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How To Train Your Dragon
Humans do not listen very well.
This has long been my observation and my belief for a long time now.
I never used to think like this, I used to think humans could listen very well. They listened to my Goddess. A one time, all the tribes listened very intently to her wise words and great power.
But her power was something they could not understand and so it frightened them, and humans despise what they are afraid of.
Or, they come to want it for themselves. Idiots.
She told them they didn't have to fear her, but they didn't listen.
Much like Hiccup's father.
He was told about 'something on their island', in the dragon's nest, but he did not listen to his child and it was his tribe and his son that paid the price for his pride. The lives lost and marred, the scars and the blood spill, and the maiming of his son; the future of the tribe he was meant to lead and protect was a risk he could have avoided.
If he had only listened.
My Master never told the tribes what would happen if they betrayed her, but it should have been easy to see what would happen. She had governed them, she had built them into a great kingdom that could have lasted aeons. Her Kingdom could still be here, the great flags and mighty banners flying high and proud and me and my master flying, leading the vast, noble armies. But always there are those who seek power for themselves. Power they have no idea to handle. Only my Goddess knew how to handle her own power.
They killed her, and the leader of the rebels, a greedy, small-minded, dangerous man, had taken her throne for himself. Oh how I enjoyed watching the great halls fall down around his ears. My Goddess ruled her kingdom for several hundred lifetimes and in the matter of a few years the tribes had fallen to in fighting. The lead rebel was killed by his own son, and it broke my heart one last time to witness. But I slept afterwards happy in my new knowledge. You can try and convince me otherwise, but my beliefs are set now.
Humans do not listen very well.
But now my Master is reformed, she is better, free from flaws and pointless feeling, able to rule again. This time she will reign For Ever and this time those treacherous tribes will be eradicated from the face of the Earth.
The boy listens; or rather, he listens better than the others, he will show them the way. While I show my Goddess to her throne.
Chapter Three: The Flight of Camicazi
The Hooligan tribe had not opened their trade routes for some years after their dragon troubles had escalated out of control, the stubborn dragon slayers simply didn't have any resources to trade. Food that wasn't stolen by the flying devils had to be preserved for the harder months of Winter and any resources like wood, stone or metals were being used to repair buildings and weapons on a daily basis. As such, the Hooligans had not been heard from for many years. So when a two-manned ship pulled into the Bog-Burglars harbour flying the Trader's Flag it caused quite a stir. Even more so when one of the Hooligan messengers on board turned out to be a moving platform for a tiny Terrible Terror dragon.
Now, a couple of days later, a Bog-Burglar trading ship was sailing across relatively calm seas and in the distance the isle of Berk rose up from the horizon like a plant growing from the ground. At the helm of the Freya's Squall was the great chieftain of the female dominated Bog-Burglar tribe, a large woman adorned with leather armour and bearskins, a mass of dark blonde locks fell around her face like a lion's mane. Bertha Jornsden, also known as Big Boobied Bertha (for obvious reasons, the clue is in the name) was making this journey mainly to try and understand what had happened to the tribe she had long considered an ally.
"Mother! Do you think they'll have a Bashy ball match?" shouted a young female voice from the crow's nest of the ship. "Or perhaps weapon demonstrations? Oh, oh! Do you remember the sheep races?" Bertha looked towards a head hanging over the basket of the crow's nest, a lion's mane of blonde hair a bit lighter than hers was blowing fiercely in the wind. "Do you remem..."
"Yes, Camacazi! Now stop dangling from that nest. You won't be doing anything if you're a red stain on the deck of my boat!" Bertha called to her daughter, and she watched as Beetle, her daughter's best friend, pulled the hyperactive young heir to the Bog-Buglars back into the crow's nest. The Bog-Burglar tribe were considered as the best thieves in the Barbaric Archipelago and Camacazi was renowned as being one of their best. Quite a feat when you consider she was only fourteen, 'soon to be fifteen in a couple of months', she would say.
The young girl had rustled sheep and other livestock from Uglithug territories, stolen the prized helm of a Hysteric chief, taken long boats from Berserk Island, as well as escaped from many holding cells and prisons when she was caught on the rare occasion. She was also a superb swords master and some would say a bit of an adrenaline junkie (though no such word actually existed in Viking society). Bertha loved her, she was her pride and joy and the model Bog-Burglar.
