Brooklyn walked over to the stadium with Sorath, whose face was so nervous about facing that Monstrous Nightmare. Stoick had by now was nearly finishing up his speech. "No one is more surprised, or more proud than I am!"
The two friends along with Astrid stood near the gate entrance, Brooklyn's heart thumping. He knew there would have to be a time where he told the whole Viking clan about him being a gargoyle but not when they were in a dragon killing event. "Today, my boy Hiccup becomes a Viking! Today, he becomes one of us!" Stoick roared, Brooklyn feeling Sorath's hand trembling.
"You alright?" Brooklyn asked gently, the other teen nodding but he didn't look it. "Uh... yeah."
Astrid looks concerned for him. "Be careful with that dragon." She warned. Sorath shakes his head. "It's not the dragon I'm worried about."
The former beaked gargoyle raised his brow. "But what are you going to do?"
Sorath stands up straight, his eyes determined. "Put an end to this. I have to try. Guys, if something goes wrong, just make sure they don't find Toothless and Voltwing."
Brooklyn nods his head. "Yes, but nothing will go wrong, I'm sure it won't." Sorath swallows, then hugs Brooklyn tight, Brooklyn grinning softly, holding his friend warmly in his arms. Soon Sorath let go, adjusting his mother's helmet, as Gobber walked over. "It's time, Hiccup! Knock 'em dead." He encouraged, winking.
The gate doors opened, Sorath stepping foot inside to a roaring crowd, Astrid and Brooklyn both watching with bated breath from the entrance, Brooklyn praying to any god above to protect his human friend. Sorath went over to the weapons, grabbing a shield then a knife. Brooklyn could guess what he was doing and didn't want to intimidate the Nightmare with a larger weapon.
Sorath stands firm in front of the Nightmare's cage. "I'm ready." He breathes, Brooklyn watching the gate opening.
A burst of flames came from the door; the Monstrous Nightmare emerging and giving out its fierce snarl, body on fire. Brooklyn flinched as he recalled his close encounter with three of them when Voltwing rescued him, the Nightmare racing on the chain roof, shooting flames at some Vikings who moved out of the way.
The Nightmare hissed, body no longer aflame, climbing back down to the ground, stalking towards Sorath who backed up. "Go on, Hiccup! Give it to 'em!" Roared a Viking that made Brooklyn feel angry, hoping the Viking/Dragon war will end today. Sorath dropped his shield and knife right at that moment, raising his hands.
Stoick frowned from his seat. "What is he doing?!" He growled, making Spitelout and the others shake their heads in disapproval, Brooklyn shaking all over for his friend's wellbeing.
Sorath kept holding his hand towards the Nightmare's nose who snarled. "Hey, it's ok. It's ok." He next took his helmet off. "I'm not one of them." Sorath tossed the helmet away, making the crowd gasp in horror and betrayal from one of their own kin, Brooklyn finding himself grinning from Sorath's bravery but Astrid's eyes widening.
The Nightmare seemed to calm down but not much, Stoick looking more pissed now. "Stop the fight!" He ordered. Brooklyn wanted to yell at him, to say no but Sorath called back up. "NO! I need you all to see this!" His hand was just inches away from the Nightmare now. "They're not what we think they are. We don't have to kill them."
Stoick now was beyond angry, Brooklyn's stomach feeling nauseous. "I SAID, STOP THE FIGHT!" The chief roared, banging his hammer on the bars, scaring the Nightmare who nearly bit Sorath's hand off.
"Sorath!" Brooklyn screamed, tugging hard on the cage door, wanting to get in, watching his friend running from the large red dragon until Astrid got an axe, placing it under the door, just managing to lift it enough for her and Brooklyn to slip under. Brooklyn ran as fast as he could to save Sorath but the Nightmare saw him, glaring, swiping his tail, and hitting Brooklyn in his stomach, winding him greatly. Astrid attempted to throw a hammer at the Nightmare, causing it to chase her instead.
