The Dragon Emperor

"When the night sky falls, you can catch a glimpse of a figure riding upon the back of an elusive beast. A legend of myth, told to spread fear, to give Vikings hope that the war could come to a close, that he is the one who controls the Dragons. But even the Dragons beware this being, to them, he is The Dragon Warrior, to Vikings, he is The Dragon Emperor, but to his closet friends, he is Rasum Dragonborn, Emperor of the Archipelago.

The ocean air blew through the village, the warmth it brought held a small chill to it, the scent of fish rose above the docks, the cranes lifting buckets of fish from the small fishing boats moved with the aid of others. The peaceful atmosphere was but temporary.

The docks were crowded with many Vikings of all shapes and sizes, some were large bulky, natural born warriors while others were lean and athletic. Large longboats with dragon heads carved at the front, a row shields that rested either side with a single mast centred within the wooden frame.

Above the docks, resting upon the cliffside, was the village of Berk, its people moved about, dragging carts about while others moved, discussing the daily life without a certain someone. But above all that, standing before the great hall, was Stoick the Vast, the large bulky Viking Chief stood proud as he watched over the people.

In recent years, Stoick had become a tougher leader. He had lost his family to the Dragons, first his wife, Valka, then his sister, Elina, and finally, his son, Hiccup. Each of them had been lost to three different Dragons, the Stormcutter, the Night Fury and Shadowflame Terror, three dragons that haven't been since.

The large man turned silently, and with a quiet sigh, made his way towards his hut. The hut rested upon the hill, overlooking the village. It was the largest hut, but considering that this was the chief's hut, it made sense.

Opening the door to the hut, he closed his eyes, the smell of food drew his attention. The woman in charge of the cooking, was none of then Astrid Hofferson. The young lass had since become a member of the Haddock Household since the loss of Hiccup. Her skills in the house had only since then improved.

Astrid allowed herself the quick chance to glance up from her work, a small nod towards the great man quickly turned to her looking back to her work, the fish currently rested upon the chopping board, doing nothing but stare at her like it was nothing.

The few seconds of silence since Stoick entered the house become unbearable for Astrid. "How was your day chief?" She asked, placing the fish into the boiling pot before her.

Stoick placed his helmet down upon the table, only to notice the glare he received from Astrid to quickly remove it once more. "Fine, fine." He began, looking towards the person who was, by all extents and purposes, his daughter in-law. "You don't have to call me chief lass." He said.

Astrid sighed as she put the lid on. "I know, but old habits don't die so easily." She answered, heading towards the door. "Feel free to help yourself in an hour. I don't know when I'll be back." She added, heading out the door.

The cool air that blew through the afternoon air soothed Astrid's conflicted mind, the constant thoughts that passed through her head caused her doubt about her place. It didn't help that Snoutlout still persisted in trying to get her hand in marriage despite the fact that by all purposes, they were now cousins.

She gently made her way up the hill to her lookout, the last place she had seen Hiccup before he vanished without a trace. The air was colder there then it was down in the village, but she wasn't bothered by it. She allowed herself to relax, to sort through her mind in the hopes of figuring out what had gone wrong so fast.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting there for, or how long she had been shifting through her thoughts, but she only recently became aware of the figure behind her, her mother, Dagmar Hofferson. "I thought I'd find you up here." She said calmly, coming to stop behind her.

Astrid glanced up at her mother. "Mother?" She asked, slightly confused as to why her mother had come to find her. "What are you doing up here?" She asked.

Dagmar chuckled lightly at her daughter's confusion. "I came to speak with you." She began, placing a hand upon her daughter's shoulder. "About what you're going to do about Snoutlout and his antics." She finished.

Astrid sighed as she thought long and hard, she didn't know what she was going to do about Snoutlout's pathetic attempts to get through to her. The longer she thought, the harder it become to figure out what was going on. "I don't know mother." She confessed after several minutes of silence had passed.

Dagmar glanced down at her daughter, knowing the conflict of having to be the heir and having to deal with Snoutlout's antics as well as having to balance out the twins only served to worsen the conditions of the situation. But she did know that Fishlegs had been a big help in Astrid's duties. "I understand your conflict Astrid." She said.

Astrid nodded in understanding. "I know mother, I just, ever since Hiccup left, things have become chaotic, the raids grow worse with every coming week. I just wish he were here." She said.

Dagmar smiled lightly. "I know dear, he will return to us, you know that. But when he does, he will have changed, and it will be best that you prepare for that, because sometimes the truth will hurt you as much as it does anyone else."

Astrid smiled as she hugged her mother. "Thank you, mother." She said, racing away down the path back to her home.

Dagmar simply remained silent, her eyes glancing up towards a Stormcutter hovering in the sky with a figure upon his back. "Consider our favour done." She said, watching the dragon fly off into the distance.

The island was full to the brim with dragons of different shapes and sizes. At the centre, built into a massive volcano was a fortress, along the walls, lines of archers stood, each of them clad in red and black armour with highlights of orange here and there. The symbol of the Night Fury rested upon their shoulders.

Within the halls of the fortress, a man dressed in amour moved. He entered a large chamber, a throne with burned around it, a dozen Night Fury's rested, some of them lifted their gaze to face him, one of them missing a tailfin.

Upon the large throne, elevated from the ground by a series of steps, was a man clad in black. In his hands was a staff like spear, those who lived in Japan called them a naginata, a pole weapon with a long blade at the top. His emerald green eyes opened, brown hair shifted as he lifted his head, his helmet and armour bore a resemblance to the samurai armour. However, unlike the rest of those, he wore a mask to hide his identity.

The man bowed quickly before the samurai warrior. "My Emperor." He greeted.

The Emperor leaned forward. "Why do you disturb my thoughts?" He questioned, his voice rough but strong, a familiar essence echoed about it.

The man lifted himself up. "I bring news of betrayal and destruction from a tribe of warmongers." He said.

The Emperor frowned. "Who?" He demanded.

The man smirked. "A tribe who live on the island of Outcasts my Emperor. They plot, even now, to usurp your throne and take you dragons for themselves." He said.

The Emperor was quick to rise from his throne, marching towards the edge of the steps as he glanced down. "Send my Dragon Riders, punish them for their ideals." He commanded.

The man chuckled. "Why not destroy them my Emperor, show the Archipelago your true might, show them that you are not to be trifled with." He said.

The Emperor seemed to consider this information for a few seconds before narrowing his eyes. "Wipe out the Outcasts, deploy scouts to the islands, and find me the White Nest and the one who hides outside." He commanded, sitting back done upon his throne.

The man bowed. "As you command my Emperor." He said sinisterly, marching away.

The man turned corners before coming to a stop before a female, a Razorwhip stood behind her. The man chuckled. "General Heather, the Emperor has commanded the eradication of the Outcasts." He said.

Heather smirked. "If the Emperor commands it, it shall be done, brother." She said darkly, turning to face her dragon. A dark grin forming upon her lips.

I had been debating on how to start this story until I got the best idea. And it all happened thanks to Ninjago. I won't say why due to spoiling it for those who may watch Ninjago and haven't seen a majority of the Ice Chapter. But who is The Dragon Emperor? Why does he rule over all? And how did he come to power?

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