Their boat looked like it was the first to reach Berk, the only other ships in the area at the moment were Hooligan fishing boats and they greeted the trading vessel warmly, waving and shouting out friendly roars. To the astonishment of the Bog-Burglar crew many of these little boats were being helped in their fishing haul by Terrible Terrors.
What happened here? The Hooligans were at one time the most extreme of the Viking tribes when it came to slaying dragons; before the trade routes were closed the Hooligans often traded masses of Terrible Terror pelts. Never had they allowed even a dragon egg into their village unless it was hard boiled and served with some wild boar. Bertha had to admit she was curious, but she was also a bit apprehensive about meeting up with the tribe after the few years they had been cut off, locked up in their war with the dragons. She knew Stoick from her younger days as a good friend of Valhallarama, his wife, and knew that after the dragon raid that killed her and left their young son without a mother, he would never allow a living dragon onto Berk unless it was for the training ring. But the small minor dragon raids on her own tribal territories had stopped several months ago, so something must of happened.
"DRAGON!" Camacazi screamed down to the deck. At the dreaded word the crew of Freya's Squall immediately took to their posts, taking up their weapons and readying bolas, others had thrown buckets attached to ropes into the ocean in order to put out any fires that would start up. Bertha was still shouting out orders when her daughter and Beetle called down to the others below them again. "Hold on! You're not gonna believe this... its waving a Bog-Burglar banner!" Bertha stopped shouting and the crew stared up at the two girls in the crow's nest as if they had gone mad.
"Say that again, Cami!" Bertha shouted.
"The dragon's holding a Bog-Burglar banner!"
"Someone's riding it too!" Beetle yelled down after Camacazi's shout. "Here they come!"
A medium sized black dragon came soaring parallel to the port side of the trading ship, its cat-like eyes looking intently at the crew on the deck, and in its black claws it held the Bog-Burglar banner that was given to Berk as a symbol of peaceful trade when the trade routes were first opened two hundred years ago. Its wings were massive and just like what Beetle had said, a young boy was riding upon its back as confident as if he ridden the great beast all his life. The Bog-Burglars were speechless. A boy, a rather thin looking boy at that, riding a dragon. A Hooligan, riding a dragon.
The boy and his black mount circled around the rear of the boat and flew alongside the starboard side, shouting against the wind to the captain, Bertha herself.
"Are you Bertha Jornsden?" he called out. The woman could do nothing but nod. "There's a space at the harbour for your boat straight as you come into the bay! It will be best if you speak with my father first! A lot had change in Berk!" With that, the boy and the black dragon flew back to the island, leaving behind a very shocked crew, and a very, very excited Camacazi. Who was almost falling out of the crow's nest to get a closer look at the messenger only Beetle was able to stop her from falling over the edge.
------ HTTYD ------
The preparations for the first inter-tribal market in Berk for many years had started very early in the morning, stalls were set up around the gathering square in the middle of the village and the Outcast prisoners were lined up and shackled to the rock and stone walls in the old Training Arena ready to be bartered for, not that they had any choice of course, there were many warriors and even more dragons guarding them and already most of the prisoners-soon-to-be-slaves had burns and scratches. Some had even been killed, their corpses just piled together in one of the old dragon cells.
Hiccup was with his father who was helping oversee the construction of a simple race track for the sheep races, it had always been a popular sport with the traders of the other tribes, especially if any of the adults had brought their children with them. It was as a Nadder and a dragon called a Bone Knapper, a curios dragon whose markings and scales made it look like if was just a collection of living bones, were herding several sheep up to the pens to be marked for the races that Hiccup realized their might be problems with the other tribes.
Although the Vikings of Berk had suffered the most from the dragon raids, the other tribes had also been targets for smaller raids, with the Green Death now dead and the dragons at peace with the Hooligans they had no need to attack the other tribes; but it was likely the traders making their way to Berk even now were not going to be pleased to be greeted by dragons and they may even attack if the dragons approached their ships. With the attack by the Outcasts it had made many of the large reptiles paranoid about any boats entering Hooligan waters, so if the traders did attack... well, you can have a guess at what may happen. Either way, it wouldn't be good.
