he brought a fish for him. But this time he wasn't curious, but he did look hungry.
"Toothless?" Hiccup asked worried as he walked backwards, trying to communicate with his dragon. Toothless only response was to bare his teeth, something he never did towards Hiccup. "What is wrong bud?"
Drago laughed in the background as Hiccup walked further back. "He's not yours anymore." He said as he watched how the dragon successfully turned on his rider. "He belongs to the alpha now."
"Come one bud." Hiccup said as he walked further back, finding himself with his back against one of the ships masts. "Snap out of it." He said, Toothless slowly walking closer and closer.
Ragnar watched, unsure if he should go after Drago or stand ready to help Hiccup. He noticed how Toothless opened its jaw, a green gas forming in the back of it. He cursed softly, stalking towards his friend and his now possessed dragon.
"Calm down bud." Hiccup tried to say calmly, but a nervous version of the sentence left his mouth. He watched as his dragon stalked ever closer. He didn't extend his blades, there had to be a way to safe his friend without hurting him. But his faith in a peaceful solution grew smaller as he saw the jaw of the dragon open, the gas forming in the back.
He was paralyzed, pressed against the mast, and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't attack him, he just couldn't. Even if he'd only do it out of self-defence he swore that he wouldn't hurt Toothless, he had already done that before they met. He also couldn't run, he had seen Toothless chase chickens into a coop with small and precise blasts. Sure the chickens didn't lay eggs for a month, but it worked nonetheless. If he ran he'd only run the risk of spooking him, which couldn't possibly be helpful.
The jaw widened further, the gas building up more in the back, a soft light starting to form too. Without any further warning the gas ignited, forming the large and familiar plasma ball that Night Furies were so feared for. Hiccup felt a heavy weight in his side, Ragnar tackling him out of the way of the blast. He only felt him on top of him for a second, since they both were pushed further by the blast itself.
It struck the mast, causing large wooden splinters to fly around and leaving a large incinerated chunk of the mast missing. It creaked under its own weight, slowly leaning towards the side where the chunk was missing.
Drago looked at the cloud of smoke and smouldering wood, and at the heavily breathing Night Fury. He watched as the dragon shook its head, disappearing into the clouds, probably to finish the job. He laughed softly, thus ended the threat of the assassins. He looked at his Bewilderbeast. They'd have to rebuild, and he'd have to replace the dragons he'd lost that day. But his plans could still continue.
His thoughts were broken when he heard a snapping sound behind him, seeing the mast appear from the cloud of smoke, heading straight for them. He jumped of the edge of the ship, landing heavily on the docks. The mast landed on the Bewilderbeast, snapping in two against the hard skull of the dragon. Nothing could stop that monster.
He turned around, seeing how the rest of the Berkians were rushing to place the gangplank back on the ship, which was difficult since it was moving on the waves. He looked at them, seeing how Stoick looked back at him, his eyes a mixture of hate and worry. He turned around, wrapping his dragon skin cloak around him, and walked away.
They rushed up the gangway, quickly finding themselves engulfed in the large cloud of smoke. "Hiccup!" Stoick yelled as he searched, feeling a sinister familiarity. "Ragnar?" He asked into the smoke, hoping to get a response.
"Here." A soft and weak voice called back, causing the group to follow it further into the smoke. They found Ragnar pressed against the cabin, a few cuts on his face, and a few large splinters sticking from his arm.
"Ragnar." Stoick said as he kneeled in front of the young assassin, checking if he was alright. He looked very beat up, but Stoick knew how strong they were, and the young man was holding on well. Heather came quickly, immediately taking care of the wounds and starting to remove some of the smaller splinters.
"Do you know where Hiccup is?" Stoick asked as the rest joined them, surrounding the wounded assassin. Ragnar looked around, trying to find familiar points of the ship through the thick smoke. "There." He said as he pointed to a trailed of splinters, wincing as the splinters in his arm cut deeper in the muscle. "I think."
"Alright." Stoick said as he gently lowered the arm, letting it rest on his own lap. "Thanks." He looked at the area where Ragnar pointed and walked towards it.
"Hiccup!" He called again, hoping to get a response, but none came. It felt too familiar this, he didn't like any part of it. He walked further, seeing a shadow on the ground, softly coming through the fog. He could see that he still breathed, which was a relief. He heard heavy running from the fog, and watched as Toothless ran towards Hiccup.