Stoick had managed to get there, opening the door with his great strength. "This way!" He shouted, Astrid managing to reach him only for the Nightmare to block Sorath's way. The teen yelped in fear, rushing back in the opposite direction, the Nightmare now pinning him by its large talons. Brooklyn looked up weakly, holding his stomach, watching in horror at the sight of his best friend about to be eaten until some thunderstorm clouds came, and a loud banshee like screech along with the bars of the arena being blasted by a plasma blast. Soon the cloud of smoke revealed both Toothless and Voltwing in a tangle with the Monstrous Nightmare, Brooklyn's fears growing even further that their dragons risked exposure just to save them.
"Night Fury and Skrill!" Gobber breathes in shock, seeing the two Strike Class dragons tossing the Nightmare off of them, the Nightmare screeching its rage. Voltwing's scales lit up with lightning, roaring loudly, as did Toothless, who swiped his paws viciously at their rival. Soon the Nightmare caved in, scurrying away.
Brooklyn grunted, getting up, running weakly over to save Voltwing. "Go boy, get away from here!" He breathed in a panicked voice, seeing the other Vikings now charging down. Stoick grabbed an axe, snarling, rushing to fight. "Stoick, no!" Astrid yells.
Sorath's face was pleading. "No, no dad! He won't hurt you!" His pleas fell on deaf ears as Toothless knocks several Vikings away, then tackling onto Stoick, pinning him down now. "Toothless, stop! NOOO!" Sorath screams out, tears in his eyes as Toothless got ready to fire.
Voltwing had grabbed Spitelout with his fangs, shaking him harshly and hissing after Spitelout nearly sliced his wing. Brooklyn tugging on his Skrill's wing. "Voltwing! Put him down, stop it!" The gargoyle turned human yelled as eventually, his voice reached Voltwing, whose eyes dilated, giving off an apologetic coo, dropping Spitelout, watching his rider in an apologetic way.
It caused Brooklyn's shoulders to sag, a little bit of relief coming onto his face that his dragon didn't kill a Viking, but it came too soon as another Viking came up, throwing water and a chain net over Voltwing who shrieked, writhing on the ground as a lot of the other Vikings pinned him down, others also holding down Toothless.
Brooklyn tried running to help his dragon but was grabbed by only one Viking that wasn't helping keeping the dragons down. "Let me go! They aren't dangerous!" He sobbed while Sorath did the same but was also held back. Stoick pulled himself back up, glowering down at Toothless and Voltwing.
"Put them with the others." Stoick snarled, knowing he had a lot of questions to ask Hiccup and Brooklyn. However the former gargoyle somehow managed to yank himself out of the Viking's hold, knowing that even if it got him killed, he didn't care. "If you're putting them in the cages, put me there too! I'm a gargoyle, not a human!" Brooklyn stormed, making Sorath's eyes round in horror from Brooklyn's claim.
Just from hearing that line, it made the other Vikings along with Stoick's faces look more shocked and repulsed hearing those words from the one they took in. Stoick stalked towards Brooklyn, his eyes unforgiving and betrayed. He learned of gargoyles too but having one here in his village disguised as a human, tricking them all, made him hate the species even more now. "If this is true Brooklyn, then you've lost my trust. You will be thrown in with your dragon, and pay the price for fooling the entire village." He said dangerously, Brooklyn's face faltering a little, looking to Sorath and Astrid with guilt in his eyes, the rest of the crowd surrounding Brooklyn, calling him demon and a devil like he heard countless times, Brook flinching and curling up there on the ground from the insults, wishing his clan was here.
Soon the Viking that held Brooklyn before grasped his arm again, dragging him over to the pen where Voltwing was, tossing him into it and closing the door. Brooklyn winced when hitting the floor, knowing he had gotten himself a death sentence but he didn't care, as long as he didn't have to leave Voltwing alone in this place. Voltwing whined, crawling over to his rider, nuzzling him. Brooklyn grins weakly, petting Voltwing. "I'm sorry I got you into this bud." He said softly, feeling Voltwing curling around his body, the two friends lying there together, Brooklyn scared now of what was going to happen to both him and Sorath.