"Dad? What are we going to do about the dragons?" Hiccup asked, hoping that the chief would realize the predicament.
"What about the dragons?" Obviously not.
"The other tribes don't know we're not fighting dragons any more. What if they attack?" Hiccup explained and Stoick turned to face his son.
"I didn't think of that." He admitted "Have you got any ideas, you're the thinker in this tribe, Hiccup." His father was right, Hooligans weren't known for their brains unless it came to ship building and catapults. Hiccup looked about the square, from where the sheep races would be held. His eyes fell on a number of folded fabrics placed at the foot of several old dragon statues where they would later be hung. These folded fabrics were the banners that showed what tribes were trading with the Hooligans. Bog-Burglars, Bashem-Oiks, Meatheads, and Grims, their banners were all here.
"I have an idea. I'll..." Hiccup began to tell his father, when suddenly.
"Bog-Burglar ship on the horizon!" yelled one of the sentries on one of the catapult towers.
"Are you sure it's Bog-Burglars?" Hiccup called up to the sentry.
"Certain, the horizontal yellow stripes and the Bog Daisy motif on the sail." Hiccup rushed as fast as his leg could take him to the folded banners and searched for the Bog-Burglars. Finding it, he tucked it under his arm as his father asked what his plan was.
"You'll see. Toothless!" Hiccup said, and as the sound of the heavy, running paws of the Night Fury came rushing up to the square the boy turned back to his father. "If you could get Astrid and Fishlegs here by the time I come back I'll explain to you and them. I'll go and meet the Bog-Burglars." Toothless had reached him and Hiccup mounted the saddle, engaging his metal foot in the pedal the two shot into the air. "Toothless, hold this buddy, we have to make sure that ship doesn't attack you." The black dragon took hold of the banner and it opened up to the wind as they approached the trading ship.
"DRAGON!" Hiccup prayed to great Odin that his plan worked, or else he and Toothless could both be facing only a few more seconds of life. The young Viking made sure the banner could be seen from the Bog-Burglar trading boat as Toothless gracefully soared along their starboard side. Every face was turned towards him and the dragon flying their colours, literally. Hiccup circled around and eventually he and Toothless came to a level speed with the ship. Taking a look at the crew his eyes fell onto a large woman covered in bearskins and a mane of blonde hair falling over her shoulders and back and decided that this must be the famous Big Boobied Bertha (even with her hair he could see where she got the nickname).
"Are you Bertha Jornsden?" he called out. The woman could do nothing but nod. "There's a space at the harbour for your boat straight as you come into the bay! It will be best if you speak with my father first! A lot had change in Berk!" And he and Toothless then pulled away from the boat, guiding the vessel the rest of the way to the harbour.
When the Bog-Burglars reached there designated spot at the Hooligan harbour they were greeted by the cheers of the Hooligans and the curious stares of the dragons that now lived alongside them. It seemed that word of the trade routes reopening had reached the liberated Dragon Nest, for the village was near to bursting with the reptiles. Hiccup was sure they didn't understand about the importance of the trade routes to the other tribes reopening but they understood that it was a special day. They had arrived at Berk early and on their best behaviour.
Stoick was already waiting for the boat and as his son flew over his head he shouted out that Astrid and Fishlegs were waiting for him at the square were the other banners lay, Snotlout, Fireworm, the twins and NewtSlug were with the other warriors and the dragons guarding the prisoners. Getting from Toothless' back the other two other teens help him attach the Bog-Burglars' banner to the mouth of one of the dragons, signalling that the tribe had reached Berk safely.
"Your father said you needed help with something." Astrid said, making sure Hiccup was steady as he checked the ties to the banner "I guess it has something to do with you and Toothless going out to meet the Bogs?" The Bogs were just a name given to members of the Bog-Burglar tribe and any of their ships and equipment.
"Yep, listen, hopefully the other tribe's trading ships won't come all at once and we'll be able to just guide them in with the dragons, we need to make sure they won't attack." Hiccup explained "But if they do, I'll need you two to help me greet the other boats."
How come you haven't got, Snotlout, or the Ruffnut and Tuffnut to help with this? They won't be happy." Fishlegs said, Horrorcow lay sleeping on the ground, blissfully unaware of all the work her small wings were going to do that day.
