Post by oldrockgod on Aug 9, 2013 5:02:47 GMT -8
This story is not canon to the main “How to train your dragon” story
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WARNING! – Content may be inappropriate for minors, Strong language is used and written description of violent scenes unintended for children – For mature audiences ONLY!!
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Prologue – A dream like a distant memory, a memory like a distant dream
Metal head slowly eased his eyes open, pain swelled in his head, he was laid on his back and couldn't remember a thing, his senses were completely numb, his left eye showed him a dazed blur of orange and yellow but his right eye refused to open he rubbed it vigorously but what kept it closed was a dry, sticky substance that covered the right side of his face, he commanded his legs to move but nothing happened. After a few moments of just struggling painfully on the ground he propped himself up on his elbows and sat on his knees the orange and yellow became clear now it was fire and he was surrounded by it. As his ears began to work again he could hear the screams of Vikings and Dragons alike suddenly he remembered what was happening and he panicked.He searched the dirt around him feeling out all the rocks and wet mud around him searching for something. His hands came across a cylinder it was connected to a long piece of metal.
“........Draconem......” He whispered he grasped the metal cylinder as hard as he could and lifted it; it was the hilt to a sword and imbedded in the guard were 2 gems a ruby and sapphire. He used the sword to prop himself up in place of his useless legs, a hot liquid bathed his right face as he stood up turning his vision a dark crimson, blood flowed endlessly down his face but he ignored it and stumbled through the fire his surroundings were more prominent to him now the Vikings and dragons alike howling in pain. He stopped as a deadly Nader flew by him, it’s left leg was missing and on top lay a Viking his eyes glazed over and unmoving, Metal head felt an emptiness open in his chest but pushed on.
Bodies surrounded Metal as he tore his way through the carnage, All that surrounded Metal was death and those that weren’t dead were too lost in mourning and grief to move, Metal tried to ignore his surroundings and just move forward, his pace quickened and the smoke tore at his lungs chocking him. Metal wanted to give up, he wanted to just lay down and let fate take its course on him, ‘But he had to go on he had to find....’ His thoughts were interrupted as he sore a body sprawled in front of his eyes. Tears started to well up in his eyes obscuring his vision and mixing in with his blood, He stumbled forward as quickly as possible but tripped and started to crawl dragging the sword behind him and using his right arm to drag him forwards. Desperation and fear clutched him, his energy slowly drained as he approached the body his vision slowly cleared and the details were clearer, the body laid face down in the dirt and long disheveled black hair covered the head, a leg was missing from the body and was located a fair distance away. Not wanting to believe what he saw in front of his eyes he turned the body round in his arms.
“ASILDA!!!”
Metal didn't even have the strength left to cry he just sat there holding the body in his arms, A nearby Thunder drum was heavily panting before it fell silent, Metal silently looked back down to the body in his arms the bodies eyes stared up at him unmoving and wide. Metal slid his hand down the bodies’ eyes closing them gently and resting his hand on its cheek. Metal threw his head back into the night sky and shouted at the top of his lungs.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Tears fell from his cheeks in a constant flow that would have filled the glasses of the residents of Muspelheim. As if in answer to his call dark shadows moved towards him from the fire they were humanoid and behind them bigger shadows of dragons a new energy filled metal one of rage and a thirst for vengeance his legs, as if sensing his anger became obedient like cowering dogs and gave him support he drew his sword and took a stance with his sword completely horizontal, one of the shadows raced towards Metal and he lunged forward he felt a momentary resistance that didn't last long metal stepped back bringing the sword with him and held it above his head the 2 gems glistened in the fire, and illuminated the blood stained sword. The human shadow dropped to the floor making an inhuman howl as it did so, the dragon like shadow rushed forward to help it’s downed master and Metal swung the sword in his hands down a crimson liquid covered Metal from head to toe. Suddenly all his newly acquired strength left him and he collapsed to the floor his vision darkened as the dark shadows moved around and closed in on him. “.....A......A...Asilda.....” the blood in his mouth slurred his speech as he tried to outstretch his hand towards the body laid not far from him, he felt cold inside, he couldn't see, is this death....?
Metal Swung up in his bed, he was breathing heavily and was in a cold sweat he observed his surroundings, he was in a wooden house and two people where sat by his side with anxious looks on their faces. Metal patted himself down before lying back on his bed and regained control of his breathing, his brown hair covered his right eye which was a cloudy grey with hints of blue.
“Is it that dream again?” The girl sat beside him asked she had long black hair and brown eyes her name was Aria one of Metal head’s only two friends.
“Hey come on wake up man you look like you have just been to Valhalla and back again” The boys name was ... well ... Nobody knew his name because he didn't know himself he was unconscious when Metals tribe found him and he had no memories so everybody body just called him Andhrimnir due to his ability to cook despite his amnesia. He had black hair and green eyes like emeralds.
“Yeah I’m fine, however they are getting far and more realistic” Metal groaned and clutched his chest.
He lifted himself out of bed and avoided their concerned gazes “Come on we are going to be late today we graduate from this school of dragon Training” Metal said wearily as he stood up, he stumbled and Aria caught him and pushed him back on to the bed.
“You aren't going anywhere till you get some more rest besides we still have 3 hours” Aria had always taken care of Metal even though he was technically older than her.
“Hey! If you two want some time alone together just say so, just don’t do it in front of me” Andhrimnir smiled, and he had always teased Aria and Metal Head.
Aria punched him in the stomach and he doubled over due to pain and disappeared under the bed out of Metal’s sight, she opened the curtain to his room and light flooded in both Metal and Andhrimnir moaned about being exposed to light and how they preferred the dark.
“pffft babies” Aria scoffed at them and turned towards the window outside dragons and Teenage Vikings where running about frantically putting up decorations in celebration of the first graduation ceremony of the school, two dragons flew up to the window to greet Aria one was a monstrous Nightmare that belonged to Andhrimnir, The second was a Whispering death that belonged to Aria both Aria and Andhrimnir jumped out his window after saying farewell to Metal and landed on their respective dragons. Metal’s dragon was nonexistent, It would be better to say that he never had one in the first place, no dragon had made a bond with him however Metal had the unique ability to have any dragon obey him and instantly trust him, as such Metal got by through each day’s classes by using dragons that just happened to be near, In theory anybody could train any amount of dragons after a lot of work to gain their trust but Metal had never needed that as dragons seemed to instantly trust him. Metal grabbed his bag from under his bed, it was a dear hide that created a large pouch and the top folded over it had a strap that went round his neck his classmates had called it a “messenger bag” Inside was his notebook and some food as well as letters from his tribe and parents that he had received over the past few years oddly Metal had stopped receiving the letters 6 months ago.
Metal ran down the stairs as fast as he could today was the day and he could finally return home.