The dragon was hysterical, he was wild. He walked around his rider, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow, and anger. No one hurt his rider, and no one came between them. He felt like he had betrayed him, like he had failed him. Last time this happened was with the Red Death, and that thing had paid the price beforehand. But this time the perpetrator was alive, and he didn't accept that.
Stoick looked at Toothless, not sure if he should near the two. It didn't seem like Toothless had any eye for anyone around him but Hiccup, so he decided to stay back a bit. He watched with wonder, noticing how Toothless slowly started to breathe heavier and quicker. A strange glow shone through the smoke, something that radiated from Toothless.
"Valka?" He asked worried, his wife running up to him, watching in awe as Toothless' skin started to glow a faint blue in some places. "What is happening?"
"He's charging." Valka said. "I think at least." She added. "I only heard stories of this, I've never seen it." She said as the blue colours in Toothless skin grew larger and brighter. "He's building up energy, but not using it directly." She explained. "It's supposed to make them stronger and more powerful." The Night Fury roared loudly, firing a large blast of plasma upwards into the sky, the shockwave of the explosion causing the smoke to dissipate.
The roar could he heard from miles away, so it wasn't surprising that Drago could also hear it. He looked back, wondering if the Berkians had managed to slay his new Night Fury. He hoped they didn't, the creatures were rare indeed. He saw a blue glow growing inside the smoke, raising his eyebrow in curiosity.
The explosion in the air was large, and he could also see how the smoke quickly scattered, finally showing the remnants of his destroyed flagship. Well, he'd have his men build a new one. He turned to his Bewilderbeast, who had been walking around with him, leaving a path of destruction in its wake. They headed towards the cages of the dragons, hoping to take the last few remaining with him.
There was a heavy ringing in his ears, there were other sounds as well, but they were muffled and soft. His whole body hurt, like he had fallen from the top of a tree and hat hit every branch, twig and forest creature along the way.
He rolled on his back, breathing heavily. What had happened? And why did it feel like was had just battle the Red Death again?
Right, Drago. Drago and his Bewilderbeast. And Toothless. Drago, his Bewilderbeast and Toothless. Those three had happened. A deadly combination. He heard soft thuds on the wooden deck, they could have been as loud as the singing in Valhalla but he heard it as muffled and soft, accompanied by a muffled roar. He felt a cool wind blowing over him, notifying him of a couple wounds he had, since he felt them sharply as the wind blew over them. But then he felt a cold wet nose into his side, accompanied by the warm breath and foal smell he was so used to.
"Toothless." He said softly with a smile on his lips, before remembering the past ordeal. He rolled away from the side where the dragon was. Quickly standing to his feet as he opened his eyes, but falling again thanks to the quick movement and his disorientation. The dragon looked startled, quickly walking towards the assassin.
Hiccup pushed himself back, until he found himself against the stairs that lead to the cabin of the ship. Toothless slowly walked towards him, he looked very strange, almost scary, there was a faint blue glow on the top of his head, and the fins along his back were a bright blue, almost like a Flightmare. He braced himself for the wrath of the dragon, but was instead greeted by the Night Fury gently placing its head onto his lap. An apologetic look in his eyes.
"Hey, bud." Hiccup said calmly, still a bit fearful. "Are you, are you yourself again?" He asked calmly, slowly moving his hand to place it on top of the dragon's head. The blue part felt warm, well, warmer, almost like the plasma from his blasts was now flowming through his veins Toothless looked at him with large and wide eyes, licking his nose with his tongue.
"Good." Hiccup whispered softly, seeing his father walk over towards him.
"Hey son." He said as he carefully looked at Hiccup. Noticing significantly fewer bruises and injuries then Ragnar. Hiccup slowly got up, Toothless supporting him. Hiccup looked in awe at Toothless' glowing blue scales and fins, he'd have to really interest himself in his dragon with his mother, since he kept on learning new interesting details.
He stretched, feeling almost all his muscles disagree with his actions. He sighed, fixing some loose straps on his armour. He looked at Toothless the dragon showing him a calm, gummy smile. But he could see the anger still president in the dragon's eyes. "Let's finish this." He said calmly as he looked around, seeing Heather patching Ragnar up. He walked towards them.
"How's it going?" Hiccup asked, wincing when he saw Heather pulling out a large splinter, quickly bandaging it after she disinfected it.