"I'm sure the ships would attack the bigger dragons on sight, what would you do if you saw a Monstrous Nightmare flying towards your boat?" Hiccup asked, the same look of realization crossed Astrid's and Fishlegs' faces. "I thinks it's best to just use the smaller dragon breeds."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Astrid agreed petting the neck of Brightclaw "So, who do you want to greet the Meatheads?" Hiccup and Fishlegs looked at Astrid with confusion. Then from the sentry on the tower who shouted down.
"Meathead ship!" Hiccup smiled at the smug look on his girlfriend's face and handed her the Meathead banner as she mounted Brightclaw.
------ HTTYD ------
The meeting with the tribes had gone better than Hiccup, or his father, thought it would. Of the four tribes that had been invited, the Bog-Burglars, the Meatheads and the Bashem-Oiks had come; the a messenger from the Grim tribe had arrived to explain that his tribe was facing some difficulties from the past Winter and was sailing back to his tribe now with the message to say the dragon war was over and to ask if they would accept help from Hooligans. The messenger would return as soon as possible if their help was needed.
It also turned out that the chiefs of the Bog-Burglars and the Meatheads were old friends of Hiccup's parents, he had brief memories of the two impressive chiefs before his mother died and indeed, his father greeted Bertha and Mogadon with almost desperate embraces, they had not seen each other for many years and before Stoick had closed off his tribe from the rest of the world he and Mogadon had been close friends. Bertha had known Valhallrama, Hiccup's mother, for many years before that. The chief of the Bashem-Oiks was an old warrior, but was still greeted with great enthusiasm by Stoick and the others, Gobbletoad, also known as Old Wrinkly in his old age, was a popular judge among the many Viking tribes renowned for his fairness and keen understanding. Bertha and Mogadon had also brought their children with them.
Thuggory Caine was Mogadon's son and was a huge brute of a teenager, a year older then Hiccup at seventeen but could have been mistaken for eighteen. He was head taller than Snotlout and wore fine woven clothes and a boar skin cloak, a small broadsword was strapped to his back though by the muscles in his arms it looked like Thuggory didn't really need to use it. He stood by his father's side in the meeting looking like the perfect heir to the warrior-like Meathead tribe. Scary and unafraid to use brute strength. During his life Hiccup had learnt to stay away from such people, so it came as a great surprise when the huge Thuggory walked up to him, gave him a friendly smile and introduced himself, talking in a civilised manner with his deep, rough voice and genuinely quite impressed with the shorter boy. He even covered up his sword with his cloak when Hiccup explained that some of the dragons were still a bit unsure around weapons.
Camicazi, Bertha's daughter, however, was almost Tuggory's complete opposite. She was two years younger than the rest of the Berk teens with a big mane of blonde hair similar to her mother, but unlike her mother, Camicazi had braided some parts of her hair with small trinkets of precious metal and dragon scales and horn. She wore dark clothes and trousers made the same pelt as Hiccup's, deer. She was hyperactive and excitably, but also, very friendly and wasted no time in introducing herself and her best friend, a quiet, dark haired girl dressed in the same manner, Beetle, to the Berk teens and Thuggory. Camicazi must have been the only Viking to actually be smaller than Hiccup himself, but she made up for it with her enormous personality. She especially loved hearing about how Hiccup lost his leg and fighting the huge sea dragon, even Thuggory commented on the impressive scar (for a Viking, the bigger the battle scar the better).
Under the recommendation of his father, Hiccup showed Thuggory, Camicazi and Beetle around the village with Astrid, Fishlegs and the teens who had returned their rounds at guarding the Outcasts. And as the group of teenagers made their way around town, being greeted by Viking and dragon alike, Hiccup couldn't help but observe the remarkable changes that overcame each of the visitors as they met more and more dragons until they came to the square where the banners were now flying freely in their proper place, where Toothless, Brightclaw and Horrorcow had remained playing about with some poor unfortunate sheep that had got out of the race pen. Seeing the fun, Fireworm, Newtsbreath and Seaslug joined in when Toothless bounded over to Hiccup, scattering the three newcomers as he purred and shifted so Hiccup would scratch him behind his ears.
"This is Toothless," the inventive teen said "you could say he's the one who started all this."
