Toothless groaned, flopping onto the comfy hotel bed. Finally. Paul would take him the following day to the Seer hideout.
He gripped the tablet he'd been lent as a communication device. The Rule stated he had to check in once a night, every night.
He opened it, it asked for his thumb print. He placed his thumb on the monitor and waited as the device made beeping sounds until he was face to face with Sam.
Sam grinned at him. "So, what've you got to tell us?"
.
OK, yes. The voice had been Dagur's, but surprisingly, he wasn't whipped, beaten or chained up.
When he voiced this, Dagur merely rolled his eyes. "Do I look like I'm about to do any of those things, Hiccup?"
Hiccup blinked, almost feeling stupid. "But then why did you kidnap us?"
"I didn't kidnap you. I rescued you."
"Why did you put the bracelets on us, then?"
"Because I was afraid you'd attack me when you woke up."
Hiccup growled. "And why did you leave, then huh?"
"You already know the answer to that, Hiccup."
A small silence. "So it's true then." Hiccup said. "You really have gone dark side."
Dagur rolled his eyes. "I don't see any reason to conform to labels, Hiccup. I'm a Supe that wants to live alone, so I am."
"Your sister died," Hiccup said, after a thought, "She died a little after you left."
"I know."
More silence.
"So why did you come for us, anyways?"
"To rescue you."
"Well yeah, but why all this," Hiccup gestured upwards and around. "Why'd you bring us back here and keep us here to patch us up. Why not just leave us with some other Superhero clan and let them take care of us?"
"I had to tell you something."
"What?"
"Beware."
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Toothless groaned, climbing the last two steps. Why was the temple located on the side of a cliff anyways.
There was a Bloodstone outside. He slit his palm, placed it over the stone and murmured a few secret words in Mother Tongue.
The cave split itself in two, a left path and a right one. Toothless remembered Paul's words and took the left path. The right path had an enchantment on it to attract all light-side people, which he was not.
He continued on and after three paces found an unlit torch on the wall. He blew fire on it and turned around.
Three skeletal structured men wearing purple robes or- no, no those were just tattoos, stared down at him.
He looked at them, taking in their appearances. They all had cold, steel-grey eyes and, from the looks of it were bald. They wore white masks like bone shaped in an odd branching-out way, quite like spiders. Their hands were chipped-red. They were all at least in their thirties and- and over their mouths, where it was tattooed black was no mouth at all, just a dark hole.
Everything they did they did in unison. None slouched as though there were rulers pressed tight against their backs. No chill, he noted.
They all bowed their heads down at him, Greetings, Toothless a single ominous voice echoed in his ears.
He looked around. "Who said that?"
"Us."
He turned back towards them.
We are the schkrewnders. Mother Tongue seers dedicated to the dark arts, the masters of the universe, here lo and behold and tremble as you stare into the black, gaping vortexes of our mouth, the very fabric of space. Bow down, Dragon, and stare into the mighty hands bathed in the blood of our family, our bodies made from the clay of the river Ganges, the gods' river just as the watery-blood of our forefathers pours through our righteous veins.
Speak now, mortal.
Toothless, having bowed respectfully halfway during their chant, stood up.
"I-" he barely said a word before whatever the Superheroes had places behind his ear was whisked off of him and destroyed in thin air.
He gulped.
Sorry, they said, we just thought you'd feel more comfortable knowing that it was off.
We don't want to hurt you, Toothless, we want to help.
"I-I didn't say my n,"
oh, but we know all about you. The one who will make Villains great once more.
All hail The Conqueror, all hail The Tamer, all hail The Chosen One, all hail Toothless Thompson.
He was lost for words. This was so not how he was expecting this to go.
"How do you know who I am?"
We know all, we see all, we read all. Young one, you have a far journey ahead, and to complete it you need this.
The tallest one brought out a small package. Toothless opened it The Piñacle Carodevo. The next stepped forwards. A Sp;;iis;;. And, finally, the third, a ^^%^!
"T-thanks," he stammered, still shocked by all of this.
Do not thank us, young master. We are but your humble slaves. All hail the Conqueror!
Suddenly they were gone, and he wasn't in the cave anymore, or-or Mexico. He was… home…