"I'll live." Ragnar said calmly between winces. "According to Heather at least."
"Well, good thing I trust her judgement." Hiccup said, kneeling down next to his partner. "Do you mind if I finish this without you."
"Knock him dead." Ragnar said with a soft smile as he placed his hand on Hiccup's shoulder. Heather quickly placing it back on his lap. He grinned softly. "Literally."
"I will." He said as he stood up, turning around, heading towards the gangplank.
"Hiccup!" He heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned around, seeing Astrid standing behind him with her arms closed. He was prepared to defend his actions, but Astrid spoke before him. "Good luck." She said, giving him a quick kiss.
He relaxed for a second, she made him forget what had happened, and what was going to. But as soon as she broke away he was back in reality. "And be careful." She added.
"I will." He said, feeling like a sarcastic remark was out of the question there. He walked off the gangplank, looking at the path of destruction the Bewilderbeast had left. He wouldn't be difficult to follow. Toothless jumped down onto the docks, running ahead of Hiccup. Hiccup himself had a slow start with running, having to get accustomed to the stinging feeling in his legs, but the large swarm of dragons in the distance made him realise that he needed to hurry.
Drago looked at the swarm of dragons that circled his Bewilderbeast, he still had quite an army. Enough to scare a few villages into helping him. It would be slow but he'd easily be able to rebuild. He looked back at the ship, noticing that a black blur was flying his way again.
"The Night Fury survived." He spoke to himself, watching the black creature coming their way. "Good."
He looked at the Bewilderbeast, which was focussing on breaking traps and cages open. But was disturbed by another blast to his side, this one more powerful and painful then the last one. Drago turned around, noticing that the Night Fury was perched on the bow of a wrecked ship, a blue glow on some parts of its body. He raised an eyebrow, not understanding what was happening.
Toothless fired again, causing the Bewilderbeast to look at Drago, waiting for a command. Drago swung his bull hook, aiming at the Night Fury, hoping that the Bewilderbeast could take control of the weaker dragon again. But nothing happened.
The dragon fired again, hitting the Bewilderbeast for a third time. Drago heard a squawk, and looked up. A group of Nadders were leaving the formation, free of the control. He turned back to the Night Fury, noticing that Hiccup was sitting on the back of it. He didn't understand how he could resist the alpha.
Toothless roared loudly, looking at Hiccup a final time for permission. Hiccup nodded gently and Toothless turned back, barring his teeth at the large alpha, before firing a volley of plasma blasts at him.
Pieces of ivory splintered from the tusks, as well as one of the metal shackles, which came crashing down towards the docks. Drago jumped out of the way, the large shackle crashing through the docks behind him. He looked up, noticing that some of the dragons were flying away from the Bewilderbeast as it was trying to stop its head from being knocked around by the blasts. They flew towards the Night Fury and the assassin, either perching on some part of the destroyed fleet or hovering in the air above him.
"No!" He shouted, looking at his Bewilderbeast. "Fight back!" He yelled, swinging his bull hook above his head again. Toothless stopped firing, sparking hope inside of Drago, but then the Night Fury let out a deafening roar. The dragons that were perched behind him took to the sky, joining the already flying ones, and they all opened fire. Drago watched as the shocks of blast after blast knocked his Bewilderbeast back, scaring it. The large dragon panicked, not sure what to do. The sound of the blasts so close to his head were confusing him, and the amount definitely hurt him. It fired at the group of dragons which merely evaded the blast since it was sluggishly aimed.
The knees of the large beast started to tremble, and it searched shallower water. It clawed its way onto the shore, roaring loudly before collapsing. The flock of dragons rushed at the weakened beast, sealing its fate.
Drago looked helplessly, watching as his last card was destroyed, his last hope, his last chance to fulfil his plan. He would just have to create a new one.
He heard a heavy thump behind him, seeing the Night Fury land on the pier. His teeth extended, growling loudly. He slowly walked back from the dragon, the last thing he needed was for this dragon to take revenge and fire a blast at him.
Hiccup dismounted from Toothless, placing his hand on his nose, stopping the growling. His eyes widened, and the dragon looked at his rider with confusion. "I'll take him." Hiccup said as he looked at his dragon. "Watch my back."
Toothless visually calmed, and Drago was amazed. He had never managed to turn a vicious beast into a calm one. An oppressed and scared one, yes. But never calm. "How did you do that?" He asked as Hiccup approached him, grabbing his bull hook tightly to prepare for the fight.