"Wow, this isn't... he isn't... he is, isn't he?" Camicazi said, her face so close to Toothless' nose she was almost touching it with her own. "He's a Night Fury! Isn't he?" she almost screamed, bouncing on the soles her feet.
"Yeah he is," Toothless gave his rider a look that said 'what is this?' and all Hiccup could do was let excitably Camicazi calm down on her own devices and with the help of Beetle to stop her from bouncing around.
"What happened to his tail?" Beetle asked. She had come up to the black dragon's side and had seen the red tail fin with the Viking head on it. She had overcome her initial fear of stroking the large dragons and carefully placed her hand on Toothless' side. Toothless could see she meant no harm and purred for her. "I never would have guessed dragons purr."
"I injured him... before I realised dragons weren't as bad as we all thought." Hiccup said, watching as Thuggory and Camicazi went to greet the other dragons with Snotlout and Astrid, the twins were fighting over something again and Fishlegs was stroking Horrorcow as Camicazi sat in the gentle Gronkle's saddle, which looked way too big for her. Thuggory was asking Snotlout something about Fireworm.
"You hurt him! And he lets you ride him?"
"Yep, I caught him in bola some time ago and as he crashed he must have lost his tail fin in the trees." Hiccup said, stroking Toothless on his nose "Its weird that, I wished I never made that invention, because it hurt so bad, but I'm glad I did make it, because I met Toothless and befriended him because of it." Beetle smiled at him as he tried to explain it better, but kept getting caught with his words. Luckily for him, the large horn that was suspended by one of the towers was blown and signalled the start of the markets and the things Camicazi was most looking forward to, the sheep races and the weapon demonstrations. Although the prisoners had been arranged around the Arena the time to buy slaves wouldn't be for another day yet. But the visiting Vikings would be able to look at the prisoners and see what ones they'd like to barter for, the Meatheads in particular were very fond of slave labour.
Although the sheep races and the weapon demonstrations were enough to keep Camicazi occupied it was the many breeds of dragons she was more excited to meet. Hearing about the old female Night Fury they had even paid a visit to the now mostly empty Great Hall to see her, the old female coming up to them and letting their inquisitive fingers brush her storm grey scales and huge back fin. The teens dragons each paying their respects to the old female, with bowed heads and crooning purrs. Giving Hiccup time in explaining the hierarchy between the dragons which took age, breed and accomplishments into consideration of rank. Toothless was quite high in the ranks, but even he paid his respects to the old female, it was testament to her age.
Hiccup wondered to himself how far in the rank the feathered Night Fury would come.
It wasn't long before Camicazi asked if Hiccup and the others could teach her, and the other two how to fly, much to the worry of poor, shy Beetle. That was how they found themselves on the outskirts of the Wild Zone, a large forest outside of the village where there was a large cave system that the dragons used as a roost at Berk. Hiccup and Gobber had constructed a workshop by its entrance for the riders of the bigger dragons since the forge in the village was a little too small for the large dragons like Nightmares, Zippleback and Thunderdrums. Recently, some dragons used the cave entrance to chose who their rider would be. Since it was Hiccup's dream to have all the tribes befriend the dragons now that they were no longer under the influence of the Green Death he decided that it couldn't hurt to perhaps have the two heirs of their ally tribes to have their own dragon partners. Telling the three however, brought three different responses. Camicazi was all for it and dashed into the cave before Hiccup had even finished explaining or Tuffnut could even give her a torch, and Beetle, who had looked very shocked and very reluctant went rushing after her excitable friend, making sure to take a torch as she ran past the male twin. "Well, just find a dragon who's willing to be your partner and come back out here, I'll find a saddle that you can use for now before I make a proper saddle for you." Thuggory nodded than confidently entered the cave grabbing a torch from Tuffnut who had lit one for him.
"Is this a good idea?" Ruffnut asked once Thuggory was out of earshot. Hiccup was already picking out pre-made saddles for a number of breeds as they waited for the three to return. "It's not that I don't think they couldn't handle dragons but do you think it might be too soon to start teaching the other tribes how to train dragons?"
"She has a point Hiccup, the markets only last for a couple of days, they'll go home after that." Fishlegs added.
"If the dragons do get close to them then perhaps we can ask Bertha and Mogadon if they can stay for a while to learn." Hiccup answered, though truthfully he hadn't thought of that. He hoped that if it did come to that, the friendship the chiefs had with his father would help them show how important it was to have dragons around and to stop fighting them.