"It happens naturally." Hiccup explained as he carefully looked at Drago's armour, noticing a lot of straps near his left shoulder, which he quickly covered with his cloak. They had to be important. "When you bond with one."
"Bond?" Drago asked. "Don't you mean bound?" He suggested with a chuckle, trying to hide his nerves.
"You saw how far that got you." Hiccup said as he approached, grabbing inferno and igniting the sword. They looked at the Bewilderbeast, which now laid lifelessly on the snowy beach on the far side of the caverns. "A shame to see another one die, really." He turned to Drago. "But sometimes death is the only remedy."
"You speak like you know the world." Drago said as he waited for Hiccup to charge. "But you haven't seen its true colours yet." He added. "The death, the destruction."
Hiccup charged, dodging a blow from Drago's bull hook, closing the gap. He jumped, rolling over the back of Drago, and using his sword to slice through the cloak and the strap underneath. Drago turned around quickly to attack Hiccup, but he was already out of reach.
"I've seen plenty of both." Hiccup said, watching how Drago adjusted the armour on his shoulder, which now hung loosely thanks to the cut straps. "Caused by men like you."
"Sometimes you need to destroy the world to start a new one." Drago said as he fiddled with his arm, before ripping of the prosthetic and throwing it to the side, it would only weigh him down now that it was loose. "Peace can be forced upon people."
Hiccup was surprised when Drago removed his prosthetic, but continued on. He charged again, easily evading the blow from Drago again. He engaged in a fight against him, blocking and parrying the heavy bull hook with inferno. Occasionally slicing or stabbing at Drago when he saw an opening.
Drago stepped back, disengaging for a moment. He breathed heavily. He hadn't needed to fight personally for a long time, and his skills had clearly diminished. "There's a difference between no war and peace." Hiccup said calmly, breathing fast because of the combat. "People are not made to live in captivity, as are dragons."
"You talk like they are the same." Drago said as he attacked, anger slowly taking control. This boy didn't know what he was talking about, he had seen the death, seen the destruction, and this boy hadn't. "Dragons are never the same as humans."
"Then why do you treat them the same?" Hiccup asked as he dodged the blow, swiping at the back of Drago. "You enslave everything that you come across."
Drago breathed really heavy, his clothes slowly starting to stain red with blood. Hiccup had also gotten a few cuts and bruises, but it wasn't clear to Drago which ones he had and which ones were caused by him.
"Dragons are peaceful?" Drago asked. "Did you see peace when your dragon turned on you?" He asked, hoping to make Hiccup slip up somewhere.
"I saw an evil." Hiccup said. "An evil that tried to corrupt him and take control." He added, charging at him again. "But it didn't succeed."
"It was the fate for this world to be mine!" Drago yelled, denying his imminent defeat. "It was its fate to be cast to my feet, to be controlled." He said. "It's in mankind's nature to be lead, and I am their leader."
Hiccup dropped his sword, extending his hidden blades, and Drago started to realise the end was nigh. "It can't end like this." He said. "It's not my fate to die." He added. "I'm will become immortal."
Hiccup charged, parrying the bull hook as he closed the gap, stabbing Drago in his side before rolling away. Drago dropped his weapon, grabbing his side to stop the blood, stumbling back until he hit a pole of the docks, sinking down to the ground against it. Hiccup walked up to him, kneeling beside him.
"What did you do?" Drago asked as he clutched the wound, wincing as some salt water sprayed up and covered it. "You doomed the world."
"Perhaps I tainted yours." Hiccup said. "But I saved it for all others."
"No." Drago said weakly, his breathing becoming rigid. "You can't."
Hiccup extended the still dripping blade again, quickly and painlessly stabbing Drago in the neck, cutting through his spine. His eyes quickly went darker as his head slumped to the side. "May you find a more peaceful fate in a next life." Hiccup said softly as he closed the tyrant's eyes. "Requiescat in pace." He said finally, standing up and walking back to Toothless.
AN:
Alright, a bit short of 6000, but finally done. There's going to be one more chapter after this and then it's finito!
It really is amazing how I can postpone this for a lot of weeks and then write a chapter in a day or so. . . . .
Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter and I'll get working on the next one right away. I'm going to try to have it up later today or tomorrow or at least soon.
Good luck and take care!
- R4y