"Do you think any of the dragons will partner with them? They come from different tribes, do you think the dragons will pick up on that?" Ruffnut asked, sitting on a nearby rock.
"Do you think that will put off Camicazi?" said Snotlout. "She doesn't seemed to one to take no for an answer."
"Beetle's gonna have her hands full trying to catch her." Astrid said, sitting beside Ruff. The teens' dragons had followed them down and were all stood at the mouth of the cave looking inside and calling out to their fellow dragons, some coming out and joining them in the sun.
"I'm sure it will be all right." Hiccup said, getting several Nadder saddles ready, not only Deadly Nadders but other dragons from the Nadder family were common in the cave at the moment. They didn't have long to wait until Beetle came back, out of breath and looking around worriedly. Behind her, with its long neck stretching out to sniff the young girl was a Scauldron, a dragon famous for using boiling hot water instead of fire to attack its opponents. Scauldrons looked like they shared many of their body characteristics of the Zipplebacks, only without an extra head and its neck was baggy and could hold a surprising amount of boiling water ready to spit out at any nearby foes. It followed Beetle as she rushed over to Hiccup and began babbling.
"Has Cami come out yet? I couldn't find her! She went deeper into the cave system."
"No, you're the first out." Tuffnut said, seeing Hiccup strap a Scauldron saddle to the dragon's back, a rather colourful and vocal male. The Scauldron waited for Hiccup to finish off putting the saddle on his back before picking up his, hopeful, human partner by the back of her shirt. I say hopeful because a partnership between a human and a dragon was a relationship, and like all relationships, some didn't work out.
"Whoa! What's happening? What's happening?" Beetle screamed as she found herself being lifted off the ground.
"It okay, he's just putting you on his back." Hiccup said, and the Scauldron gently placed the human girl on the saddle. Beetle clung to the leather item, suddenly aware that she was just about to be several metres in the air soon. She knew from experience that Camicazi could look after herself. "Okay, Ruff, Tuff, you keep an eye on her as she's flying..." Hiccup began then looking at the twins as they scrambled onto the back NewtSlug, turned to Fishlegs and Horrorcow. "... and Fishlegs. You keep your eyes on the twins."
"Okay Hiccup." the large boy said, getting onto Horrorcow and taking off after the twins and the Scauldron. Not so much as a second later, Thuggory sauntered out of the cave with a silver Monstrous Nightmare, with rusty-coloured stripes and back spines following him.
"Snotlout get ready, you can show Thuggory the ropes."
"I hope there's some gulls to chase." Snotlout said excitedly, rushing to mount Fireworm. The silver Nightmare was a young male who would probably get a little bit bigger before being fully grown. Good thought Hiccup I have a feeling Thuggory's going to grow a little more before he's an adult. Once the saddle was secure on the Nightmare's back Thuggory mounted and followed Snotlout into the sky.
"That just leaves Camicazi." Hiccup said, sitting next to Astrid on the rock.
"You don't think she's got herself lost do you?" Astrid asked, "Those caves are quite a spider's web."
"Camicazi seems to be one of those people who can get themselves out of trouble, as easily as they get themselves into it." Hiccup observed.
"A bit like you." Astrid smiled "Beetle looked a bit unsure of her dragon."
"I was a bit unsure about Toothless when I first met him, I think they'll be okay," Hiccup assured her "but I will need to tell them all about regurgitated meals." Toothless and Brightclaw came to sit with their humans and some of the wild dragons came and had a sniff at the leather saddles in the workshop, even accepting strokes from the two humans before either taking off and flying off somewhere or returning into the cave system. Astrid's head rested on Hiccup's shoulder and their fingers entwined as they waited for the Bog-Burglar heir to return.
"Do you hear something?" Astrid asked suddenly, breaking the quiet moment as her head shot up.
"Hear what?" Listening carefully, Hiccup could just hear the sound of running dragon claws coming from the cave and the unmistakeable, excited speech of Camicazi. Walking up to the cave entrance Hiccup and Astrid stared into the cave and ducked just in time as a long, golden dragon, came soaring over their heads with Camicazi's whooping joy lingering in the air. She and the dragon she had found were already flying fast over the sea and Toothless and Brightclaw really had to work their wings to catch up with the streaking gold dragon.
When Hiccup was finally able to catch up he realized that he had only read about this dragin in the old Dragon Manual. It was long and slender, with long wings the same shiny gold as the rest of its body. On its head, above its eyes were antler-like horns and underneath its wide nostrils were two, long trailing whiskers. This was a extraordinarily rare Mimic dragon, also called a Mood dragons. The Dragon Manual claimed it could change colour and mimic the sound of prey to fool its food or the roars of bigger dragons to protect itself from predators. Hiccup got Toothless to fly alongside the Mood dragon and its excitable rider to try and get her to slow down, but looking at the dragon's wide eyes, tongue lolling from its mouth and the happy puffs of smoke that came rolling out of its flaring nostrils he realised this dragon was enjoying the wild ride almost as much as its whooping and air-punching rider. That's all we need! A Camicazi dragon! Hiccup thought to himself.
Astrid and Brightclaw seemed to have given up trying to catch up with the two other dragons and were content to watch where they were going from a higher altitude. Camicazi and the gold dragon weaved dangerously about cliffs and stacks of rocks in the sea before finally the dragon came crashing down in exhaustion on a small island a good few miles from the Isle of Berk. Their home island was a large blot on the horizon with several other blots around it. Toothless landed a few feet from the dragon and young girl and bounded over to them before letting Hiccup off his back.
"Wow! Isn't she gorgeous?" Camicazi said, holding the exhausted dragon's head in her arms. The gold Mood dragon's tail began to wag happily, and bright pink stripes appeared on its belly. "Isn't she fast! Can I keep her?" the Mood dragon's pink stripes got bigger and its thin tongue began to lap at the little Viking's cheek. By now Brightclaw was able to reach them, and alerted to the action, the others had followed Brightclaw and Astrid to this far off islet.
Beetle dismounted the Scauldron, giving him a pat before rushing off to see to her friend.
"Cami! Are you okay? What happened?"
"I'm fine Beetle." Camicazi said, coming to her senses a bit. "Do you think Mum will let me have her?"
"Oh, Camicazi! What are we going to do with you?"
"Bog-Burglars know not the meaning of fear! For Bog-Burglar hearts are stronger than oak! Your ship is not lost when the sea is your home! And Bog-Burglars fight forever!" Camicazi shouted out to the setting sun.
"Yes, yes, I know all that. Come on, lets get back to Berk." Beetle said, and helped Camicazi get to her feet. The others helped as the small Viking girl got steady again and waited as the Mood dragon rested for a little while.
As they waited, Hiccup used the opportunity to look around this small land mass. There was an old building here, decayed beyond recognition but it looked to have been a rather large structure. All that remained standing was the North most wall, covered in vegetation and there, right in front of him, deep in sleep, was the huge feathered Night Fury that had saved Berk. Its great wings were wrapped tight to its body and with the light of the evening sun disappearing into the sea Hiccup could see the details of this mysterious creature. It had not only feathered wings but a mane of thick plumage around its throat and running down its back to the base of its tail. The tip of its tail was also feathered. The two horns on its nose shone dangerously in the sun and its strong fore-limbs pillowed its head and held the carcass of a shark underneath the black claws.
Watch him, the Great Destroyer,
as he settles down for lunch,
Killer whales are tasty ' cos they've
got a lot of crunch.
Us Great White sharks are scrumptious,
but here's a little tip:
Our teeny weeny pointy teeth can
give a nasty nip.
It was quiet and sounded like it was coming more from the wind, then from the dragon, but there was no doubting it. The strange little song was coming from the dragon. It's... singing in its sleep!? Hiccup thought as he dared a few steps forward. This is... odd.
"Why so odd?" came a voice in his head as both of the dragons glowing, amber eyes shot open and landed on Hiccup, who retreated quickly back to the old, decaying archway. Tripping over his prosthetic as he did so. "A dragon with his eyes shut is not necessarily asleep, so a dragon with his mouth closed is not necessarily singing. But THAT, young Hiccup, is the sound of my singing super."
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I have the privilege of owning all the How To books so I can pick up some plot points from them. But I hope to make a completely new story while tying it into the HTTYD world.
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